The imperial city of Yamrit of the Rockovallen Empire.

In the huge city, on the summit of a majestic and huge tower, a middle-aged man in a simple gray robe stood silently, with sunken eyes, deep green eyes, eyebrows like sharp swords, two beautiful mustaches thick and neat, and a clean chin on his chin.

"Still thinking about the undead? "At the top of the stairs behind the man, a woman walked up.

The expression on Ou Ling's face turned into gentleness, and he turned around and looked at the woman who came up, revealing a bitter smile with a little worry: "Arida, peace has been too long, and the empire has forgotten what the undead look like." ”

Arida stepped forward, grabbed Ou Ling's extraordinarily thick palm, and comforted her softly: "Haven't those undead been in Fursino for a long time?

The smile on Ou Ling's face slowly disappeared, and his expression became a little solemn, then he turned around, looked at a huge city in the distance and said: "These undead have begun to gather, more and more undead have appeared in Fosino, and the sea scouts of Sylvia have been sending bad news, and it has been confirmed that nearly a hundred bone dragons have appeared, and the war is coming." ”

After a moment of silence, Ou Ling's heavy voice sounded again: "Master Inheim has confirmed the traces of the three undead in Fersino. ”

"Three undead?" Arida was puzzled.

"The owner of the Death Artifact, the undead hero who rules the order of the undead. Ou Ling said slowly, his resolute face full of solemnity.

"The three undead are the mortal enemies of mankind, they gain power by killing humans and conjuring spirits into undead, each of them is an incomparably powerful existence, even the most powerful Ronis of mankind, it is difficult to match any of them. ”

The sorrow on Arida's face became heavier, and she hugged Ou Ling's broad body from behind: "Humans will always have a way to get through it, and it has always been, hasn't it?"

"I hope so. The wrinkles on Ou Ling's brow tightened.

National Assembly Chamber.

A man in a splendid robe walked in, and there were more than a dozen councillors sitting in the chamber. The man was followed by two swordsmen and two mages in mage robes.

"Your Majesty!" the councillors stood up and nodded to him.

"Sit down, who's going to tell me what's going on?" the man asked, as he walked over to an empty seat and sat down casually.

"My Majesty, we have received some news that is not very good, because of the news from Master Heim, the mastermind behind the destruction of the Duchy of Fosinore this time is the three possessors of the undead artifact, and at the same time, a secret letter from the Lord of Sylvia, a large number of undead are gathering more and more in Fosino, and nearly a hundred huge bone dragons have been found. A well-dressed councillor spoke to the king.

After he finished speaking, an old senior in a frugal brown linen robe on the other side spoke: "My Majesty! According to the epic, after the end of the Holy War, the undead artifact was dismantled into three parts, and it was occupied by the three most powerful evil undead lords of the undead clan, the evil death knight Rhode Hart, the spiritualist knight Elsa, and the evil lich king Sandru. All three of these evil undead are unusually powerful, and they are unusually evil. ”

At this point, there was a faint commotion in the council room, and everyone's faces were very ugly.

"Now, then, what shall we do?" the king asked the old scholar directly.

"My Majesty! We must immediately march to lead the Empire's most elite troops and powerful high-ranking magicians to the human defense line north of Phosino!

A tall, fat man frowned, then stood up and said to the king, "My Majesty, Fosino is quite far away, and it is still separated by a vast and boundless sea, and if we send our most elite troops and high-ranking magicians, the garrison of the kingdom will be greatly reduced. Another point is that the Gilverin Empire's relationship with us is one of trade, and there is no imperial alliance yet. ”

After his words, there was a lot of controversy in the council room.

"Stupid! ridiculous!" the old scholar scolded, raising his eyebrows, pointing at the tall man who was fat.

"Humanity and the undead are mortal enemies from the beginning to the end! Four hundred years ago, in the holy war, how many empires were destroyed because they were isolated and helpless, and they were reduced to undead skeletons. The old scholar's tone was resolute and forceful.

The sound of discussion and exchange sounded again at the scene.

A thin, thin, simple, yet delicately dressed man stood up, saluted the king, and then spoke, "My Majesty, I think there is some truth in what Scholar Grimm said, and there is no doubt that humans and the undead have always been mortal enemies. But what the knight chief Diego said was also true. If too many elite and high-level mages are sent to Phosino to fight the undead, it is inevitable that some people with bad intentions will be ready to move. ”

"However, you must know that the evil Lord of the Undead, Phoenix Wilma, has been completely wiped out, and without Phoenix Wilma, the instigators of this undead war are only three undead lords who are not in one mind, and there will inevitably be a lot of civil strife and struggle between the many forces of the undead, which can be seen from the fact that they have not launched another attack after they occupied the Duchy of Phosinau. ”

"But as a powerful empire, we naturally can't stand indifferent when the human race is facing the shadow of death, so I proposed a proposal to send a mixed army of less than five thousand to the human defense line north of the Duchy of Fusino as reinforcements. This is my motion, my majesty. The thin man saluted the king again, and then sat down indifferently.

The King nodded, and said, "Councillor Scott has said the bill, my councillors, what do you think of it?"

The old scholar Green frowned slightly, looked at Councillor Scott who was sitting in the chair, and after deliberation, did not speak.

The fat and tall General Diego also glanced at Scott, and when he saw that he had finished speaking, he stopped talking and agreed with his proposal.

After a long discussion among the councillors, they finally passed Councillor Scott's motion and sent the king away. A group of parliamentarians discussed how to form this army of 5,000 people, the proportion of the number of people, the logistics support plan, the swearing-in meeting, and many other things until late at night.