"Young Master, is the Holy See really going to set up a new diocese in the wasteland?"

In the grove outside the town of Istanbul in the east of Sauron, a young man in a black linen cloak sat on the dry grass floor, with a handsome face, his expression was indifferent, and the blond hair scattered on both sides of his cheeks half covered his eyes, and his whole person looked lonely, especially the cold wind blew the blonde hair on his face, faintly revealing the long and narrow scars on his side face, which made him look particularly gloomy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's hard to imagine that he was the once elegant and charming Master Artelas-Sauron.

He stirred up the fire in front of him with the branch in his hand, glanced up at the butler Dimmit, who had never liked it very much, and said without the slightest emotion: "I don't know." ”

Dimmit, who had a gloomy coldness in his bones, smiled in a low voice: "That's right, no matter whether this thing is true or not, as long as this news permeates the wasteland, Francis's old dog will definitely encounter a series of troubles. Including those shameful traitors in the south who got the news, they would definitely realize that once the Holy See intervened in the wasteland, Alfred's rise would be unstoppable, so considering that Alfred's little thing had just cut off the head of Francis's heir, the two families were absolutely inseparable, and keeping a distance from Francis was a must for them. ”

Dimmit tilted his head and took a deep breath, intoxicated, "I've even seen the images of those damned traitors in the south wailing and begging for mercy, it's really exciting." ”

Arthras remained expressionless.

That in itself was the only reason why he threw out this news that was only inferential, without evidence.

Changing his sitting position, Dimite stared at the fire beating in front of his young master, his eyes narrowed and reflected the flame of hatred, he licked his lips, and said: "This news that you have taken advantage of, young master, even if it is the interest that Alfred's little thing has to pay before I cut his throat, I will not forget to say thank you to him when I cut off his head with my own hands." ”

Arthras's movement of the fire quietly stopped.

He frowned, although he didn't have any hatred for Augustus in his heart, but these people around him hated Alfred more or less deeply, and they also deeply believed that if it wasn't for the damned Alfred who had deceived their young master, then Sauron wouldn't have perished overnight, and he knew this, and he couldn't change it, he couldn't change it—he needed them.

Try not to say this kind of thing in the future, especially if you can't do it. ”

Dimmit smiled grimly: "Follow your orders, my young master, it seems that even the little things you have deceived are really not easy to kill." ”

"People like you who love the dark will always find a chance. ”

Arthras threw the dry branch of the fire into the fire, knowing that Dimmit's deception was referring to the fact that Augustus had left his wheelchair in the town of Lorain, causing horror to the wasteland.

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Suddenly there was a crisp red-billed bird cry in the grove, Dimmit got up at the first time, and rushed to the source of the sound as fast as he could, his vindictive focus on speed made him like a black shadow in the woods, and then soon, it didn't take long for him to return to the fire, facing Artelas, who frowned slightly, he replied: "13 people have fallen into the trap, and it is almost there." ”

Arthras tore off the black linen cloak he wore over his body, grabbed the great sword that lay beside him, and he indifferently got up and followed Dimeter towards the edge of the woods.

Recently, he was forced too hard by Francis to abandon the town, and in this way, Francis had to scatter his men to find his traces, and he would deliberately leave some clues for people to chase after him, eating away at Francis's power little by little - of course, this method is indeed despicable and the effect is very limited, but at present, he can only survive in this way.

Compared to the so-called chivalry that he used to nourish and live under the wings of the Sauron family and pursue the enemy's undead knights without retreating, it is absurd.

But could it be more absurd than the once-powerful and unbreakable Sauron family that fell overnight?

On the outskirts of the woods, 13 people from Francis' adventurer's power had already appeared in his crouching circle, Arthras hid behind a thick enough tree, quietly waiting for them to fall into the best range of the archers hiding nearby, and then watched the 13 swordsmen step on the dry branches, cautiously observing the surroundings, his lips unconsciously sneered.

The sound of a tree branch being trampled off is getting closer.

