Sean was on his horse, staggering and looking a little sluggish. The horse under the www.biquge.info crotch of the pen %fun %pavilion can't understand the mood of the owner at all, and gallops like a fly.

As soon as it was dark, a hundred-man cavalry team set off from the lord's mansion. The cavalrymen skillfully rode their beloved mounts through the streets, occasionally shouting rough shouts to drive away civilians who stood in their way.

Along the way, chickens and dogs jumped, and those who didn't know thought it was the infidels from Afterglow City who had called again. Fortunately, at this time, Mr. Sheriff's familiar voice will always sound. Sean, who is usually hated by dogs, was quietly liked without his knowledge - no matter how much he hated the tweeter, it was always much stronger than the enemy in the north.

Of course, Sean can't comprehend this mood, on the contrary, he just wants to find a big bed now, the kind that can roll on seven or eight heels and can't fall off.

It had been almost a month since that incident, and everything in the city had been cleaned up, except for a few huge cracks in the ground, the slums had almost been razed to the ground, and the rich and nobles had lost a lot of property and manpower, and the rest was not much different from the original.

If anything, does a large section of the city wall that has collapsed count? Does a lot of extra tents count? Does a sudden increase in beggars and thieves count?......

Sean doesn't care so much, Mr. Sheriff only cares about one thing - don't make trouble! Whether the old lord is here or the new lord is changed, whoever is not honest will be hacked to death. Hack the one who takes the lead, and the rest will be honest, this is Sean's experience for many years!

Last night was another sleepless night. After finishing all the troublesome things recently, the sheriff, who finally wanted to get a good night's sleep, had just gotten into the hot bed when his soldiers pulled him out of bed. The irascible sheriff vows to hack the troublemaker's entire family to death, and absolutely does what he says!

The soldiers of the city defense army, who are proud and majestic on weekdays, look like quails in front of the angry commander. They didn't dare to breathe, gloating at the unlucky ghost who woke up the chief.

The unlucky ghost is very conscious, and he has long been familiar with the character of this boss for so many years - to explain the seriousness of the matter as quickly as possible, and countless examples have proved that this is the best way.

"Necromancer, one or two. They secretly make abomination in the ghetto, and the situation is urgent. ”

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In the month of flowers and ice, the weather is getting warmer and hotter.

Sean was on his horse, his eyes closed, and he smelled the scent of unknown flowers in the wild, feeling a little itchy, but he was thinking about the necromancer last night.

Although he didn't see the mage in person, the guy escaped quickly, and he was a veteran! But it can be sure that it is a necromancer, and there is no doubt that the fat undead creature that smells of rotten flesh and is like a rag stitched together can't be faked!

Abomination! This is already a mid-to-high-level undead creature. Although the grades are high and low, in other words, the quality is good and bad, but even the worst ones are much better than skeleton soldiers, ghouls, zombies, etc.

Julian also rode on a tall horse, walking side by side with Sean. This black-faced loudspeaker looked sleepy, nodding his head from time to time, swaying left and right, but he just didn't fall off the horse.

"Sean!" Julian shouted.

Sean woke up suddenly, reached out and touched the cavalry short sword hanging behind his waist, and without waiting for anyone to react, the sword was unsheathed, and the whole action was clean and neat.

"What's the matter!" he shouted.

Silent. The soldiers of the city defense army and the newly formed lord guards were silent, but Sean's ears were very useful, he obviously heard a strange snort, and someone was holding back a laugh?

Justin the mustache coughed, and across Julian, he said to Sean, who was in parallel, "It's coming soon." ”

Sir Justin has recently been appointed captain of the Lord's Guard, a position that is not necessarily as important as other positions, but undoubtedly the Lord's most trusted henchman.

Justin is grateful for this, especially when he just messed up his last errand, and he came to Qingmei Courtyard today to make up for the mistake of last time. If the lord is satisfied, maybe the title can be upgraded by one more.

You must know that among the people who disappeared with the old lord Count Constantine last time, there were many people who left empty titles. Although the son inherits his father's business, there are also many juniors who are not competitive and are not qualified to inherit the title of Lao Tzu, for Justin, this is an opportunity.

Sean took off his helmet and hung it on his horse, scratching his tousled hair. I don't know how long it had been since I washed it, but after a little flick or two, the white and yellow that came down one after another, some were dirt and dried blood stains, and some were unknown suspicious gadgets.

"Oh!" he cleared his head and sat up straight. How can I say that Julian is also the new lord, even if I don't want to see him in my heart, at least I have to have the kung fu on the surface, and the superficial respect is also respect, right?

In particular, "Julian, although he is greedy and lustful, and his temper has become very strange recently, he is still very discerning!" Sean commented secretly, touching the beard on his face.

