Returning to the castle, he handed over the war supplies and prisoners with the duke's men, and went to meet the duke. The duke was not happy when he heard that the Ice Sword Sauer had run away. But when he saw that Buson presented a pair of right arms that were half a shoulder, he was happy again.

"Sauer, this guy, has always relied on his excellent martial arts skills and didn't take me seriously, but now it's good, even the hand holding the sword has been cut off by you. Great. "According to the duke's joy, he wanted to hold another banquet to celebrate, but was stopped by old Gaso.

The joy did not last long, and soon the Duke remembered the trouble, and the smile of victory disappeared from the Duke's face at once.

"The Empire has issued a call for calls. Speaking of this, the Duke of Windsor looked quite irritated, "Soon we will have to go on a campaign to serve His Majesty the Emperor." ”

Lu Jingzhi was at a loss when he heard this, and said strangely: "What is a conscription order?"

Gasso smiled: "No wonder the magic envoy does not know that this is the Empire's every ten years of conquest, and the whole country is conquest to the Duchy of Posatan. ”

Duke Wensha interrupted Gazo's words with a wave of his hand, and said: "What is there to explain this, you are in my territory, give me a war to fight, open up the territory to the outside world, and crusade against the internal crusade, of course." In His Majesty the Emperor's country, I went out to fight for him, and I also opened up my territory to the outside world and fought against him internally. It's the same thing!"

Lu Jingzhi sighed and said, "Since it's a matter of duty, then I have to go." There is nothing to shirk. ”

Duke Wensha said angrily: "How could I shirk the war, after all, I am also a great undead from a knight's background." Tell him, Gasso. ”

Gasso braced his crutches hard, making his clumsy body look straighter, but still bent comically. Fortunately, Lu Jingzhi's concentration was still relatively deep, and he forced his smile down, only to hear Gasuo say: "Every time the empire is recruited, supplies and supplies will be distributed according to the number of troops we send. However, the equipment of our army is too poor, and every war is an all-out expedition, but only three or five percent of the people can come back. What you have gained is really miserable compared to what you have lost. ”

Lu Jingzhi couldn't help asking: "Then deal with it, don't you want to send some troops?"

Gasso shook his head and said, "It's not that easy. If the contribution in the war is too small, and even affects His Majesty's expectations of the war, he will be reduced or even deprived of his title and territory. So, we have to give it our all. ”

Lu Jingzhi rolled his eyes and said, "Then go, what else is there to say?"

Gasso smiled, "Your Excellency the Magician, you see, we are coming back again. ”

Lu Jing was stunned, and he really came back. The loss of sending troops will be very large, and if you don't send troops or send fewer troops, you will be scolded by the emperor, which is really a dilemma. "After talking for a long time, what are we going to do?!" Lu Jingzhi spread his hands and asked Gasuo.

Gaso said: "When the Duke loses his temper and figures it out himself, it will be fine." ”

Lu Jing thought that it was only like this, so he waited for the duke to calm down. After kicking over several chairs and a desk, Duke Wensha finally calmed down, picked up a chair and sat down, and said to Lu Jing: "My child, you can always surprise me, now help me think of a way to overcome this difficulty." ”

Lu Jingzhi said: "Of course, the best way is to help you defeat other big canned zombies, what other way is there......?" My lord, how much time do we have to prepare?" He had used to call the Duke his father, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered the conversation with Ice Sword Sauer, and this half-truth and half-false title could no longer be called, so he had to vaguely pass it.

Duke Wensha didn't hear anything unusual, but he didn't know how long he had to prepare for war, so he looked at Gasso, who hurriedly said: "The conscription order was only received today, the appointed time is in the autumn, and the agreed place is in the royal capital." In total, we still have half a year to prepare. ”

Lu Jingzhi silently calculated the time in his heart, raised his head and said: "If it is six months, the number of our cavalry can be doubled, and if I simplify the knight training, I can report them to Your Majesty as real knights." As for the infantry, I can train them all as hoplites in exchange for a little more supplies, and for the light infantry part, I plan to train a group of human slaves to replace them. ”

"No!" Duke Wensha said loudly, "It is common sense that human slaves cannot become regular soldiers! In the battle for territory, it is already the limit to let humans go to battle, but there must be no human soldiers in the army commanded by His Majesty!"

Lu Jingzhi was stunned and said, "Why?"

Gasso said gloomily on the side: "My lord, he is on the side of humanity after all. ”

The Duke of Winsand yelled at Gasso, "! Then he pulled up a chair and said to Lu Jing: "Sit down, my child." Let me tell you about the grievances between humans and our spirits. ”

Lu Jingzhi sat down as he said and heard a historical story of humans and the undead that was completely different from the rumors in the village.

