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 towards the manor: "Let Tranca come out and speak, Baron Sodelore needs him to give an explanation."

When these words were spoken, several of the guards were shocked - are these people crazy? Are you ready to directly challenge the authority of Lord 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 not a card at all

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 to get Viscount Tranca 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 face stepped out himself—and although he tried to make an angry look, the horror in his eyes was still hard to hide.

He had just returned from the Ansardine Catacomb, and he would never have thought that "Sodlore" would appear at the door of his manor, if he remembered correctly, the butler Blake had brought thirteen puppets to assassinate him

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

Their strength was such that Tranka didn't even think about the possibility of Sodrore's survival, but had long wondered whether to take advantage of this to take advantage of Parl's possession

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, strode over, frowned and asked, "What does this mean, Baron Sodrore?" Are you trying to attack me, a viscount canonized by His Majesty? ”

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 him

In fact, according to common sense, Blake took the undead puppet to Parr Town to make a fuss, and anyone who thought about it with his knees could understand that this was inseparable from 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 at all, what he wanted to do most at this time was to quickly inform Ansatin of the news - as long as Ansatin knew the news, these guys were completely equivalent to "throwing themselves into the net."

Thinking of Lord Ansadine's strong strength, Tranca's original apprehension and fear dissipated most of it in an instant, and then stood in front of Roddy and the others with confidence, 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 ability to talk 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 stunned? Only brought 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 Sodlore, why am I sending 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 quarreled with no logic, not like a nobleman at all, but like a village woman arguing in the market.

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, all thirteen puppets were killed by him, if you really collude with the undead, don't blame me for being unwelcome, 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 was already thinking about what he wanted to report to Ansadin 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 the 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 things can't be dealt with, I think the Duke of Angmar will make a decision for us. ”

Raise the lord's banner to bluff people? Tranka folded her arms and snorted disdainfully, "Who are you?" Who are you to say such things to me? ”

"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 Sodrol was about to continue talking nonsense with him, he almost immediately relented, and without hesitation, he expressed his willingness to compensate Pal 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.

Tranka looked at their departing figures, but immediately said to his men: "Send someone after them to remember where they went."

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"

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

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

Ansadine's orders echoed in the tomb, and the army of heavily footed puppets walked out of the ground with a sense of momentum, gargoyle wings spread, and four black shadows suddenly flew into the sky—when the men who were tracking 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.

Ansadine has never missed a mission since accepting the mission from Augustine, but after encountering this group of scouts, he has lost twice in a row... Ansadine understood: If this evil breath does not come out, it will be difficult for his strength to improve in the future

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 throat Yu were more obvious.

"Deal with the necromancer of the puppet system, or kill him before he can do it; Either... 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 is according to the plan, it should be no problem." ”

"What's that mercenary named Henry carrying?"

"War always burns money, and if you want to die less, 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 conversation between the two of them, pointed into the distance, and said, "The enemy is coming." ”

Roddy stopped talking nonsense, raised his hand and set up 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-

"Good time."

Roddy raised his short bow, and then was the first to raise the reins, shouting to his comrades beside him, "Guys, it's time to start"