At sunset, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves rang out outside the gate of the manor where Viscount Tranca's house was. When the manor guards saw the murderous nine knights rushing towards them, they even froze in place for a while, and forgot to stop them at all.

However, the knights did not break into the manor directly, but stopped outside the iron gate in unison - and one of them shouted into the manor: "Let Tranca come out and speak!" Baron Sodrore needs an explanation!"

When these words were spoken, several of the guards were shocked - are these people crazy, are they ready to directly challenge the authority of the Viscount?

Although the nobles of the Karen Kingdom fight with each other frequently, they have never heard of anyone who will bring someone directly to the manor to "play the field", which is completely not according to the road!

If there is a conflict, shouldn't you first try to spit at a certain banquet?

"Who are you!?"

Although the four guards reached out and grasped the hilt of their swords, none of these guys had ever been on the battlefield, they were just ordinary people with training. They stubbornly stood in front of them, and there was no momentum to speak of.

In the face of questioning, this group of knights did not answer at all, but just pulled the reins casually and surrounded the gate of the manor in an extremely oppressive manner...

The silent threat made the guards' scalps tingle, and there were no soldiers in the manor before, but there were no more than ten people in total. And looking at the nine knights on the other side, they thought that they couldn't get through a round at all...

"Baron Sodrore needs an explanation, let Viscount Tranca come out!"

There was no hypocrisy at all to deal with nobles, and the scout at the front repeated the shouting, full of arrogance.

The situation was pressing, and the manor guards had to report the news in dismay. In less than three minutes, a gloomy Viscount Tranca's voice came out of his own hands - and although he tried to make an angry gesture, the horror in his eyes was still difficult to hide.

Having just returned from the Ansadin catacombs, he would never have imagined that "Sodrol" would appear at the door of his manor... If I'm not mistaken, the butler Blake took thirteen puppets to assassinate him!

Those materials for summoning puppets can top the tax revenue of Kig Town for a year! The strength is absolutely powerful, even if it is placed in the entire territory, there are not many people who can live a few tricks!

Their strength made Tranca not even consider the possibility of Sodrore's survival, but had long pondered whether to take advantage of this to take advantage of Parl's pocket!

But now...

He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, trying to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, but his face changed to an angry expression, and he strode over, frowning, and asked, "What does this mean, Baron Sodrore?

Tranka was ready to insist that Blake had nothing to do with him, so at this time, not only did he pretend not to know, but he also took the lead and directly hit a rake!

In fact, according to common sense, Blake took the undead puppet to Pal Town to make a fuss, and anyone who thinks about it with their knees can understand that this has nothing to do with Tranca... But the most powerful thing about the aristocracy is that it reverses black and white, and it is not a problem to be a bitch and set up an archway.

What's more, Tranka didn't want to get rid of the relationship completely, what he wanted to do most at this time was to quickly inform Ansardin of the news - as long as Ansadin knew the news, these guys would be completely "self-defeating"...

Thinking of Lord Ansardine's great strength, Tranca's original apprehension and fear dissipated most of them in an instant, and then stood confidently in front of Roddy and the others, and continued to say in a questioning tone: "If I remember correctly, my butler Blake just went to Parl to greet Baron Sodrore with a batch of gifts a few days ago.

Sodrore's skill in telling nonsense with his eyes open like this made Sodrore feel ashamed, but he didn't look surprised at all, but glanced at Roddy with admiration, came out of the crowd, and said viciously: "Viscount Tranca, I, Sodrore, have never had any conflict with you, I just came here to ask, why did you send someone to attack me?"

His words were aggressive, as if he were about to start a fight at the slightest disagreement - but the message in his words lit up Tranca's eyes... Was Sodrore so dizzy, did he only bring a few people to Kieg?

Tranca's heart was immediately overjoyed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to pretend: "I don't understand what you're saying, Baron Sodelore, why should I send someone to attack you?"

Then there is a two-sentence argument between you and me, the content is nothing more than one party asking questions and one party not admitting it.

Sodrore was completely devoid of his usual calmness and caution, and was asking loudly with red faces all the time... He even pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword several times - the two of them quarreled with no logic, not like a nobleman at all, but like a village woman arguing in the bazaar.

Listening to their arguing, Wellington, who was at the back of the line, pouted and said to Roddy beside him: "It looks like it's all about what you guessed." ”

Roddy smiled helplessly, he actually preferred that he had guessed wrong, but the facts in front of him told him: the corruption of the kingdom by the undead has long been unimaginable, and even lords like Tranka have completely become subordinates...

"The Wellington knight is right behind me, thirteen puppets were all killed by him, if you really collude with the undead, don't blame me for being polite! The Wellington knight will never be soft on traitors!"

"What puppet? I don't understand what you're saying!"

