Among the four people, the only female Freel, who is Lynne of the Night Watchman in the real world outside, knows the details of the undead knight Wesley in front of her, and does not hesitate to kneel on one knee to show submission.

As a wanderer, Mandy's personality on the wall, seeing that there were undead in three circles around him, naturally thought about Wesley's so-called "eternal departure", worried that his life was not guaranteed, did not hesitate too much, and with Friel's example, he also knelt down.

Remaining Warrior Thorin and Spellcaster Ser, both of whom looked at each other and saw the hidden worries in each other's eyes, there was no third way to choose, and despite the pride of their personalities who were unwilling to give loyalty to someone, they still knelt down on one knee in humiliation and buried their heads deep under their knees.

When Aldrich saw this scene, he immediately grasped the thoughts of the four of them: "Since you have made the right choice, then I will not be stingy with favors and the right to pay the price of this loyalty." ”

The hero of the Undead Knight has the authority to canonize his squire, and behind him rises a banner that is as bright as blood, waving like a flame in the wind, and suddenly emits four pale phosphorescences, which fall on Freel and the others.

"I give you the status of a knight's squire, to command a band of undead minions, each with twelve skeletons or zombies. After leading your troops, you will expand around the swamps, draw maps, explore unfamiliar areas, encounter wild beasts, hunt them, and remember to bring back the corpses. If you encounter an unknown enemy, a small group of troops can try to strangle them, and if there are too many enemies, they will immediately come back and report back. Races like the Temple of the Valley, I believe they must exist, so you should be careful. ”

As Aldrich expected, they all chose skeleton soldiers instead of thick-skinned zombies, perhaps the abscesses all over their bodies and carrion that attracted mosquito bites, and it was natural to be disgusted, but it was more likely that the zombies were slow and worried that they would drag down the team.

When Cell's and the others were about to leave the Castle of the Dead and be ordered to explore in all directions, Triss was moved and stopped Friel.

As the first person to show submission and the only woman, Aldrich was very interested in her, and as for Cell, they couldn't hide the complex emotions of jealousy, suspicion, and envy in their eyes, looked at each other, and left in tacit understanding, but reunited in the valley in the distance.

Through the spiritual link of the Heroic Banner, Tris, who unilaterally grasped the movements of the knight's squire, did not say a word about it, motioned to Friel to follow, and the two came to the cemetery behind the ancient castle, where the altar of sacrifice that had been successfully transformed after being infected in the edge area was floated with countless phosphorescences like fireflies, gray-black smoke lingered, and tiny distorted human faces appeared and disappeared.

The Undead Knight stepped forward alone, shook off a package, threw all the trophies that killed the swamp werewolves, the Thorn Chain Hammer, into it, and after shattering seven weapons containing subtle natural aura in succession, one of them finally began to transform amazingly after being soaked in negative energy.

The fragments of the Thorn Chain Hammer were attached to it, most of them sharp thorns, and the head of the hammer continued to extend and elongate into a mace-like weapon, and all natural aura was completely crushed and became part of the altar.

Aldrich stepped forward and reached out to pick it up without hesitation, the liquefied negative energy could not hurt his body at all, and soon the attributes of this newborn weapon appeared in the introduction of the system.

"Rotten Hand, a club-type common weapon, with 2-5 lethality, commanding the undead with an additional bonus, durability 12/12. ”

Friel, who silently followed behind the undead knight, was rewarded for being the first to surrender, but the weapon soaked in negative energy, as an ordinary human, could not be used unscathed.

Apparently thinking about this, Tris reached into the Red Sock, a space bag that could be used, found a pair of iron gloves, and gave them to the squire Freel, along with the "rotten hand".

"You are different from them, there is often a subtle emotion in your eyes, and we are probably acquaintances in the real world outside. Of course, you don't have to say who you are, and I'll avoid it. Although I have already guessed it...... Let's keep each other's secrets tacitly. What do you think of this suggestion?"

Aldrich's attitude made Freel, or the girl named Lynn as she was, put aside the heavy stone in her heart called worry, and she immediately nodded and accepted the rare gift.

Always under the care of Tris, the vice-captain of the Night Patrol Knights, Lynn's heart unconsciously produced a kind of hopeless expectation, the gap between identity and status is getting farther and farther, after Aldridge left, there was no chance to get along day and night, she lost confidence for a while, but fate closed the door at the same time, quietly opened a window for her.

