Around the undead of Count Roy, the "Fifth Stick Spirit", there are many undead monsters hovering around - there are undead human-faced demon birds who captured Duke Ambury before, and many undead water ghosts with agility and flexible movements.

The number of these monsters was not very large, and there were only a few dozen of them - but enough to defeat the guards guarding the castle gates, and now, all the high-ranking nobles of the Nigadian Crusade were surrounded.

"Y-you-"

Marquis Tyrrell's old face turned white instantly, and he stretched out a trembling hand and pointed at Roy's ghost in mid-air, wanting to say something, but he didn't say it.

Except for the fact that his whole body had turned into a dark blue spirit, Count Roy looked exactly the same as he had been when he drew his sword and left not long ago, and now Count Roy pointed to the direction outside the high walls of the castle, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Listen—"

These high-ranking nobles trembled and listened in the direction of the high walls...

Outside, there was a lot of commotion and footsteps, and a large number of soldiers were shouting for a retreat - past the castle in the center of the town, towards the exit of another town where there were no undead.

"Actually, the army of the undead under the command of the Duke of Ambery has only just entered the town - but, except for a small number of your followers, no one has thought to come in and look for you, you have been abandoned by the soldiers. ”

The fifth stick spirit Roy gritted his teeth and looked at the former noble colleagues, and said hatefully: "Just like when you refused to help me, the only difference is that I still have a chance to take revenge on you, but your end is only a painful death!"

How Count Roy became the "Fifth Stick Spirit" under Zhao Li is a fairly simple story to tell.

In order to save his son and a group of followers who were intercepted by Zhao Li and the army of the undead, Earl Roy was also quite tough after he couldn't ask the Marquis of Tyrell for help, and directly took the last dozens of guards around him and killed them back.

Although Count Roy's behavior is very tough, the reality is not as written in the knight's book after all - he single-handedly led dozens of guards, fought his way through the army of thousands of undead, and brought back his own son and followers.

The actual situation is that this wave of counterattack by Count Roy with dozens of his guards did not even cause a small splash, but made Zhao Li wonder what kind of fool he was to fall into the net at this time.

With such curiosity, Zhao Li personally used the grief of the hammer to kill Count Roy, and then when he checked the memory of this fool, he found that the Count of Roy until the moment of his death, the most hated was not him, the undead dark wizard - but those Nigadian nobles who refused to lend a hand.

Since it was not him who this noble lord hated the most, Zhao Li, out of the creed that "the enemy of an enemy is a friend", summoned Count Roy from the sorrow of the hammer to try to recruit him - according to the original plan, after understanding why this fool threw himself into the net, Zhao Li planned to feed him.

As a result, this Earl Roy agreed to Zhao Li's solicitation - as long as he can get revenge, this guy is willing to do anything, and to some extent, it can be regarded as his goal of throwing himself into the net - to find his son and followers, and successfully return with them.

That's right, the more than 1,000 Nigadians who were stopped by Zhao Li and the army of the undead, except for a few who escaped, all the others honorably joined the "Scourges" - this is the body, and as for their souls, it has become the food that makes the stick spirits strong.

Now the number of the undead army has far exceeded the number of the remaining Nigadian Crusade army, and at the same time, they are all afraid of death, and they cannot be killed without being beheaded, which is simply the most difficult army to deal with.

"No, Roy, we're good friends, aren't we? please spare me, I'll take care of your family when I go back to Nigad—"

A nobleman shouted and pleaded with Roy, the fifth club.

This nobleman and Roy are good friends, and they know that Roy still has a large family in the country, and now he is trying to beg the other party to let him go.

"No, of course not, your good friend didn't help me in my toughest moments. Roy smiled strangely at the nobleman: "And my family... I don't need you to worry about it... Well, it's time for you to die now, I can't wait to taste your souls, starting with your good friend!"

Roy, the fifth stick, let out a loud laugh and swooped down from the air.

The nobleman, who had been Roy's best friend, tried to resist, but how could a mortal be able to stand up to a powerful revenant soul that had absorbed the souls of hundreds of people?

As a result, in just two rounds, this former good friend was stabbed in the heart by the fifth stick spirit Roy, and then under the gaze of all the nobles in the audience, the fifth stick spirit Roy got close to the body of this good friend and took a deep breath, only to see a trace of blue soul drill out of the corpse and fly into Roy's body.

And the fifth stick spirit Roy, his face was full of intoxication, and he looked at several other nobles...

"Roy, I was wrong, please, let me go, I..."

After only a moment's hesitation, the newly appointed Marquis of Tyrell, the "Supreme Commander of the Western Nigadian Kingdom's Noble United Eastern Expeditionary Army", fell to his knees and pleaded with Roy.

"Roy, I'm your wife's grandfather's cousin's uncle's nephew, and I'm also your relative, please let me go..."

"Roy, please, for the sake of our old days..."

Immediately afterward, one after another, the nobles fell to their knees without dignity and cried to Roy.

"Hahahahaha-do you want to live? Then you beg me, you continue to beg me!"

Roy, the fifth stick, flew back into the air and let out bursts of maniacal laughter.

He looked at these kneeling nobles, trembling under the watchful eye of the undead demons, many of whom were of higher rank and did not dare to offend in the past.

But now, in front of the withering and decaying soldiers of the army of the undead, and in the face of the threat of death, these nobles who were arrogant in the past only deserve to kneel in front of him and weep bitterly!

In this way, it seems that becoming a so-called "Magic Stick Ghost Knight" is also a good choice?

Even if his sons died and his most loyal followers died as a price—but he also gained the power and theoretical "eternal life" that he could never have attained in his lifetime anyway, not to mention the feeling of absorbing the souls of others and feeling his own body condensed and strengthened little by little... It's just wonderful!