"Let's go. ”

On the already scorched plains of Braccaton, Sandru gently withdrew his withered arm that had been pressed to the ground, and then said lightly, a corpse in front of him quickly decomposed and dissolved into the soil.

After all the corpses on the surface had been turned into fertilizer to nourish the earth and absorbed by the huge circle carved into the plains, one by one the corpse witches began to climb up from the piles of corpses that had piled up in front of Sandru.

What is decomposed is useless, and what is left behind is naturally the essence.

"Don't wait for him, it's only a week's journey from Beit League to Bracaton, and he's almost there if you count the time. Behind Sandru, Elson asked curiously.

"Don't wait, it's too early to meet, let Mr. Tanan play with him, I believe they will get along very happily, as for we also need a base camp to take care of a few rats at home by the way, what do you say?"

At the end of Sandru's sight, a skeletal and white-haired lich stood silently, and only nodded faintly after hearing the inquiry, but it was the death knight Mordo sent by Duke Clauis to destroy Sandru.

It seems that Sandru didn't know how to make the Duke steal chickens and rice, and successfully rebelled against Modo and directly took a whole army into his pocket.

"What is the situation with Tiga now? Sandru turned to look at Elson behind him, perhaps because the large-scale Spirit Gathering Circle had consumed a lot of his energy, so his voice sounded a little tired.

"Stronk has already set off yesterday, if nothing else, he will be able to enter the Steelak Mountains in seven days, and he will have five days to cross the back of the mountain and officially enter the territory of Tiga, the undead town closest to the Steelak Mountains is Cloud City, where there are magic guilds that can build directional teleportation points, and it is not difficult to capture Cloud City with the forces under his command.

But what I don't understand is why we don't just cross the border of Erathia and enter the forests of Turalia, and return the way we came, and why don't we go after the fleeing Erathians if we go through the Steelac Mountains?"

After answering Sandru's questions in a clear manner, Elson asked several questions in a row, but Sandru did not have any dissatisfaction with being questioned, but looked at him with great satisfaction.

"Although the Erathians have experienced this great defeat, in fact they have not lost all their resistance in the country, and it is in vain for us to cross the border of Erathia while the elves occupy the castle of Hammondal, and the war should be ignited on this continent even as much as possible, but there is no need for us to be direct participants in the short term. ”

"And most importantly, our enemy is also his enemy, and even if he wants to talk about conflict, what he has to do will cause far more turmoil on this continent than ours, so for the time being, we don't need to help him clear the obstacles.

A dying Erathia is better than a perished Erathia, that's why I help the barbarians but don't exterminate them, anything that can cause trouble for him is worth our spare effort, I want you to understand that our enemy is not him but the terrifying being behind him, and every step must be precise to the extreme in order to achieve this ideal, otherwise what's the point if you just want to disturb the land?"

"As for why you have to go to the Steelac Mountains, you'll know when the time comes. ”

It seems that it has been a long time since he has spoken in such a continuous large paragraph, and from the second half of the paragraph, Sandru's voice has been obviously fluctuating and up and down, as if someone is constantly pumping air into a rubber tube, but because of the dense holes in the pipe wall, it is still leaking outward.

He gave a rare look of self-deprecation, and walked towards the ruined Chessam Castle.

"Let's go. ”

Behind him, thousands of newly transformed corpse witches trembled and moved their mottled leg bones, at first they shook and collided slightly because of discomfort, but as the distance stretched, the sound of squeaky bone friction stabilized several times, and the two green flames in the abyss-like eye sockets flickered and flickered, closely following Sandru's back into the confused darkness.

"Bang dang!"

A beautifully made silver wine bottle was smashed to the ground, Tanan stood up from behind the handsome case with a gloomy face, as if he didn't feel relieved enough, he took off the axe hanging on the curtain and split the long case in front of him into two pieces with an axe, and then kicked the handsome case that was broken in two with a fierce kick.

"Sandru is too deceitful!"

Finally, when the anger accumulated in his chest and abdomen swelled to a critical point, he finally shouted out the name that made him gnash his teeth, fortunately at this time, not only was the tent empty, but also within two hundred steps outside the king's tent, he also strictly ordered no one to approach, otherwise if the soldiers saw him like this, it would definitely be a big shock to the majestic and calm image he had always maintained.

Although the Battle of Bracaton Plains three days earlier had ended in a resounding victory for the barbarians, and even the king of Erathia, Ryan Geffenhardt, had been awarded the battle, Tanan was not at all excited.

The reason for this is that when the barbarian army was about to pursue the remnants of the fleeing Erathians to completely annihilate them, Sandru strangely ordered his necromantic legion to make a way for the remnants, and not only that, but those hateful skeleton zombies also intentionally or unintentionally blocked the path of the barbarians' pursuit, making them finally miss the opportunity to annihilate the enemy.

What upset Tanan the most was that Ryan's body fell into Sandru's hands and when he asked for it, he was coldly refused, and what Sandru did afterwards almost caused a direct fight between the barbarian army and the Necro army.

According to the agreement, all the corpses produced on the battlefield belonged to Sandru, but according to the custom of the barbarians, if the conditions allowed, their fallen warriors must be brought back to their homeland for burial, but when the corpse collection team went to the battlefield to recover the corpses of the dead barbarians, they were attacked by the necromantic legion, and Tanan sent Gnison to negotiate, and the answer was that he would not give him a corpse.

The angry generals instantly exploded and demanded a war with the Necromantic Legion, although Tanan also wanted to do so for a while, but in the end he chose to forbear - the timing was too bad.

Not to mention Sandru's strange methods and the fact that he did not show his strength in this war, more importantly, after such a big battle, his army also suffered heavy casualties.

Despite the help of the Magic Mage, Sandru, and the Lich Dragon, the killing of twenty Holy Archangels of the Erathians also cost Tanan eleven ghostly beasts, and the casualties of the other armies were reduced by more than forty percent.

In this case, if they choose to go to war with Sandru, the Elassians will be their successor.

But forbearance does not mean that this tone is gone, and for three days after the end of the war, Tanan has been locked in the king's tent, and he has not even held a meeting to appease the army and formulate the next battle plan, let alone go to say goodbye to Sandru and see him off.

I'm afraid that as soon as the lich face that he hated appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but split the other party in half with the axe in his hand.

"My lord!

Just as Tanan was about to flare up again the more he thought about it, the voice of the captain of the guard suddenly sounded outside the account.

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