Hearing Sally say this, Roddy and Akasha looked at each other and then said no more explanation.

"I can prioritize and don't look at me like that. ”

Sally sighed, and when she looked up, the golden sunlight was already shining through the horizon. The surviving humans finally saw the appearance of these high elf guards, and many of them let out an exclamation - after all, "elves" rarely appear in front of humans, and more than a hundred of them appeared at once, which is really a bit unusual.

"They won't be affected by the sun?"

"No, unless it is directly irradiated with the Holy Light Spell, ordinary people will not be able to see the difference. ”

"If you get closer, will there be a flaw?"

"I asked them to always simulate that they would 'breathe', and unless they put it on and listen to their heartbeat, they could see the problem. ”

"And such undead? It's the first time I've heard of it..."

Akasha and Sally asked themselves questions, making Roddy feel like a backdrop. He coughed dryly: "My injury is not a big deal, but to be on the safe side... Sally, let the Rosicrucian line be a little further back. ”

It had to be done, and Sally could not care about the undead, but if one of the clergy came out and shouted, the problem would be much worse.

The duchess also realized that there was still a lot of work to deal with now, and after carefully confirming that Roddy's bandages were okay, she waved her hand and made a gesture to Akasha and trotted away - this attitude made Roddy feel a little weird, and Akasha didn't show any emotion, just her eyes were lowered, as if she had something on her mind.

Believing that his injuries were stable, Roddy immediately asked Akasha to treat the wounded as much as possible, and after the priest left, Roddy had the energy to scan the surrounding scene. However, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but chaos in the camp, and nothing but the numb soldiers in the field of vision were blood and corpses.

"Sodrol!"

"In!"

A bloodied Sodrore came running from afar, carrying a broken sword at his waist that he didn't know where to pick up, the blades were broken several times, and the armor was mottled with slashes, but he was still in good spirits.

Luo Di bared his teeth and shouted loudly to make the wound hurt badly, but he still couldn't bear the pain: "Don't let any orcs escape, send people to chase with cavalry, and kill one by one who escapes down the mountain!"

"Understood. ”

Sodrore turned to leave, but was stopped by Roddy: "Also, let Erwin bring a few alive, I have to ask why they went crazy and ran here..."

The casualties were difficult to count for a while, but Roddy looked at the corpses that were gradually converging and placing in the clearing, and he also knew that this battle was quite tragic - even if Augustine's "avatar" strength was only 30 levels advanced, but the knights of Titus almost died under the "death entanglement", not to mention the ordinary soldiers who were implicated...

The local loss made Roddy sigh, but he was more worried about Augustine's position in this incident.

What the hell is this old bone trying to do, and what is Tasman's purpose?

Why did he recognize the profession of "Demon Hunter" and insist on killing himself?

Roddy wasn't even in the mood to look at the "mission rewards", his eyes lifted slightly, and he locked on a few orc prisoners of war who were pushed by Erwin...

After all, there are only a few people who are as calm as Roddy, and for the nobles who have tried their best, this is probably the longest night of their entire lives.

Catherine slumped on the floor, gulping in the cold morning air. Her arm, which had been strained by excessive exertion, was in pain, her underwear was soaked with sweat, and she shivered when the wind blew, and she gasped for a long time to recover from her crazy and bloodthirsty state, and gradually heard the sounds of conversation around her.

"We survived..."

"The enemy is dead. ”

"Win..."

The desperate situation eventually turned into a Jedi counterattack, which made these people feel like they were in a dream, but when the battlefield unfolded in front of people with the light of the morning light, there was no cheering around.

No one can be happy.

The corpses in front of him were piled up, including comrades who had just died in battle, aristocratic private soldiers who had been transformed into undead, and countless farmers and villagers in coarse cloth clothes.

The corpses of orcs were only a small fraction, and more than ninety percent of the corpses in the camp in front of the mine belonged to humans - in other words, this brutal battle meant that thousands of people died in the kingdom of Karen overnight.

"Damn undead dregs!"

Baron Coleman, beside him, cursed in a low voice, he was stabbed in the body, and after being bandaged, he barely stood up, his face pale and ugly - "This kind of villain, who can only hide in the shadows, will be purified sooner or later!"

However, Catherine also knew that this kind of talk was just talking: under the current circumstances, it was impossible for the Karen Kingdom to organize an army to conquer the undead, not to mention that the royal family had always advocated "friendly coexistence" with the undead, so this time... I'm afraid they can only knock out their teeth and swallow down.

These frustrations and humiliations aside, when the danger of her life disappeared, the grief of her father's death gradually drowned Catherine, thinking of the current situation of the family, she was even a little dizzy for a while, and her feet were inadvertently tripped up, and then she fell straight to the side...

