In such a moment of urgency, Roddy's performance was completely inconsistent with the composure and composure he had always had - he had faced a similar problem and made a choice. Today, however, when it comes to Sally, the old norms no longer apply...

To save Sally, or to stop the plague of the undead?

Is it important to save one person, or is it important to save hundreds, if not thousands?

It's like a question that is always discussed in philosophy class, Roddy is not a saint, and in his heart he is more inclined to save Sally - because only in such moments can he clearly feel what he means to himself.

Roddy absolutely, absolutely didn't want to lose her.

However, just when he was extremely entangled, his arm was gently patted.

"Young man, what you did... Enough is enough. ”

Roddy looked up and found Angmar looking at him calmly - even though his daughter was missing and his city was facing ruin, the old man still had a calmness that Roddy could not match.

"As the lord of this territory, I have done too many irresponsible things, and now that someone threatens this city, do I still have to live in secret, watching you work hard for me?"

He pointed to his chest and said in a deep voice, "Tell me how to solve the problem, this kind of thing... I should have been left to handle it. ”

"And Sally... I'll leave it to you. ”

When disaster strikes, someone has to step up and carry it, and Roddy has been at the forefront of almost every crisis that has occurred in Ivota for more than a year - but that doesn't mean... Others are to enjoy peace of mind.

A warrior never wants to die of peaceful aging. Even in her twilight years, Angmar is still a warrior. At this time, his fighting spirit never waned, but burned like fire because of the appearance of the enemy...

"But—"

"We don't have time to argue, kid. ”

Roddy's words were interrupted by Angmar's outstretched hand, he opened his mouth slightly, and froze there for a second - then immediately reached out and took out the remaining three "Mutant Crystal Shards", and quickly said: "The enemy's purpose is to spread the plague in the city square, and the way to stop them is to surround it with soldiers and kill him." ”

"And if the enemy is too strong, inject 'battle qi' and throw these hedrons away from the distance. ”

"The plague may cause many people to become ghouls, so let the soldiers raise their shields, wear armor, and try not to get scratched, because once the corpse is transformed, the process is irreversible, and the only solution is... Kill. ”

Angmar reached out to take it, and then pushed Roddy away: "Let's go... Don't look back, do what you're supposed to do. ”

Roddy was led to get up and take two steps back, wanting to continue to say something, but found Angmar looking into his eyes and said loudly: "Promise me, if you get through this crisis safely, don't treat her badly..."

"My daughter... I'll leave it to you. ”

"I promise you, Duke. ”

Roddy took a deep breath, then turned and rushed out of the room.

Before leaving the mansion, he arranged for Akasha to cover the team of the Duke's Palace, and then switched to the magic pet, summoned the "Da Da Duck" who was guarding outside the city, rushed all the way out of the tower outside the mansion, jumped on the back of the pintail snipe, and flew straight towards the exit of the secret passage outside the city.

In the Duke's Palace, Angmar, who was watching him leave in front of the window, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he reached out and picked up the bottle of purple potion that had always been placed in front of the table, and said to John behind him: "Go... Bring me my armor and sword. ”

"Old... Sir?"

At the same moment, Sally gradually woke up from her coma.

When she opened her eyes, the harsh sunlight made her a little dizzy, and her body was bouncing up and down with something, and it took a few seconds for her to realize that she was lying on top of an old horse.

The sound of the horse's hooves is not hurried, and judging from the height he is at, this is not a high-quality military horse of good quality, but the most common kind of pack horse.

How did you end up here?

Looking back, Sally only remembered the scene when she went back to her bedroom at the Duke's Palace to go to bed - she wanted to ask questions, but found that her body was tied up by a stack of ropes!

"She's awake, Master Karl. ”

Sally looked up, but saw more than a dozen guys dressed as farmers around, and a middle-aged man named Carl next to her stepped up to her and waved, "Put her down." ”

"Who are you, and why are you doing this?"

Sally immediately realized that she was at a disadvantage: surrounded by forest paths, inaccessible and uninhabited, she had no idea where she was. The men in front of her stared at her with undisguised hostility - and Carl in front of her immediately proved her guess right...

"Tsk, this is the famous 'White Scythe'?"

Karl's gaze was as sharp as a falcon, and he showed a cruel smile when he stared at Sally: "With your strength, can you still defeat Bishop Goethe?"

"Pit Viper Cross?!"

