"It's the undead who have blinded us! We can't go on in such blindness!"

"For freedom!"

"To be enslaved no more!"

The shouts rang out in a village on the edge of Tasman, and hunters with hunting knives shouted slogans along with the man in the central square of the village. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, Sherlock, could that be true? Lords are puppets controlled by the undead? We're all victims?"

"It doesn't matter if what he says is true or not, what can you do in this situation? It's true that you pay a lot less taxes... I've actually been unhappy with Barov for a long time. ”

"That's right. The questioning farmer turned his head, raised his arms, and began to shout with the crowd: "Kill him!"

At this time, the person who was pushed out of the center of the square was the Barov butler in the mouth of the farmers. He was bound and escorted to everyone by the Orions, unable to speak because his mouth was gagged, and he could only look at the agitated crowd around him in horror, making useless struggles.

The leader of the speech was none other than Kurka, the Orion Leader who led the other hunters to arm themselves and quickly began the "liberation" operation with the undead Dasco's team to the surrounding villages and towns. To date, they have taken down the noble stewards and private soldiers of five villages, and have effortlessly gained control of these villages.

At the same time, in order to gather people's hearts, Kurka also began to consciously promote a concept to everyone, which boils down to one sentence: "Our cause is just!"

While the excuse sounds a bit blunt, and I don't know how many people actually believe it, it does have a positive effect – as evidenced by the cheers of the crowd when Barov was beheaded in the middle.

Kurka looked at the crowd in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At the moment, the village was obviously not guarded by necromancers belonging to the Tasman nobility, otherwise there would have been a fierce battle now. He turned his head to look into the distance, and the undead Dasco and his men did not come in the shadows, but nodded silently.

Kurka understands that now is not the time for the undead to be on the same side as humans, and rashly telling the villagers Dasco's identity may directly trigger an unimaginable crisis of confidence.

But now Kurka also had to face a number of problems: after the liberation of the five villages, he controlled more than 1,800 villagers, of which 200 were hunters and farmers with fighting power. Although it sounds small and large-scale, in fact the degree of organization is extremely loose, and the combat effectiveness is difficult to guarantee because of the shortage of equipment.

At the same time, due to the impact of the necromancer in both battles, the villagers of two villages were forced to relocate, which also led to a huge logistical burden - they were not undead after all, and they all needed to eat. And the only way to maintain logistics is to keep expanding to meet the demand for food. Therefore, Kurka must act before the Tasman's undead can react, otherwise he will not be able to resist the necromancer's suppression.

Lord Pochi has not yet noticed any movement in his territory, and this is the last time left for Kurka to consolidate his power.

"So...... Be sure to get it as soon as possible. ”

Kurka took out a simple map, looked up at the gloomy sky, and pointed east in the drizzle - "Rush to Tasker before dark!

"Yes!"

"Kill these undead dregs!"

Responding to the gathering, Kurka's tense spirit relaxed slightly, and he quickly arranged for his men to take control of the village, and then set off for the next village with a more team of hunters.

"If this goes on... Can it really work?"

In the shadows, Tarkris the "Awoken" with a bone staff in his hand asked Dasco, who had been silent.

As the supreme leader of the entire rebel army, Dasco already had a lot of prestige at this time. Because he not only allowed Kurka to gather nearly 2,000 humans in a few days, but also personally pulled the "awakened ones" that he had been looking for for more than 20 years into the camp one by one.

These undead who have not had their memories erased from their lives call themselves "The Awoken". The fact that they can become the targets of the undead's selection and "transformation" shows that these people themselves are the best of the "lambs", and after years of accumulation, the current "awakened ones" of more than 100 people include more than 15 necromancers, and more than 40 people have extremely strong combat capabilities, which can already be called a force that should not be underestimated.

But Dasco knew that simply counting on the "Awakened" and these humans to fight against Augustine was tantamount to a fool's dream, maybe he could rely on the other party's neglect to establish some advantages in the early stage, but if Augustine really freed up his hands to deal with himself, he could really send a random council member to lead troops to knock these villages clean...

So to Tarkris's question, Dasco replied in a hoarse voice: "We must win over more people to stand with us as soon as possible, even if the other party can agree not to deal with us." ”

"You mean the council guys?"

Tarkris is one of the few necromancers in the "Awakened", but he is still far from the level of a member of the council, but he quickly agrees with Dasco's idea: Augustine's war has aroused fierce opposition from many members of the council, and as long as he can contact a few of them, it is probably a sure thing that his group of rebels can get support.

Scold... This is called political correctness.

