Tiga, Black Duck City, Necro Graveyard.

Stronk stood behind an emaciated black figure with his hands down, no expression on his ugly face.

"Did you make all of this?"

The black shadow's palm brushed the rotting side of a zombie in front of him, and the gentle frustration was like caressing a cute baby.

If Lear had been here, he would have recognized the face that was obscured by a wide cloak at first.

Sandru!

"Yes, sir. ”

Stronk replied respectfully.

"Your lord was Charma before, but I heard that she was killed by a passing human mage, and then you swore allegiance to the eldest young master of the Clauvis family and unexpectedly obtained this territory, and in just a few months you actually mastered witchcraft as a death knight. ”

Sandru turned to look at Stronk.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

"Fate has mercy. ”

Stronk lowered his head deeply, avoiding Sandru's eagle-eyed gaze.

"Hahahaha!"

Sandru burst into a burst of laughter.

"The Death Knight believes in fate, you're such an interesting man. ”

But he didn't dwell on the issue, and after pacing a few random steps through the dense zombie horde, Sandru suddenly looked up at the sky obscured by the dark canopy.

"Tell me about the human mage. ”

Beside him, the zombies created by Stronk could smash his head into pieces with a random swing of their weapons, but both zombies and death knights maintained great restraint.

It was the first time he had seen this man, and he couldn't even tell if he was a human or a necromancer, but he had a feeling when this uninvited reckless man appeared in front of him.

Invincible.

Even if you add all the zombies, there is no chance of survival.

If the other party intends to kill him.

"It was a young man. ”

Stronk's muffled voice sounded slowly.

"How young?"

Sandru turned around with gusto.

"Fifteen or sixteen years old, he has a team of orcs, barbarians, elves, and two mages. ”

Stronk didn't hide anything, and directly told Lear's team configuration that day.

"Please continue. ”

Sandru laughed, his palm fell on the shoulder of a zombie again, the green light flickered slightly, and the zombie's broken shoulder bone was restored to its original state, and even new flesh grew on it.

Stronk lowered his head and pretended he didn't see anything.

"They defeated my soldiers buried in the bones first, so fast that when they took out hundreds of my skeleton warriors, the mage only used one magic. ”

He stated calmly, not even in his tone when talking about his lost warriors.

"Undead killer?"

Sandru has repaired another zombie.

"Yes, sir. I couldn't stop them, and then Master Chama came in a rage, and she personally led the Ghost Legion in pursuit, and by the time I arrived on the battlefield, the battle had been going on for a long time. ”

During the whole process, Stronk kept his head down, and no light was revealed in his dark and deep eyes.

"Let me guess, the Ghost Legion was held off by the mage's henchmen, and Chama fell out in a sorcery duel with a human mage, right?"

Sandru spun out of the crowd of zombies, and he walked up to Stronk and put his arm on the latter's shoulder like a zombie.

"Yes, sir. ”

The Death Knight tried his best to restrain his trembling instincts and humbly replied.

"Can you tell me, then, how Chama died, and how you escaped from the enemy and took over this vast territory? I have heard that Clauweser was very greedy, and it was not easy to satisfy him. ”

Sandru didn't make any moves, but Stronk clearly felt that his life and death were in the hands of the other party.

And although he lowered his head, the other party's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the armor and ribs all the way to his heart.

"I killed Master Chama and exchanged her head for allegiance to the mage, and he gave me it all. ”

Stronk knelt down on one knee in front of Sandru, just in time to break away from the latter's palm on his shoulder armor.

"Oh, and what are you doing now?"

Sandru didn't even glance at his feet, as if he were kneeling beside his lap an insignificant wild dog.

"I hope to be eligible for your allegiance, and to follow you for the rest of my life. ”

Stronk said firmly.

Sandru smiled, this time it was really an interesting death knight.

"Do you know who I am?

He asked faintly.

"I'm sure you'll take care of those things, I'll just have peace of mind following behind you, in fact I don't really know who you are, but I do know your name. ”

Stronk was on the ground with one fist, his forehead almost reaching the tip of Sandru's toes.

"Oh?"

Sandru was a little surprised, he was sure that he had never revealed his real name in Tiga, and where did he know about this death knight?