"Smack. ”

Just when Catherine thought she was going to fall to the ground, a hand stretched out next to her held her arm steadily, and when she looked at it, she was greeted by the simple but luxurious hem of her robe.

When she looked up, she realized that it was a beautiful elf who was supporting her.

The other party was half a head taller than herself, with a tall posture, a wand at her waist, no expression on her cold face, and her eyes were as calm as a lake - Catherine immediately confirmed that the other party was the elven mage who had laid the victory, and immediately gestured a lot more respectfully: "Thank you... Thank you, thanks to you guys for this battle..."

The High Elf Arcanist opened his hand lightly, looking at her in silence.

Catherine bent down and continued, "That... I would like to ask, are you a mage under Lord Roddy?"

She knew that with this battle, the drastic change in the kingdom's forces had become a fact, and no matter what the outcome was, her family would inevitably advance and retreat with Roddy next, so Catherine wanted to understand the forces behind him more and more...

But the mage looked at her for a moment, but suddenly said, "Bazz-ithila." ”

"Huh?"

Catherine was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this was a language barrier - she had never learned Elven language, so naturally the two sides could not communicate much.

After the other party finished speaking, he nodded and left, although his posture was indifferent, but it was not rude, which made Catherine, who has always been known for being "sociable", feel a little inexplicably in her heart.

But not far away, Akasha, who bowed her head to help the wounded, suddenly turned her head to look at this side. As the "commander" of the undead, she has never listened to these "subordinates", but the current situation is clearly beyond her control...

At the same time, in Pacaro City, Senna, who had not slept all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Viscount Anru, this night has been hard for you. ”

By now, he had recognized his situation: even if the family mage and his team were wiped out, as long as the Mirno family still had the support of the royal family, then no one could move him.

So after sending a letter to his father asking for help, he took the initiative with one hand, even if An Ru in front of him was the lord who dominated one side, Senna still did not have the slightest stage fright: "I have written to inform the four nearby fortresses, if the carrier pigeons are fast enough, they will react this afternoon, and the first reinforcements will arrive the day after tomorrow, but you and I will no longer have to worry about those orcs." ”

"To be honest, I really don't have much experience dealing with the enemy, thanks to Viscount Senna's timely response..."

Needless to say, An Ru's ability to judge the situation is not forgetting to pat his ass at the moment, but his eyes are always glancing out of the door - although he doesn't want to have a conflict with the Mirno family, he is also afraid that Sally and those nobles will go back and make trouble for himself.

Senna knew what he was worried about, and waved his hand, "Don't think about them, those orcs are not stupid, no one can escape." ”

An Ru swallowed his saliva, and when he saw that there was no one left and right, he still couldn't hold back the apprehension in his heart, and said in a low voice: "But what if..."

"They are traitors, has Viscount Anru forgotten that?"

Senna had already thought of a set of words: "These nobles, led by Duke Evta, are in collusion with the orcs, and take the opportunity of the spring safari to join forces with other lords of the Wreckage Kingdom, thanks to you and I who found the clue and withdrew early, saving the safety of the people of Pacaro City..."

"We are the heroes of the kingdom, and they... I say this, does Lord Anru understand?"

Senna's words were calm, but his expression was faintly crazy.

An Ru swallowed his saliva, although he knew that this was the only way out, but when he really heard the other party say this... But there is still a chill down the spine - to put it bluntly, this is naked murder and blame, and the crime is enough to completely destroy a family, not simply lose some benefits!

From now on, the "Evota Territory" may cease to exist, and the "Russiflon Family" will also become the dust of history!

"You are worried about them escaping? It doesn't matter, I've sent a letter to my father about it, and I've warned the four surrounding fortress guards to be in combat readiness for these traitors and orcs to breach the gates. ”

Senna's train of thought was to the point: he didn't care how it happened, he just wanted to be crucified for that fact.

"So... Is it enough?"

An Ru is also an old man, but he always feels that just like this doesn't seem to be safe enough.

"Not enough. ”

Senna narrowed his eyes, and after the other party showed an inquiring gaze, he continued, "So now I have to trouble Viscount Anru for one more thing..."

"Pick a cavalry team, take those orc heads I cut off and go straight to the imperial city, and present this information directly to Your Majesty!"

"As long as Your Majesty sees my letters and evidence, no matter what the outcome is, at least you can be assured that I will not be affected..."

This was the advantage of the Mirnos: Senna knew better than the other nobles of the kingdom what His Majesty was doing - Charles II, who had never had a good opinion of Evta, would have been happy to see the "facts" of Sally's "treason".

Regardless of whether the charge of "traitor" can be crucified, this suspicion will definitely not escape. For the royal family, the only factor that cannot be controlled is to "clean up".

"So... Sooner or later, they'll die!"

Again, there will definitely be no eunuchs, I try to ensure that every Monday is changed, and I try to have as many words as possible for each change.