There was no reason to let go, especially now that the relationship between the two was closer than ever, and the fact that only they shared secrets made Lynn tremble with excitement, and what Triss had just said was more moving than any lover's vows.

If Lynn had been a little hesitant just now, she had now become a true knight's squire, unswervingly following Aldrich Triss's footsteps, wherever she went.

After leaving the castle, Friel led twelve skeleton soldiers as previously agreed, and marched straight ahead without concealment, reaching the valley that had been turned into a barren land after the army of the undead had swept away.

Cell's eyes as the others stepped out of their hiding place and were about to say something, when they saw Freel's iron gloves and metallic rotten hands, their eyes couldn't help but show greed, jealousy, and a slight hatred.

In particular, Mandy, the Wanderer, who was a little slower, felt that the undead knight's gift should be given to him, and quietly forgot that it was he who saw Freel's actions, so he decided to follow suit and choose to submit to Wesley.

Thorin, who had always remained silent, turned a blind eye to this, and Cell's hand immediately raised his hand to signal Mandy not to act rashly, he remembered Friel's true identity outside, and he was relieved of her choice, although his face remained calm, but his heart was still full of slander.

"A woman is a woman, and there must be a girl's fantasy in my heart. In particular, Tris has a life-saving favor for her, and has terminated her employment contract to help her establish herself in the Night Watchman. Now blaming her for ignoring the tacit understanding of advancing and retreating together, she will only push Freel to Wesley's side, I must not do this kind of stupid thing that harms my own interests and cheapens the other party. ”

Putting away his divergent thoughts, Cell's expression was indifferent and nodded lightly to Freel, pretending not to see the iron gloves and rotten hands: "Now that everyone has arrived, they are lucky to save their lives, and they are lucky to have a group of skeleton minions, and they can go to places that they didn't dare to explore before." Personally, I suggest that everyone gather their forces and attack together, and Wesley can rise quickly, and we will not be inferior. ”

Mandy the Wanderer nodded heavily, apparently Cell's words were in line with his heart: "Wesley is obviously a veteran and may know a lot of secrets, just like he came to this swamp and made a great foundation for the second time, with the status of an undead knight and the command of a large number of undead creatures. I believe that in the unknown depths of the Black Swamp, there must be an opportunity to change our destiny waiting for us. ”

"That's good!" Cell, who patted Mandy on the shoulder, and as soon as the two sang and harmonized, and Sorinmo was silent, the matter was settled. As for Friel's attitude, it didn't matter anymore, they believed that the three of them would be able to suppress the only woman in the team.

Of course, if it weren't for the hideous, terrifying weapon of evil, Cell's wonderful excuse to take the rotten hand and the iron glove that obviously came with it from Freel's hand.

On the map, Aldrich saw the four phalanges shown as knights' squires stop for a moment, and then march forward into the depths of the swamp in unison, and then the dark fog gradually dissipated, revealing a mottled and chaotic green pattern that symbolized vitality.

Smiling disapprovingly, he focused on the sacrificial altar, the remains of eleven swamp werewolves, soaked in negative energy, and then transformed into an undead form with spiritualism, the success rate seemed to be slightly improved, a total of six zombie-like werewolves were aroused, and those that didn't succeed were directly shattered and became part of the altar.

Ghost Wolf, a second-order undead creature, from the Lost Swamp, has a base damage of 10-14, defense of 32, health of 40, and a direct minion of the Undead Knight, with damage of 14-23 (modified), defense of 50 (modified), and health of 43 (modified).

"Well, there is no characteristic of accumulating combat experience to advance to the level, is this the limitation of special types of undead? But the basic attributes are strong enough, and they can be promoted to catch up with the third-order undead. Then you really see the undead. ”

Later, a large number of beast bones found inside the valley temple were picked up and thrown into the sacrificial altar with a thick skeleton and almost intact, and the more and more proficient spiritualism restrained the ghosts floating in the wilderness and blended them into their original bodies.

A pale phosphorescent light flashed, and the four staggering bison stepped down from the altar, their rattling joints lacking the fluidity of the fluid.

Aldrich didn't care about the noise at all, and with obedient animal power under his command, a lot of heavy work was settled. He then looked across the swamp to the misty forest in the distance, where he first landed in the world of All Souls' Day, a vast forest that could be turned into a lumber yard for a steady stream of timber.