Tarkris shook his head, thinking that this kind of thing was really grotesque. However, he quickly suppressed this emotion, and seemed to remember something: "By the way, yesterday we met a group of 'xenos' in the forest to the south, do you think it is necessary to contact them?"

"Xenomorphs..."

Dasco has seen "xenos", but all of them have been captured. For as long as I can remember, these guys have been wanted by the whole country and can be exchanged for rewards. As a result, no one ever thought of communicating with these inhuman creatures. And now... He thought about it, but still shook his head and said, "Even if we want to make contact, I'm afraid we won't get any response." Some hatreds can't be resolved, and besides, these guys don't have much combat power, so just ignore them. ”

"Understood. ”

Tarkris nodded, no longer taking those purple-skinned "xenos" to heart.

Under the rain curtain, Roddy's team walked deep and shallow in the mud.

Although they were well prepared, the poor terrain on the mountain road behind the valley made it difficult for the horses to travel. In this case, it is useless to be anxious, so you can only be patient and move towards the set goal, and at the same time rely on various spells to cover up to prevent your whereabouts from being exposed.

Thanks to Nata's previous omnidirectional reconnaissance, memory comparisons, and Houdini's prophecy support, Roddy's knowledge of Tasman is now unusually detailed. Therefore, even if he has never been to Tasman before, his current performance is enough to be called a qualified "ground guide". Although the road is difficult to walk, Roddy is not idle, he uses the convenience of "soundproof barrier" to tell the interior of the Tasman Kingdom, so that Merin Sera and others have a general impression of the country.

"Isn't the human race of Tasman, according to you, very pathetic? The most terrible thing is not that life is hard, but that they live in an elaborate deception from beginning to end, even without even noticing it until death. ”

Merinthra used to be a Shadow Dragon, but she didn't have a detailed understanding of the internal composition of the undead world. Most of her knowledge of the undead is a general overstatement, and more of a description of undead spells. Now listening to Luo Di say this, I can't help but feel a little emotional.

"It's all relative, and no one can be sure if they're living in a hoax. Think about it, why did the high elves who were almost at the top of their peak say that they perished when they perished? Is it possible that the current world is just a dream made by some god when he was bored?"

Roddy was also impressed. As a modern person, the endless inferences and ideas have long been popularized at the mass level. In his world, middle school students can talk about a few sentences about quantum mechanics and a brief history of time, not to mention inferences such as "The Sims" and "Brain in a Vat".

He has always had unspeakable doubts about the meaning of his "existence", but it is obvious that this kind of question can only be expressed in a few words, but he can never be discussed with anyone.

"A dream of a god?"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart. Akasha on the side suddenly looked a little confused when she heard this. She looked at the rain and mist, and suddenly felt that she had actually been treating such a happy life as a dream all along, and at the same time she was afraid that this dream would suddenly be shattered - this is the inevitable idea of people who have experienced pain for a long time, so after listening to what Roddy said, she held the white-gold scepter in her hand with some concern...

Don't lose your life, even if it costs anything!

She secretly found this oath in her heart.

"You're really never mentioned before. "Merinthra was once at the top of the power hierarchy, so she has a deeper understanding of seemingly simple words, "The gods have now become symbols, and the strongest people we can see are only 'demigods', but this is very different from the real 'gods'. No one knows how powerful the gods will be, to create the world, to destroy the world, or just to create a dream?"

She frowned and thought about it, but then smiled: "Forget it, this kind of problem is not something that should be considered now, you guy always has some strange ideas in his head." ”

Luo Di smiled and didn't say anything, but felt that with Merin Sera by his side chatting like this, the originally tense atmosphere became relaxed. However, as the party moves away from the gondola range, the first village in the plan will appear in Roddy's field of vision.

"It's time to get down to business. ”

To deal with the undead, Luo Di prepared a set of means, and the principle is simple and easy to understand: win over one faction, suppress one faction, and pacify one faction. It is impossible to be surrounded within an enemy country as it is to kill as if it were in the grasslands - there is no room for compromise for orcs, but the existence of the Tasman kingdom is extremely special, and the problem that can be solved with his brain, Roddy does not want to spend a lot of military resources to solve.

The longbow was wrapped in waterproof demonized fish skin, and Roddy's eyes locked on the outline of the village that could be seen faintly in the forest in front of him, thinking about how to make contact with these "lambs", but it didn't take long for the scout in front of him to bring a piece of news that surprised him...

"The village was filled with fighting a day ago, and now it's empty except for the corpses?"

Roddy blinked, repeating to make sure he had heard correctly, and a myriad of question marks popped up in his mind: This is really different from the expected scenario! )