"Tell me about it. ”

For the first time, he looked at Stronk with a straight eye.

"Truly strong, that's your name. ”

The Death Knight lowered his other knee and leaned down to kiss Sandru's toes.

"Hahahaha!"

Sandru felt like he hadn't laughed so heartily in a long time, and it seemed that this trip to the border was really the right choice.

"Get up, as you wish, and I hope I won't let you down either. ”

Stronk stood up as he said, he was right again, but the dark light in his deep eyes flickered, but he couldn't see what he was thinking.

............

Tatarya, by the sea, a fleet of battered sea ships is being beaten mercilessly by the waves.

"General, are we really leaving?"

One of the captain of the animal trainers looked at the narrow coastline, then looked back at the swamp of attachment, and asked the grim-looking general in front of him, not without sadness.

Tuze didn't answer him, his gaze lingering on the top of the mountain in the distance.

It had been his home, the place where he had been stationed for half his life, his brothers and sisters, his warrior friends, and his determination to defend his homeland, all shattered when the barbarian Behemoth Beamon crashed into the mud city.

The promised reinforcements did not arrive, after he withstood the attack of the barbarian hero Tanan for six months with less than twenty thousand troops.

The ammunition was exhausted, the food was exhausted, the troops were exhausted, the morale was exhausted, in short, everything he was able to mobilize was exhausted.

The dwellings had been demolished to repair the walls and replenish the stones, the poisonous oil in the ground had dried up, and the people had even used the seeds of the coming year to feed the warriors, but they still gnawed on the hay and shrubs for more than a month.

has reached the limit, no matter how brave and unwilling he is, what he leads is just an ordinary life after all.

On that rainy night seven days ago, the people of Mudstone City spontaneously walked out of their homes in a pouring rain, and they came to the city walls or under them, and stood in front of all the exhausted warriors.

They forcibly stripped off the armor of the warriors and put it on themselves, and then seized the weapons of the warriors.

The common people couldn't even tell where the spear and the hammer should be best used, but they raised their weapons and drove all the warriors out of Mudstone.

from the back door.

Then he stood on top of the city walls.

Twelve hundred people, this is Tuze's entire strength now.

Before leaving, the elected elder told him that the Mudstone City was finished, but that he and his warriors were the hope of Tartaglia.

As long as their fire is not extinguished, then the swamp people will have a day to rise again.

The people will defend the city for them for a long time, and then Kaesong will surrender, which is the last thing the people can do for them.

Tuze tearfully bid farewell to the Elder and led the remnants towards the royal city of Nireel, where Tataria's most elite troops were among them, even the Ultimate Hydra army.

As long as the country can fight the barbarians, then Tataria will still have a turning point.

But he was naïve.

In addition to racial danger and the glory of family and country, there is one thing in this world that can rise above it.

The conspiracy of the right.

He was astonished by the many scattered remnants of his army on his way to Nireel, and whether the barbarians had already crossed the fortress behind him and broken through the royal city.

But after arresting a few remnants of the soldiers and tortured them again, the news he got was more like a thunderbolt in his heart.

The second heir, Vest, staged a coup d'état, leading his army to besiege the palace and declaring that Queen Talus's wisdom was no longer fit to rule the kingdom.

The palace guards did not resist for long, because the commander of the guards was also the internal response of the rebels.

It took less than a day for West to purge the entire royal city and imprison the queen before proclaiming himself regent during war.

His first regency decree was to open the gates of the fortresses along the way to welcome the barbarian heroes who came from afar to discuss a plan to resist the Wizard King, and all those who disobeyed the order would be seen as a betrayal of Tartaglia.

Tartaglia is finished.

This was Tuze's first thought after hearing the news.

He would never answer the call of the ugly lizardman, let alone let his warriors die with the barbarians.

If that were the case, wouldn't their bloody struggle over the past few months become a joke?

He had to choose to leave, but the world is so big, where is there a place for them?

"Let's go. ”

After one last glance at the swamp where he had been born and raised, Tuze waved his hand to the captains who were following him.

The warriors are already on board, sailing along this endless coastline, will they be able to find their home?

If not, then hell should be.

Tuze didn't know.

No one knows either.

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