The lord of a small town, even if he did his best, could bring out the food, Spices and furniture and the like were still not comparable to the current Arrow's Peak, and it is no exaggeration to say that what was placed in front of this important envoy was not as good as what he usually tasted and used, the meat was too greasy, the soup was too spicy, the fruit was boiled, and even the bread was mixed with some fine and rough things, but fortunately, the spirits and lichs of the other world took food more to soothe their tongues, and since it was not to their tastes, they certainly did not grieve themselves for the sake of the lord who was always full of worries, and he almost only touched the edge of the silver cup during the whole feast。

If it had been a few decades ago, the soul of the other world might have moved the contents of the plate in order not to embarrass its master, as it realized, it was no longer that it, maybe its essence had not changed, but it had paid little attention to the minutiae, and its eyes would only be focused on the bigger and more important aspects- In fact, rather than forcing himself to eat the strange smells, his arrogant and detached attitude calmed the people at the table, considering that when they first arrived, the lord and the others thought they had encountered a liar, until they saw the black-haired elf and the eagle-headed sphinx hovering in the air.

However, there were still concerns that this was a precursor, after all, neither Monton nor Comar could occupy even one of the positions of the Twelve Electors, just like other countries that were too weak and small, they were afraid of the ill-intentioned eyes of other countries, after all, after annexation, even if they were willing to sacrifice their loyalty, it was up to the new king to have his own knights to reward the domain and title.

The souls of the other world have learned to ignore what they think, thinking too much is something that mortals and the weak do, to be exact, since they came here, the master of the city is no longer the chubby lord, even the guards in the inner city have become dragon tooth knights, and the original guards have been sent to sort out the panicked serfs and civilians in the outer city.

Before the magic galaxy turned to the middle of the sky, the black-haired dragonborn sitting in the master's position raised his hand, raised the silver cup, and poured the honey wine inside to the ground, which meant that the banquet had come to an end, although the usual banquet would last until close to dawn the next day, but no one would have any objection to this, but they all felt relieved, after all, people like Cremar were too far away from them, and too powerful, and being in the same hall with him would only make them breathless and lose their appetite.

After the people had receded, the black-haired dragonborn did not meet with some people, or plot some conspiracy, or enjoy the company of the maids, as they had imagined, and he returned to his room and changed into his robes, accompanied by a spell that accompanied a faint fluctuation, and he left his room without alarming anyone, and he was dressed like any ordinary commoner, dressed in a linen tunics, trousers, and crude leather boots, and his face became haggard and old, and his facial features were mediocre, without any impressive features。 He rubbed shoulders with his knights, warlocks, and black-haired Eya elves, and walked out of the fortress, then the inner city, and into the crowded outer city, which housed the commoners and serfs outside the city, and which, according to theory and practice, was about three to four times the population of the city, otherwise it would not be able to support the merchants of the city. Knights and nobles, and their servants, but they could also be discarded in a matter of time, and some nobles even claimed that these poor people would grow out of the dirt on their own, which was why they would sell them for a less pleasant price without fear, and the lord here was obviously not such a fool, or he still had a trace of compassion after all, and he took them under his not very wide wing, and sheltered them in fear.

The outer city originally had rows of small houses, and what connected them were winding and narrow roads like chicken intestines, muddy roads, and dead ends, or leading directly to a thief's lair, as the existence of a slum certainly does not raise good people with benevolent hearts, but in addition to the deterrence brought by the lord's guards, there are also eyes that make the most vicious guys shudder- The eyes of those outsiders were full of trance and confusion, they seemed to have lost their basic needs as human beings, they would eat if they were given food, and if they did not have a house, they would just lie on the ground, let the smelly muddy water soak their limbs, if it were not for the fact that Coma was originally a warm country, maybe by the next day, early in the morning of the third day, people would have seen countless corpses covered with thin hoarfrost.

"What's going on out there?" asked one of the thieves, who was an old man here, and his relationship with the guards wasn't so bad, but it wasn't enough for him to get through the gates and escape from here, but it was okay to inquire about the situation outside.

"As you know," the guard took a leisurely puff of tobacco, real tobacco, not the kind, and although it was good, the priest and the nobles above seemed to have been outlawing and destroying it, and those who planted it were given "wheel punishment" (first breaking their limbs, then tying them to wheels, facing the sky on their backs, and letting the birds peck at them), and those who were addicted to it were dragged to the cages, and they were hung outside the city gates, and everyone who came and went could watch how they were treated by that "tobacco" before they died miserably Tortured to the point of losing his mind. "Don't try to run away, my friend," said the guard, "there are more wolves out there than you think, and we may be able to see your fresh corpse in the Lich's army," he shook his head, "Don't think I'm being alarmist, the lord's banquet has just ended, and his guests are important ministers from Arrow's Peak, surrounded by elves and flying knights, do you think a small city like ours will be taken seriously by those grown-ups?" They are not here for the people of the city, but for those outside the city who are not people. ”

The thief paused slightly, "I did hear a letter from our king to the Emperor of Falun asking for help. "It's just that he didn't expect Coma to get a response, so even if Coma was annexed, maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing, at least they didn't have to be enslaved before death like those bastards around the royal capital of Monton, and there would be no peace after death.