Of course, the elite forces of Knell City and the Althea family were all but wiped out in the Battle of the Temple, and Julian had to start reusing some of the guys that were not very valued in the first place.

For example, the famous "Clean Street Tiger" Sean - this nickname is said to have been secretly given by Victor, and Julian rarely agrees with this, and it is not easy to get him to agree with Victor's opinion!

Sean was appointed sheriff and captain of the city's defense army, which almost handed over the entire city of Deathknell to him. That's an affirmation for Sean, right?

Someone affirmed his ability, and the bearded man was still very happy. Of course, the workload has also risen sharply, and the "Captain of the Clean Street" has been responsible for urban construction work since then. Of course, if the city wall is not built, where can the commander of the city defense army sleep at night?

"By the way, let's take care of the collapsed houses as well!" said Julian, the new lord of the very knowledgeable world. The bearded man could only pinch his nose and look at the snickering municipal officials, and the captain of the street cleaning team said that there was a lot of pressure - for many years, I have been in charge of killing and burying, and demolishing and building, but I didn't expect that I had just changed a new leader, and I couldn't keep my temper!

Sean took the kettle, wiped his face indiscriminately, looked at the looming manor in the distance, and said, "It's still early, what's the hurry." ”

Julian had recently gained some experience with the veteran oilman - if there was anything, just command, etiquette or something, basically don't count on it.

"Didn't catch the necromancer last night?" asked Julian.

"It's this morning. Sean muttered in what he thought was a small voice, but unfortunately the quality of the tweeter was too good, and no matter how low the volume was, it was almost like thunder.

Julian's face darkened, and he swept around, teaching the deserted soldiers a little lesson with his eyes, finally stopping the laughter of his subordinates and barely maintaining the majesty of the lord.

He decided to ignore the topic and said, "It is said that the necromancer summoned the abomination?

"It's not called out, it's sewn out. The bearded Sean accidentally told the truth again, he didn't realize it, and continued to himself: "It's just an inferior product, and the evil necromancer took the local materials and used the corpses that we didn't have time to dispose of, which is also very convenient." ”

"It just so happened that the corpses were already stinking, and they were all over the place, and the laborers were not willing to dispose of them. The mage worked hard to get them together, and sewed them together......" Sean sighed twice and said, "Don't the necromancers eat, or do they have no sense of smell at all? He looked admiring.

Justin couldn't help but interject: "No one cares about those corpses?

Sean gave Sir Mustache a wide roll of the eyes through Julian, "Anyway, I haven't been available lately, and those guys in the town hall can't even take care of the living, so how can there be extra people to take care of those." ”

"Family?" the bearded man looked at the manor getting closer and closer in the distance, the morning mist in the mountains darkened the distant mountains, and the grass and trees were hazy, and only the silhouettes of many soldiers could be seen, and they had already taken the first step to block the place.

Sean said: "The whole family is dead, who cares about whom?"

He paused, and then said, "The necromancer at least reunited them, didn't he?"

Sir Justin was speechless by him, imagining his family being torn apart and sewn together in the same mountain of meat, and the mustache felt a pang of nausea in his stomach.

"What is the origin of the necromancer?" Julian was more concerned about this question, organized and unorganized necromancers were very different in destructiveness, he asked, "Could it be from the south?" or from the northwest?"

Sean understood Julian's worries, and the south side was referring to Youtan, the dark lords of all sizes over there were lawless lords, and if he took advantage of the emptiness of Deathknell City to come like this, it would be really enough.

To the northwest, it is the capital of death. Sean felt that it was impossible, that place had been closed for I don't know how many years, Julian was still young after all, and he couldn't hold his breath when he encountered something.

"Sure enough, I can't do without the help of a veteran like me!" Sean secretly praised himself proudly.

"Neither. So Sean replied in the affirmative, he had enough reason and confidence, and said, "It's just two rangers scattered, if you don't run fast......"

Sean hesitated, and quickly gave a plan for dealing with it: "I'll take them over and dispose of the rest of the corpses for us." He was secretly happy, proud of his wit.

Justin was taken aback, speechless by the answer - this guy is dazed, isn't he? When did Deathknell City still hire necromancers?

"Isn't that big?" replied the mustache.

Sean said disdainfully, "What's wrong? Anyway, those who oppose it won't come back." He was referring to those who had entered the temple ruins with the old earl, who were followers of the Old Dominators. Although these people's beliefs are not pure, Sean does not understand them.

"It's good if you're sure. Julian still has a lot of trust in Sean's professional ability, and the two wandering mages are not worth asking him more.

So when Sean muttered in a low voice, "There seems to be a 'class'?"

"Strange, where have you seen it?" said Sean to himself, deserting himself, leaving his immediate boss, Lord Lord, aside and ignoring him.