At dusk, the pile of corpses in the square was burning, and Emperor Alfred looked at the flames of the three-story building with his hands behind his back, and the light of the fire reflected on his solemn face, making his pale face a little more angry.

"How many were burned today?" the Emperor asked.

"Fifteen hundred and thirty-two. Edel replied from the side.

"A whole wing is gone. There is also a high-ranking warrior of the Blackguard and a high-ranking mage inside. These people could have died in more valuable places in exchange for the lives of more Chinese. Alfred sighed, "How's the bloodline going?"

"Your Majesty, today is the last day of your deadline, and three more families with positive energy attribute bloodlines have arrived here, and now they are all contributing bloodline essence. When I first came over, we made and injected more than 3,500 bloodlines today, and by night it could exceed 4,000. Master Gandas said.

"Too slow! My warriors are waiting to die. These days add up to less than 10,000 people. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. I'll push again. Gandath lowered his voice, "However, we have pushed these bloodline families to the limit. Today, it is difficult for the bloodlines of many people to be condensed, and if this continues, the bloodlines of these people will be useless tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. ”

"They can be a little looser with Webb, but those little families are consumables. Don't worry too much about it. These people are making a much bigger contribution here than they are on the battlefield, so let's make the most of it. Alfred said.

"Yes. ”

At this time, Rodman said: "Your Majesty, it is quite interesting that the new Avorto family has a little girl named Emma today. Although he was very young, he proposed a plan. ”

"Oh?"

When Rodman talked about Emma's methods, Alfred sneered: "It's just clever, playing this kind of trick with me only shows that she is still very naïve." But you can tell the other families about it and let them do the same. Those thin-blooded waste should have been used this way a long time ago. It's just that tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, after they lose their bloodline, they will increase the quota of each level. Sixty cents per day for the intermediate and thirty servings per day for the low-level. ”

"Your Majesty, this ......" Rodman didn't expect the emperor to increase his hand.

Alfred waved his hand, not wanting to continue discussing this topic, but asked, "By the way, how many people are now injected with blood, but they have not been able to awaken the bloodline?"

"It usually takes about a day to awaken, and now there are about 3,000 people who can be sure that they will not awaken. Rodman said.

"These people will continue to get sick for the foreseeable future. And we can't put them anywhere else, can we?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. If these people return to the Empire, they will definitely plunge the Empire into disaster. Based on my observations of this plague, I think there is an eighty or ninety percent chance that these people will get sick. Rodman said.

"I'm going to give them a chance to show their worth. Alfred stared at the growing flames in front of him. "Eder, you go and make arrangements, I'm going to meet with these people. ”

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After dinner time, in a hall inside the walls of Kurokikase. More than 3,000 soldiers who had received blood infusion, but had no effect, gathered together. Most of these people are depressed, and among those who have been sick so far, very few ordinary people have recovered their health, and they all know that the only way to fight the plague is to inject blood, and if a person's blood injection is ineffective, it means that he has been sentenced to death, the difference is only whether he dies early or late.

Sooner or later, the people who sit in this room will die of the plague.

Everyone was exchanging information with each other with a heavy heart, nothing more than how many people had fallen today, and whether they would fall in the future, just when the atmosphere of the scene was shrouded in gloomy clouds, the voice of the attendant came from the door: "His Majesty the Emperor Alfred has arrived!"

The arrival of Emperor Alfred surprised them, and they all fell down on one knee and saluted.

Alfred walked to the front of the hall and asked everyone to get up. Look at those present with a look of compassion and pity. The people all looked at him, not knowing the emperor's purpose for coming here.

"This plague was a vicious attack, in the most brutal and merciless way in history. As of today, the mages and nobles and I have exhausted all we can to try to cure this plague. However, the gods of nature always have a choice, not all chicks can fly, not all small beasts can run, and our methods do not work for everyone. Some people have been favored by the gods of nature and have gained the ability to resist diseases, while others, namely you, are not so lucky.

But did the God of Nature abandon you? No, it wasn't He who abandoned you, but He set you on another path. Emperor Alfred spoke with a sense of sacred ritual in his tone at this time, as if he was the spokesman of the god of nature at this time, "This path is revenge! This plague is undoubtedly brought by our enemies, the Chinese." Now we need someone to send it back!"

When Alfred said this, the people below finally couldn't help but talk.

He stretched out his hands and pressed down, and the scene fell silent again, "Many of you may fall today or tomorrow, and you will all fall, and when the plague is about to spread, do you want to be surrounded by your partners and colleagues, or the enemies who created this plague? Do you want the next people to get this disease to be your parents and brothers, or the enemies who killed you?"

"Your Majesty! Of course the enemy!"

"I wish they were going to die like my brother right now!"

"Enemies, I want to see them rot a little bit!"

The crowd below began to shout. Shouting and shouting, the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic.

"Very well! That's what I'm going to do, spread the plague to the enemy's land! One of the two of us is immune to the plague by blood, but our enemy can't. They will die one village after another for your revenge! You will not die worthless like a puddle of mud, but on the contrary, you will become heroes of the Empire!"

Revenge! Value! Hero! No one wants to die worthless if they know they are going to die. The emperor's words spoke to the hearts of these people. They suddenly realize that they don't really become a useless puddle of mud. He died on the floor of a hospital room and was eventually piled up and burned.

The audience's emotions were really mobilized by the emperor's words, and the shouts of "Long live Your Majesty, long live the Empire!" resounded throughout the room.