The undead version of the Industrial Revolution, which was about to start experiments, could only use inferior charcoal and peat without the coal that would propel the steam engine, and as for the indispensable machines, it could only be imported from the real world outside.

The four attendants, who were planning a blueprint for the future and were still in sight, seemed to be in trouble and had been stationed in a certain location for a while.

Aldrich was pleasantly surprised, and continued to fight without hesitation, and then summoned all the undead creatures inside and outside the castle, leaving the zombies to guard the sacrificial altar, and personally led the army of the undead to rush to the battlefield with murderous spirits.

When Friel and the others explored the depths of the swamp, they unexpectedly encountered a group of green-skinned goblins, numbering about twenty in total, armed with the femurs of large animals as weapons. These humanoids, who were only waist-tall to the waist of ordinary people, exuded a strange stench all over their filthy bodies, and their mud-gray eyes flashed with a ferocious look from time to time, but in the face of a group of walking skeletons, they occasionally whispered to each other with cowardice and panic.

"Whew...... Woo!" The howl of the wild coyote tore through the quiet atmosphere, and the courage and strength of the goblin came to life spontaneously when they heard the urging from their master, but the two who stood in the front seemed to have had a painful experience, and they were frightened and incontinent on the spot, and their bodies were stiff and immobile, and then they were unceremoniously knocked to the ground by their compatriots, and more than a dozen pairs of stinky feet stepped on them in turn, lying on the ground motionless, as if the fire of life had been extinguished in advance.

Just after the battle began, they trampled on each other and lost two green-skinned goblins, and the nervousness of Cell's and the others eased a lot, and because of the superiority of their own forces, they did not hesitate to order the skeleton soldiers to form a formation on the spot.

Thorin's men in the front row crouched down to face the first round of goblin skirmishers, followed by Mandy the Wanderer's men, who ordered the skeletons to break their ribs as weapons, and the last row were the minions of the spellcaster, and as for Freel's skeletons, due to the blessing of the "rotten hand", their attack power was much higher, and they were used as a reserve force to guard against the opponent's possible backhand.

Aldrich, who was still surging forward in the rear, saw a wave of green ripples crashing head-on into the white embankment in the system map, and watched with interest.

"Bang bang bang...... The violent impact ...... the sound of sore bones was constantly heard, blood splattered from the torn wounds, and painful wails came one after another.

The results of the battle between the two sides were immediately apparent, and the goblins, who had no sense of group fighting, bumped their heads and broke the blood flow in front of the skeleton soldiers with clear layers of attack and defense, and if it weren't for the femoral head of the large beast to extend the attack distance, break their ribs as a weapon and stab the skeleton soldiers who kept stabbing them, they would have been able to reap the lives of most goblins.

The three-layer defense line composed of first-order undead creatures successfully contained the enemy's undisciplined attack, and also harvested the lives of the three-headed goblins with little combat experience.

Wounds, pain, blood, screams, wails, death, like the last straw bent the camel's back, and the goblin, whose courage and strength receded like a tidal wave, shouted, waved the bone weapon in his hand, and turned and fled in great understanding.

Standing alone on the hill, the enemy hero who followed the wilderness coyote by his side couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and shook his head vigorously, as if he couldn't accept the slight setback of the goblin's battle, and immediately turned to a fighting style like the wind.

Fortunately, he also had a little hole card, circled his fingers and put them in his mouth, and blew a sharp and somewhat piercing whistle to wake up the mountain monster lying on the steep slope not far from his feet, whirring and sleeping.

Not long ago, the old male mountain monster who led the goblin hunt and ate most of the swamp bison opened his brown eyes full of, scratched his fluffy and greasy hair mixed with the mane on his back, grabbed a stick made of logs casually, and let out an angry roar, his voice was so terrifying that the deterrent power immediately stopped the goblins who were running halfway.

The fear of the mountain monster and the big stick overpowered the cowardice in his nature, and the courage seemed to return to the goblin's body again, and even the wound was no longer so hot and painful.

The second round of battle between the two sides is about to begin, and Aldrich, who is still some distance from the battlefield, orders the fastest Shadow to immediately go to the designated place, and make a voice to reassure Friel and the others that they are not alone.