When Roddy returned to Elson after his "cabinet meeting" in Hollier, the kingdom of Raciman, thousands of miles away, was still immersed in rain that seemed to never stop. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The kingdom, which is surrounded by mountains, has many specialties due to its special climate. Rare herbs and strange magical beasts are often unique and difficult to find elsewhere on the continent, but there are also advantages and disadvantages in such weather. For the undead who began the "war mobilization", although the rain did not make them feel any discomfort, the lifespan of metal weapons and armor was greatly shortened, and the high cost of military expenses caused the old bones of the parliament to protest to Augustine every day.

Of course, this kind of bickering often has little practical effect, at least at least the current several important ministers of Augustine are clearly in favor of the war - it is unknown how much Augustine paid behind this, but it is certain that the Tasman Kingdom has slowly awakened from its slumber and turned its cold and deep gaze on the Cullen Kingdom.

Yes, Augustine never thought of making a move only on "Evta" from the beginning, he aimed at the entire kingdom of Karen.

Further afield, there are countries beyond the borders of the Karen Kingdom.

The long lifespan of the undead gives the undead far more terrifying ambitions than humans. Augustine's casual layout could involve a hundred years, so no matter how much pressure the Council put on him on the current kingdom of Karen, he was still bound to win.

"Just let them bark for a few more days..."

Putting down the pleadingly admonishing letters in his hand, Augustine's eyes couldn't help but carry a little banter. War is like a huge and complex machine, it is difficult to start, but it is even harder to stop after starting. As the initiator of this war, he considers himself halfway there.

War is a continuation of politics, and any war has complex and diverse purposes. To outsiders, Tasman was a simple expansion. But the deeper reason is always known only to Augustine, the initiator.

Putting down the letter, Augustine stood up and walked to the side of the test bench, quietly observing his masterpiece.

This is not the King's Chambers, but the most privileged of Augustine's magical laboratories.

As the Monarch of the Undead, Augustine's strength is unquestionable. The stronger the power mastered, the deeper the study and immersion of cutting-edge power, whether it is an elemental mage or a necromancer, this is an inescapable law. However, beyond the Magister level, each laboratory often has many assistants and deputies to assist, because tedious experiments cannot be completed by one person.

For Augustine, it is true that his other seven laboratories have as many as fifteen high-level magicians and more than fifty assistants, but he is the only one busy in the laboratory he is in.

Because the current experiment involves too many taboos.

One wall of the laboratory is plastered with countless pieces of parchment, on which the bits and pieces of information recorded on them were written by Augustine himself over the course of nearly a hundred years. Under the clues, the workbench is based on these test plans and experimental notes. Augustine, who always had a calm expression in front of the nobles of the council, would always leave casual words such as "The results are as predicted, I really want to go and drink two glasses", "Dry xx, I really want the alchemist who provided the instrument to explode with the whole family".

This kind of experiment record, which is not shown to a second person, is more indicative of the character of the Dead Emperor, but as the experiment progresses, Augustine's nervousness and impatience are gradually reflected in the short text - until today, he finally solemnly wrote the words "first official attempt" in his notebook.

This also means that his long-standing speculation and experiments are about to enter the final verification stage.

Next to the mountains of notebooks and books are hundreds of test tubes containing various liquids. In the other corner of the room, there was a large black circle slab with a pure black crystal fragment that had failed to be painted.

At this time, in front of Augustine was a black wedge-shaped circle more than half a meter high and shaped like a pyramid.

This form of magic circle, which is different from the current necromancy system, is full of weirdness, the pitch-black surface has hollow patterns, and you can see that there are countless layers of carved patterns inside-such complex magic patterns are enough to see Augustine's magic attainments, but the face of the Necronomicon does not show too much excitement, he has failed too many times, and he has long lost the gambler's expectations for the results of the experiment.

Raising his hand to correct the last few lines through magic, he began to inlay the magic crystals of different shapes one by one, and after all the examinations were completed, Augustine strode towards the coffin that he had personally brought into the laboratory today.

As the magic seal was lifted, the open coffin revealed a struggling man... No, it is said to be "human", but many of the characteristics of the other party have been separated from the category of "human".

He has the face of a normal human male, but has fangs like vampire bats in his mouth. His ears were pointed like elves, his frightened eyes stared at Augustine, his pupils were like snakes, his limbs were slender, his nails were sharp, and there was a tail writhing behind his back.

The tail is very nimble, and it is trying to untie its shackles. But all efforts were in vain in the face of Augustine. With a wave of his hand, the Emperor of the Dead controlled the other party with magical power, and then picked up the silver knife without any emotional fluctuations, and slashed the opponent's chest with skillful movements—the quietly flowing blood was contained in the container, and then he carefully poured it on the wedge-shaped circle in a specific order.

