The Prince of Orleans sat behind his desk, staring at the Rook Odyssey with interest, as if the famously cunning mercenary had a flower on his face.

As if talking to himself, the prince said, "Crow, crow...... I think it's more appropriate to call it a viper. ”

The Crow Odyssey shrugged his shoulders and was noncommittal, and he said, "The Prince I am talking about must have thought of it a long time ago. It's just that this whole thing is equivalent to a mess, and it can't be cut with a quick knife, you can only slowly find the most appropriate thread, and then gently pull it out, and everything will be solved. ”

The two didn't seem to be talking at all, and the Prince of Orleans said something else: "I'm curious, why did a person like you, who has been wandering around for many years, choose Li Xiang. In the early years, I also sent someone to invite you, but the ending was not very pleasant. ”

The crow said: "Virtuous and wise like His Highness, I must have long since stopped taking these old things to heart. ”

"To be honest, I still care a little bit about what Li Xiang is more attractive to you than me. The prince said.

The crow smiled and said, "The reason is simple, I owe him." ”

In the Black Dragon Valley, when the Black Dragon King Sivasa was about to destroy everyone, Li Xiang stepped forward to save everyone, and the Odyssey naturally would not forget. What touched the Odyssey even more deeply was that after he said goodbye, Li Xiang rescued him in the God of War Arena.

What Li Xiang did for the Odyssey is also known to the Prince of Orleans. He thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's him, who can do those things." The prince changed the topic and finally got back to business. "Then again, you and I both understand that the turning point needed for this matter is not going to fall from the sky. Do you think of the best person to be the scapegoat?"

The Odyssey spread his hands and said, "Not yet." ”

The prince had a look on his face that you were teasing me, and he had the idea of blasting the odyssey out. After all, the prince didn't get along well with the Odyssey and didn't understand the character of this guy - a typical "if you don't sell it, you will die".

"If Your Highness can provide some inside information, I think there should be a way to divert this wildfire elsewhere. Odyssey saw that the prince's face was displeased, and he uncovered the mystery early, after all, he came to solve the problem for Li Xiang this time.

"What do you mean?" asked the Prince.

"The information from Lehman's investigation, especially the detailed reports of all patients. With these, I can sort out the clues and help His Majesty choose the best substitute for the dead. As for the rest, I don't think it's worth mentioning at all to the regent. "What Odyssey means is to find an unlucky guy to attract hatred, and then let the prince play the blame.

The prince said, "Tomorrow, I will send someone to Li Xiang, and let me see if the rumors about the black crow are true." "The Crow Odyssey - the most cunning mercenary, possesses wisdom that makes the gods jealous.

With another wave of attacks repulsed, Fordin and his men once again gained a brief respite, but everyone knew that they would die here today, and none of them would survive the longest night to see the sunrise tomorrow.

Heinrich sent troops to besiege them like a tide, attacking wave after wave, and it was true that there were high tides and low tides like a tide, but this was not because the enemy was timid, but because Heinrich deliberately did it, because the enemy they faced did not know what cowardice was!

From the very first moment, Fordin discovered that Heinrich's army was made up entirely of sleepless mutants, more agile than ordinary walking corpses, but also the living dead. The sudden outbreak of such a terrible plague throughout the country has not been able to find the reason for it. Now it seems that everything makes sense, it is the king of the country who wants to "subvert" the country.

Heinrich seems to have deliberately tormented Ferdin, directing the troops to attack "just right" each time, and when Ferding and them were almost at their limit, Heinrich's men would retreat. Just like a cat will tease the mouse with nowhere to run before eating it, and will not eat its prey until the cat feels bored.

Fording sat on the ground, panting heavily. Besieged by this endless army of clouds, all he could hear was the wheezing of his own people, and the rest was the silence of this dark night, and he could not hear the roars of the corpses when they crossed the border in the past, which showed that the army under Heinrich was more obedient to the king's will than they were alive.

Fording looked left and right, and after a lot of hardship, he had brought back more than 100 people from the brink of death, and now only twenty or thirty people were still alive. He looked up at the night sky, and there were only a few stars - dim. His gaze extended to the west of Tempest City, where Cologne, the headquarters of the Church of the Light, was located, and if anyone could save the country, it would be St. Martin, Archbishop of Cologne.

The sound was as neat as if it were made by a person. The fire suddenly lit up half of the sky. Heinrich seemed to be tired of playing, and his hoplite regiment drew its swords and prepared to take part in the attack. With each attack, Heinrich would provide light for the Ferdins, with the simple and clear purpose of making them completely hopeless in the face of the black oppressive army.

The sound of neat footsteps, rattling, stomped on the hearts of Fordin, and almost crushed their last courage, and the only thing that supported them was the sense of honor that they had to die in battle.

The hoplites formed a steel barrier, advancing slowly, squeezing their space little by little. Finally, when the end came, their hearts were more relieved in the face of death.

"Knights," said Ferdin, "it is the greatest honor of my life to fight with you!"

These die-hard subordinates responded: "Die in battle with the Great Lord, and we will go down in history!"

Needless to say, the Great Lord Ferdin, raised his sword and rushed forward first, shouting, "The Holy Light is above!"

A strong and fiery light exploded behind them, and the eastern sky was suddenly illuminated as if it were day, and everyone looked in the direction of the light at a loss.