Sally immediately understood the identity of the other party, but this fact made her feel cold... I don't even know how to leave the Duke's Palace, and the strength of these heretics can be imagined.

She was thinking about chanting a spell, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Carl's "silence spell" - a skillful and powerful spell that made Sally's heart sink to the bottom...

"Bring the potion. ”

Medicament?

Carl uncorked a bottle of blue potion - Sally shook her head and tried to resist, but she was powerless under the other party's spell, and was poured down three or four times in a row...

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

When the potion was taken away, a cold cold intention spread to her stomach, Sally wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she felt that the scene in front of her seemed to slowly rotate, and her struggling body gradually lost control, and she collapsed weakly...

What the hell is going on?

Sally struggled to keep her last trace of consciousness in her eyes, and in her confused gaze, the bishop named Carl began to chant incantations to her, and then a sharp pain followed her head, making her exhale "ahhh

This was the first time Sally experienced the feeling of being invaded by someone's "mind", and she tried to resist the other party, but found that because of that bottle of potion, she couldn't stop the invasion of that idea!

Do they want to be in full control of themselves?

Sally suddenly understood the intentions of these guys, but it seemed that it was too late, and the second wave of sharp pain hit her, making her clench her teeth until she finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted...

"Your Excellency?"

The attendant next to him asked Karl with some concern, and the bishop was reaching out to wipe the sweat from his face at this time, obviously the continuous spell casting just now had caused him to spend a lot of energy-

"Whew... Her mental resistance is much more fierce than the average person, but... Master Faranire's potion finally worked. ”

Nicknamed "The Secret Service Chief", Carl excels at disguise, infiltration, and intelligence spying, but his success rate is not based on methods such as stealth, but on mind control, which is the most difficult of shadow spells to learn. In terms of combat level, his strength was far inferior to that of Flack's combat-type Dark Shepherd, but in the realm of "mind control", it was difficult for anyone in the entire sect to compare with him.

At this time, the successful casting of "mind control" means that he has gained control of Sally. But then he didn't immediately let the team continue to march, but instead took the tools used for "disguise" from his entourage, completely changing Sally's appearance and appearance.

The maroon wig, rough robes, and the "magic clay" that had been forcibly attached to it by spell had changed the shape of Sally's face, and no one would associate her with the "Duke's Daughter" except for those eyes.

In other words, Sally has completely become a village woman who does not look good.

"If you come across a team that comes to track you, try not to speak, not to reveal your accent. When we got to the town ahead, we changed our disguises, marched in the form of a caravan, and after leaving Ivta, we began to ride back on fast horses, understand?"

Karl briefly arranged the formation with his men, then reached out and patted Sally to wake her up.

"Untie her rope. Royce, carry the basket to her. He waved his hand and gave the order, and then said to Sally, who looked confused after the rope was released, "Follow the team." ”

Sally took the basket and began to follow the team like a puppet at Karl's orders.

"Mind control" links the minds of the two, originally Carl only needs to pass his "thoughts" to the controlled person is enough to command everything, but it is slightly different from Sally's "mind link", so he chooses to use passwords to control her-

It turns out ... There isn't much difference in results.

However, just when Carl and the others completely let their guard down, they didn't notice... Sally's eyes narrowed slightly.

Hollier City.

Just as the soldiers in front of the Duke's Palace were marching towards the square, the apothecary Wembsk pushed open the simple wooden door of the makeshift alchemy room, held the freshly refined potion in his hand, and walked out of the Cambay district.

Dressed in a gray robe, he pulled up his hood and was inconspicuous on the streets of the ghetto. After walking seven or eight steps, the alleys on both sides gradually gathered more than twenty people dressed similarly, all of them wearing wide cloaks, with no expression on their slightly gray faces, and their waists slightly bulging, obviously wearing weapons, and walking with a lot of anger, making the civilians give way.

These guys were obviously Wembusk's guards, but in order to be less ostentatious, after leaving the Campei district, the team split into three groups and headed around the city square from different streets, while Wembsk walked leisurely through the crowd, his gaze casually swept around and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything went as planned, and in less than an hour, the city would be a dead city.

He clenched the potion bottle under his robe, and his eyes fixed on the crowd in the city square in front of him...

Let the revenge of the Tasman Kingdom begin here!

[FIX A BUG: SALLY DOESN'T HAVE THE MARK OF THE DRAGON SLAYER, SORRY, I REMEMBER THE WRONG ......]