When the light lit up as expected, Augustine's face finally glowed with joy.

"Finally... This step was taken. ”

The "sacrifice" not far away had lost its voice due to excessive blood loss, but for Augustine, it was just a "test material" that could be discarded. And his attention had already been focused on the results of the circle in front of him.

Even the council elders who angered Augustine were of no value compared to it.

………

And on the borders of Evta, the vanguard of the orcs has officially stepped into the borders of the human kingdom.

"Overseer Mugor! Why are all these damn humans hiding in those stone houses? ”

"Fool, humans are not grass, will they all obediently wait for you to harvest?"

Mugor was quite helpless about the IQ of his subordinates, but he was also scolding in his heart - the four hundred wolf cavalry who broke away from the baggage team and rushed out were not for the purpose of squatting in front of the fortress and staring...

What he wants is a "good start"! It's the covetousness of other orcs! It's killing and blood!

"Keep searching, we can't stop!"

Mugor didn't believe that the great Evta could hide all the humans, so in the entire day after entering the border of Ivta, he searched almost all the villages he could find, but the whole party found nothing, except for the hares he encountered on the way!

Do you want to continue to explore the interior of human territory?

This idea was suppressed only for a moment, and being an Overseer proved that Mugol was not a military idiot, at least in military terms. The elite wolf cavalry was not an iron man, and the dry food they carried was only enough for one day, so he looked at the sun that was gradually setting towards the western mountains, and ordered the team to prepare to stop and rest.

However, at this moment, a human cavalry team that suddenly appeared killed Mugor by surprise!

The other party was obviously prepared, and when he came out of a dim forest, the rain of arrows that had been poured from a long distance knocked down a large number of wolf cavalry on the spot.

"Over there! Kill it! ”

Any order at this time is superfluous, and the orcs under his command do not have much military discipline to speak of, and basically rely on instinct to fight - but the orcs have finally found a place to vent their anger after a day, and they are all screaming and rushing to kill.

From afar, Mugor could see no more than seventy or eighty human cavalrymen in leather armor, each carrying a large recurve bow, but unarmed with the heavy cavalry he had heard from Sauron.

"Is it possible..."

Just as he hesitated, the human team in the distance turned their horses' heads and avoided the path of the frontal charge, and while making a circle, another wave of arrows rained down. The wolf cavalry, who had just made a pursuit posture in the rear, suddenly fell down five or six more!

Obviously, these human cavalry did not intend to charge head-on at all, but were ready to shoot and run along the way...

The wolf cavalry copied out and threw the net to catch up, and it stands to reason that the wolf's short-distance sprint ability is not weak, but the crotch of the specially trained cavalry and archery team in front of them are all top war horses, and the distance of hundreds of meters is opened in an instant.

"I'll sacrifice the flag with their blood!"

Mugor's angry nose was smoking, but he could only watch the other party escape with a smoke and hide in a dense forest.

Along the way, they were shot dead and wounded by nearly fifty people, but the other side did not suffer any casualties because of the advantage of the war horses, and the disparity in battle damage ratio made the Overseer unable to swallow this breath at all!

But seeing the forest in front of him, Mugol subconsciously stopped.

An inner voice told him that it was time to stop, but look at the emaciated humans, and look at his badly wounded men... When the other party's arrow rain hit again, Mugol couldn't resist the urge to tear the other party to pieces, and immediately drove his subordinates to rush forward.

The trees on the outskirts of the forest were sparse, and the orcs were always able to lock on to the mounted archery unit in front of them, so they followed closely all the way. However, when they found that the surrounding trees were getting denser and darker, and it was becoming more and more difficult for humans in the distance to catch up, they finally stopped because of the trees.

Mugol's face was gloomy, and he looked at the panting wolf and his tired men, and felt that all this was different from what he had expected.

How can these damn humans have so many tricks? As an Overseer above 10,000 people, my team can't kill even a single human?

"Pick up the wounded!"

Full of anger, Mugor felt that his chest was about to explode, but when he scanned the surroundings, he found that the sky had darkened unconsciously, and as an orc with severe loss of night vision, Mugor suddenly felt an alarm in his heart.

It was at this moment that all the orcs heard the scream from above the sky.

"Boom!"

The light burst from overhead, and the explosion instantly swept away most of the orc wolf cavalry scattered among the trees, and the thick tree trunk exploded into a large piece in an instant, and Mugor only had time to raise his head before he was blown to pieces by the oncoming shock wave and broken stubble...

The orc overseers were killed by the Floating Tower of Elson City the day after the war began.

"I wish there were as many orcs as possible..."

Standing on the floating tower, Roddy looked at the black smoke rising, clapped his hands, and said to Camilla beside him: "It's not bad, this is also a good start, right?" Well, it should be. By the way, let's celebrate with red wine at dinner..."