In response to the thief's return, the guard only shook his head slightly, and let out a long sigh.

The spirit of the other world passed behind them, without attracting the attention of any of them, and he silently melted into the inhabitants of the outer city like ink seeping into the water, and they were more angry than the people outside, even if they were terrified, but at least they had not completely given up, whether it was themselves or the city - but those who escaped from the invasion of the undead were completely different, their minds were occupied by fear, and their bodies were only driven by instinct- Speaking of which, since the appearance of the Seventy-Seven Islands, it is true that there have been few such large-scale undead catastrophes, and the people here may only have heard of the Lich from the bards, and in the short life of human beings, especially these humble people, maybe thirty or forty years is a cycle, they probably never thought that their dead relatives would be reunited with them in the form of skeletons and zombies - if the latter did not want to tear their bodies open, drink their blood, and tear their flesh apart.

But what made them most devastating were those relatives who were unfortunately killed, those good people who were still by their side just now, talking and laughing, full of vitality, their wounds were still bleeding bright red, their bodies were still warm, how many people ended up as one of them because they wanted to save their blood relatives? No one can count, but wives were bitten off their heads by their husbands, their children were torn apart by their grandmothers, and their necks were broken by their lovers.

They were chased by fear, which allowed them to flee here with the last bit of strength, and also made them lose the courage to face the truth and stand up to the enemy.

This is not a commendable phenomenon. Although the city is small, it is still a city after all, and the guards around Cremar are more to ensure his safety, of course, the Eya elves came because of Lucieu's request, and the dragon tooth knights, how could they sacrifice for some strange mortals, even if they are loyal to Cremar, they will not easily throw away their lives for such ridiculous reasons, as for those followers of Rosada and Tyre, they certainly have their own beliefs, but when they fight hard, the people they protect are insensitive and indifferent, is this a good thingAt least the souls of the other world find themselves unable to accept this sight at all, the paladins and priests here, and the rangers, they are not the army of the afterlife, and they do not need to bear such a heavy responsibility, but since they are here, then they should be honored and honored.

Not to mention, Cremar never thought of saving a city with the power of one man, something that only gods or demons, the lord of the devil could do.

He walked among the stacked crowds, not even a tear in their eyes, silent here, but worse than the cries and curses—the souls of the other world looked at them worriedly, hoping to find a glimmer of hope, but only to see a bleak future, even the natives of the outer city had closed all the doors and rudimentary windows, and the whole neighborhood was lifeless, as if it had ushered in an irretrievable demise.

At this moment, a small brawl that was usually negligible caught the attention of the black-haired dragonborn, and he turned and walked towards a dimly lit alley, a dead alley, with countless unknown garbage piled up at the end, and people, rats and bugs crawling around on them, and a few fat creatures were probing their brains, tentatively biting their fingers and toes, warm skin, and a slight tremor that made them unsure of the "food" Have they completely lost the ability to resist, and just as they hesitated, a terrifying aura made them jump violently, and in the blink of an eye, they were back in their safe and dark nest.

There were no torches, no candles, only a meager amount of skylight, but in this meager light, the black-haired Dragonborn saw a pair of eyes that were exceptionally bright because of the reflected light, "Who are you?" a man asked, but it was indeed a woman standing up.

"Where are you going!?" the man shouted, reaching out to grab the woman.

"I'm going to find my Pang Ping. The woman said, "Oh, my little Pamping, he is afraid of the dark, and he will hide in my skirt until I take him to bed." ”

"But......" said the man, "Pang Ping is dead." ”

"He's just scratched his neck and shoulders," the woman insisted, "and he's still calling his mother, and he's still screaming in pain, he must be scared, I'm going to bring him here, it's safe here, it's a little cold, but he can sleep in my arms." ”

After a sudden silence, Cremar heard the man's reply, "He's dead," he said, "he's a zombie, look at your chest, isn't it the wound he left on it, it's still bleeding." ”

The woman didn't speak, but in the darkness, something was surging and accumulating, the otherworldly soul closed its eyes, his fingers moved slightly, and threw a low-level spell at the woman's body, she stood there, her lips trembling, and the man looked at her warily, just when he thought she would pounce on him frantically and bite him, she opened her mouth, and a cry like a devil's roar rushed out of her mouth, it was so loud, so loud that it didn't seem to come from a weakened woman's body, the man froze, and then before he himself knew it, he was already in tears。

He was not the woman's relative or husband, but he had a wife and a young daughter, and the last glimpse he took at his home was the swaying of two bodies, one large and one small, swaying from the ground, one without half a head, while the other missing one shoulder and arm, their internal organs draining from the wounds...... The man let out a whimpering cry of pain, scratching his face and neck with his rough fingers.

It was like a fast-spreading disease, starting from the alleys of the black holes, through the vein-like roads, and the cries were heard one after another to distant places, and the spirits of the other world withdrew their gestures and left the place.