It was more than 2,000 years ago, and the story of the night walker was told in Jutland. Nocturnal walkers usually go out in the middle of nowhere, usually trying to go to remote places. Only on a rare occasion would they appear in the little inn by the roadside, and they would come in a hurry, and they would nominate a man to buy food and wine, and they would leave, never saying anything useless. At first people thought they were contagious patients, until a reckless drunk accidentally lifted the hood of one of them, found their faces rotting, screamed in fright, and ran away. This is the earliest record of the undead in the human world.

The Nocturnal Wanderers first came from the other side of the Channel, the deceased who had fallen asleep in the Land of Eternal Sleep, awakened by the sorcerers of the Necrosis to do things that the sorcerers themselves could not do. For example, there are dangerous things, or things that require a lot of strength. Wizards keep their magical creations under strict control and prevent them from coming into contact with living people. But awakening them inevitably leaves behind traces, such as hollowed-out tombs and coffins, and a strong rancid smell that permeates them.

They were originally called zombies. Because they are only corpses, under the control of the dead, working for him. They are cold and breathless, their skin is dull and inelastic, and their movements are stiff and rigid, and only movement can distinguish them from real corpses. The Dead Master is eventually discovered, along with his zombie minions. Although the humans were afraid of the Dead Master for the time being, they still felt the deep malice from the humans, so they left their hometown with their zombies and took a small boat to Jutland Peninsula, where they studied their witchcraft.

Until one day, a master named Hecate invented another way to control them - to have a spirit from the underworld attached to the corpse. He carved a path deep into the waters of the River Styx, leading to the depths of the Abyss, and then imprisoned the souls from the abyss, and let these souls who had not yet been lost in the abyss attach themselves to the intact corpse, with the eyes of the corpse as eyes, and the hands of the corpse as hands, just like a living man. In addition to being able to move, they can also think and judge simple questions, and if the imprisoned soul is strong enough, they can even talk and converse. As a result, they became them, and they were called the Undead.

The undead already have wisdom, they are not willing to be detained, and while they are driven by the undead, a force of resistance is gradually accumulating. The wizards, while enjoying the convenience, forgot about Hect's precepts, and they excessively exposed the undead to more words and parchments, although none of them were classified as classified. Among the many undead who wanted to rebel, there was a very clever undead who learned the mysteries of writing and finally found an opportunity to enter the stone chamber where the wizards kept their necrosis in service. There, he was discovered and driven out by the wizards. But that's enough. No one knew how much he had learned, and the next day he was gone.

Hundreds of years later, during the Rebellion of the Seven Kings in the British Peninsula, a king who used the Dark Knight gained a great advantage in the war. These Dark Knights never go out during the day, and at night they take advantage of the darkness to attack the city. Arrows hit them as if they had been shot into wood, and they could not be harmed, and they were slashed by ordinary swords as if nothing had happened. Only by cutting off their limbs and cutting off their heads with a big sword and axe can they be destroyed. Moreover, these undead knights are extremely powerful, and ordinary soldiers simply cannot resist them. The number of battles increased, and it was discovered that the Dark Knight was afraid of fire, and as long as he was hit by a rocket, he would soon be burned to ashes. Seeing that he could not complete his mission, the leader of the Dark Knight became angry at the king's urging, assassinated the king, and ran with his men to Ben Nevis in the west of Scotland and hid. And here I found a cave that led to the other world, came to the other world, and completely left the world. The leader of the knights was the great undead who had learned the art of necromancer, and all the undead revered him as their ancestor and called him Nick (NEC).

Nick developed the art of death in the Atlas, formed the village of the undead, and built the Soul Tower in the village. When the wind rings the bell on the tower, it sounds a bell that summons wandering undead from the underworld. His art of death was passed on to the later Great Undead, who developed it into the Soul Flute. Because the flute does not need to be hung high on the tower, and the whining flute is easier to make than the crisp bell. On top of that, the undead were afraid of fire, and they couldn't smelt metal to make more bells, and bamboo or wooden flutes were not limited to this.

Nick's Soul Tower kept summoning the undead from the underworld, and soon formed a kingdom, and this kingdom bordered the New Han Land, and the ensuing battle was a battle against the humans of the New Han Land.

Because of the needs of the war, Nick increasingly summoned souls from the underworld, and was eventually discovered by a dead master, who ambushed him in the underworld. Banished him forever to the deepest depths of the abyss. And set up six gates in the River Styx, forbidding souls to come out of the underworld. This division is known as the Abu Hawthorne.

Lu Jingzhi was stunned when he heard it, it turned out that the undead also have a history, he was deeply moved by this story, and fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

What does this story have to do with human soldiers, and how can Lu Jingzhi solve the problem of the conscription order?

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.