Arthras suddenly stepped out from behind the tree and looked head-on at the enemy, who was already less than 20 meters away from him.

The 13 swordsmen obviously saw his appearance for the first time, but after all, they were able to maintain their sanity and did not rush blindly over, but looked around in a group more cautiously.

It's really in line with his trap arrangement.

Arthras waved his hand resolutely, and with the sharp arrows shooting out from all around, he had to thank the cooperation of these 13 foolish fellows, wouldn't standing together and waiting to become hedgehogs expand the effective accuracy of the archers? But of course, a round of bows and arrows will definitely not kill them all, and when the bows and arrows appeared, they were not too stupid and they had already tried to disperse, but unfortunately, what followed was the attack of the swordsmen led by Dimet, who had a level 7 beginner fighting power, and this crouch from beginning to end was perfect.

After all, it doesn't take much effort for the prey to hit the trap.

Artelas, who didn't even make a move at all, calmly walked towards the battlefield.

He looked around at the dastardly adventurers who had fallen to the ground groaning and wailing, and then at the dozens of Sauron servants who had loyally followed him as they gradually emerged from the woods, and he greeted in silence.

"Seems like these damn Francis lackeys are weaker, not even a level 5 swordsman?" Dimmit asked quietly as he walked over to Artelas, frowning.

Arthras did not answer, whether strong or weak, they were all enemies, the same was death, there was no difference.

He slowly walked up to the 13 enemies who were either dead or not yet dead, indifferently drew the big sword in his hand, he bent down in front of the first person, and gently swirled the big sword on the man's throat, and a head had already appeared in his hand, and the scarlet blood spurting out of his neck was also splashed on his body, his hands, and even his face.

When you are in purgatory, you no longer fear hell.

He ignored the blood splattered on his body, the same action, the same indifference, he personally cut off the heads of these 13 people one by one, and he was already covered in blood.

He calmly ordered: "Send this batch of gifts to Lord Count Francis." ”

Dimeter bowed down and led the servants of Sauron in the clean-up.

Arthras turned around and looked down at the blood on his body, his face expressionless.

Then looking up at the sky that could not be seen through the trees, he whispered, "Father, can you see?"

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Messages with imaginary wings fly freely in the wasteland.

Count Francis of Sauron was inevitably hit hard, and in spite of the terrible consequences of the spread of this rumor, which he had captured from the very beginning, he found that he had no good way to deal with it, how could he do anything to prove the absurdity of this rumor? Yes, he knew that this rumor was not credible at all, but the key question was what about the other foolish people in the wasteland who regarded 'returning to the arms of the Lord' as a generational pursuit? Can they stop the seed of 'hope' from sprouting in their hearts? In particular, the Knights of the Cathar are still stationed in Alfred's territory.

The quill in his hand was deformed under his tight grip.

Francis finally realized that he had only one path to take, and he had no choice.

Having decided, of course, he would not hesitate any longer, and Francis quickly instructed the butler at his desk in a deep voice: "Dispatch a part of the knights southeast of Sauron to the city of Vala in the territory, closely monitor the every move of the servants of the territory, and kill anyone who finds any small and medium-sized movements in the shadows; Sauron, there must be no accidents in the territory of Sauron in his possession, even if he kills all the people in his territory, he must ensure that Sauron's servants do not get in touch with Arthras, and send someone to the Count Stuart's mansion to let him know that I want to talk to him about how the territory in Louis' possession is to be distributed. ”

It has always been only the Francis steward who obeys the right to bow down.

That's the horror of rumors.

Not only is it likely that the servants of Sauron's domain, which originally belonged to the Sauron family, will quickly abandon Francis, but it will also cause panic in Francis's own territory, and this is the only reason why he must suspend the siege of Arthras and send the Knights to his territory of Nevara: of course, none of this matters, it is Stuart's attitude that matters.

The butler left the study, and Francis stared at the door of the study, his eyes empty.

In order to get to this point, no matter how embarrassing things he has done, how can he allow his achievements to fall short?

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