A few seemingly unnutritious arguments actually revealed a lot of "useful" information, which made Tranca's eyes always flicker with strange emotions - it was obvious that he had already thought about what he wanted to report to Ansadine as soon as possible.

This is also what Wellington admires about Roddy... The undead are in the dark, they are in the light, and no matter what they think, it is not good for them, but Roddy can always grasp the key points in it, so as to essentially dominate this battle!

Confusing the enemy's audio-visual environment, creating the illusion that "the enemy is weak and I am strong", paralyzing the opponent's will to fight... The casual details all illustrate Roddy's meticulous grasp of the battle.

At this time, Roddy, who was sitting on horseback, was squinting at Tranca, and when Sodrore was almost talking nonsense, he was about the same, and finally let the horse take a few steps forward, and interrupted the quarrel between the two with a loud voice:

"Viscount Tranca, we can all testify to the attacks on Baron Soldlore, and those damned enemies are not humans, but undead evil puppets... It's a fact you can't argue with - so if the matter can't be dealt with, I think the Duke of Angmar will make a decision for us. ”

Raising the banner of the lord to bluff people?Tranka folded her arms and snorted disdainfully, "Who are you?

"My name is Roddy, and I hope the Viscount will remember my name. ”

Roddy smiled, looked at Tranca, whose face had changed drastically, and roughly confirmed a possibility in his heart, and then silently retreated to the team.

Tranca's heart was full of suspicion - this was the number one target that Lord Ansadine had set himself on looking for!

The next moment, just as Sodlore was about to continue talking nonsense with him, he almost immediately relented, and without hesitation, he expressed his willingness to compensate Parr for receiving a large amount of resources as compensation, and apologized in a low voice for his "unknown acquaintance"...

When he said this, Sodrol stopped asking, and after continuing to scold for a few words, he finally accepted the "compensation", and then said a few cruel words, turned around and left with the team.

Tranca looked at their departing figures, but immediately said to his men: "Send someone after them!

With that, he hurriedly mounted his horse and headed straight for the catacombs where Ansadin was...

Ten minutes later, dozens of dazzling rays of light radiated from the catacombs where Ansadin was located.

"It's... A bunch of self-defeating reptiles!"

Ansadin couldn't describe the ecstasy in his heart when he heard that Sodrore had only brought eight men with him—and when he heard that Roddy was also coming, he immediately summoned forty puppets in one go!

"You have only one mission: to kill all these arrogant humans!"

Ansadine's order echoed in the burial chamber, and the army of heavily footed puppets walked out of the ground with a strong momentum, gargoyle wings spread, and four black shadows suddenly flew into the sky - when the followers of Sodrol reported the news, the forty puppets immediately turned around and accelerated towards the Silent Forest!

As the summoner of the puppets, Ansadin still sat in the catacombs after the puppet army poured out, and looked at the "History of the Plague" in his hand with great ease, and only occasionally swept the bright large magic circle beside him, his eyes revealed a little unspeakable cruelty.

Since accepting the mission of His Majesty Augustine, Ansadine has never missed, but after encountering this group of scouts, he has lost twice in a row... Ansardine understands: If this evil breath is not released, it will be difficult for his future strength to advance!

Only by killing all the humans who stand in front of you can your thoughts be cleared and the road to promotion will be smooth.

Using all resources to pile up the enemy, Ansadin never felt that there was anything wrong with it... This is an era where only "results" are seen, and when there is the ability to directly crush the enemy, no one cares about the process of the ants' struggle.

"Than the number of people... I've never been afraid of anyone. ”

Forty flickering magic crystals illuminated the tomb, and Ansadine's mocking emotion echoed silently.

"Do you think we have enough men?"

Sodrore, who had just been violently spraying with Tranca, had returned to his original appearance at this time. But after saying this, he still reached out and took out the water bladder and poured two sips - obviously the sequelae of the dry throat were more obvious.

"Deal with the puppet necromancer, either kill him before he can do it, or... and drowned him in a sea of people. Luo Di recalled his previous memories, shook his head and said such a sentence, then looked back at the sky in the distance, yawned and said, "If it comes according to plan, it should be fine." ”

"What's that mercenary named Henry carrying?"

"War always burns money, and if you want fewer deaths, the hardware has to keep up. Roddy didn't answer Sodrore's question directly, and was about to say something else, but Wellington interrupted the two of them chatting, pointed into the distance, and said, "The enemy is coming." ”

Roddy stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and built a pergola to look into the distance, the black shadow hovering in the sky seemed to notice this, and had already made a swooping motion, ready to fly towards here-

"Well done. ”

Roddy raised his short bow, and then was the first to raise the reins, shouting to his comrades beside him, "Guys, let's get started!"