Although the undead spirit was only a few words, the heart of the lich Enes turned cold in an instant.

The high priest was wise and resolute and fair. It has always been rewarded, but this means that mistakes must be punished~!

Although it is publicized that the high priest cares for his people like a loving father, in fact, if he controls the three clans of immortality, spirit flash, and thunder flash, if he does not have iron and blood, how can he suppress those arrogant soldiers, those cold and cruel dark creatures who feed on flesh and blood.

Enes the Lich knew exactly how the High Priest punished those who betrayed him, went against his will, or made mistakes.

At this moment, every word that came out of the mouth of this mysterious undead beside him was the strictest accusation.

Once these charges are confirmed, the one who awaits his coronation in Chapter 1292 (asking for a monthly ticket) will be the most severe punishment, which means that he can't survive or die.

The lich Enes defended himself in a panic: "Lord Qiyu, you have been ...... It has always been Liberati who is in command. I...... I ......"

The high priest kept a straight face, not seeing any expression, and said slowly, "Has Mr. Haddou summed up any lessons?"

Haddu nodded unhurriedly and said, "First of all, the enemy is unknown, and our people lack a detailed understanding and grasp of the route.

Due to the long run, the coordinates are unknown. It also flew in the wrong direction in the middle, and it took half a day more because it deviated from the target, which was a fatal mistake during the raid.

During the march, the ranks were scattered, and there was no combat awareness of the possibility of being ambushed by the enemy. There was no sentinel to guard it. There is no team to cover the flanks.

Therefore, after suddenly encountering the sneak attack of the Maple Leaf Danlin people, the team was in a mess. The people outside only cared about fleeing, and the people inside did not know that the enemy had rushed over, which was another Yan zhòng mistake. ”

The lich Enes lowered his head in horror and stole a glance at Hadhu, only to realize that the man who had been called Sir by the High Priest during the whole process. It is very likely that he has been staying in his team for the 1292nd chapter of the coronation (asking for a monthly ticket), and he didn't even know about it beforehand.

It seems that the high priest was really not at ease with them.

The High Priest of the Undead pursed his lips, nodded slowly, and said coldly, "Is there anything else?"

Haddou sighed softly. Then he continued: "The second is intelligence error.

Before the start of the war, our people had no understanding of the war fortress of Maple Leaf Danlin, and took it for granted that we used the performance of our own war fortress to set the performance of the enemy's war fortress.

After the start of the war, we found that the performance of the enemy's war fortress far surpassed ours.

They are faster, have stronger attacks, and even have stronger defenses.

Some of us were even frightened by the enemy, and when we saw the enemy chasing after us, we left our comrades and ran away desperately. So much so that the enemy is wantonly interspersed in our ranks, as if they were in a no-man's land. ”

The high priest's face grew gloomy.

But Haddu didn't seem to notice it at all, and continued to say: "In addition, there is another reason.

When formulating the attack plan, he didn't think of the power of the Maple Leaf Danlin Magic Tower, so he recklessly rushed into the range of the magic cannon and was killed by one shot.

After that, there was fear. Don't say it's an attack, you don't even dare to get close. ”

As he spoke, Haddou shook his head regretfully. Tsk twice, as if to regret.

Haddou's voice was like a knife, piercing into the hearts of the lichs present, pointing out that they were unscrupulous and cowardly.

I just didn't point my nose and scold them for being a bunch of pure rice buckets~!

The high priest's face became more and more ugly.

On the one hand, he was angry at the incompetence of the lich Enes and Liberati, and he gave them such a heavy task, that is, he thought that they were not bad enough to be up to the task, but he did not expect that these two people were also completely useless.

Not only did the Maple Leaf Danlin not be defeated, but he lost one-fifth of his troops, a complete defeat.

And on the other hand. The high priest also felt a little harsh when he heard Hadhu's accusation.

The lich is his little brother, and he is the pillar force that rules the undead and the Semitic race, and to say that the lich is incompetent and timid is to say that he is not a good boss, and he is a group of waste brothers.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here. Although the high priest felt uncomfortable in his heart, he listened patiently.

"Finally, there is miscommand," Haddou glanced at the Lich Enes meaninglessly, and said, "It's normal for accidents to happen on the battlefield, it's not terrible, as long as the commander adjusts his tactics in real time, especially if he has superior forces."

But ......"

Haddou groaned.

The high priest waved his hand generously and said, "Sir, it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

Haddou said: "When encountering an emergency, the commander of the team leader did not make any adjustments, and even did not take on his own command responsibilities, but only cared about his own fighting.

After being attacked by the enemy, he lost his mind in anger and broke away from the brigade to attack the enemy's position regardless of a qiē, and was killed at the beginning of the battle. ”

Hadu sighed, shook his head, and said, "Since there are no excellent middle and lower commanders, after losing the commander, they will not regroup, but fight separately.

On the other hand, the maple leaf danlin has advanced equipment, proper tactical organization, joint operations in small groups, orderly advance and retreat, and integrated attack and defense......"

The faces of the crowd became more and more ugly with Haddou's voice, which was useless to belittle them.

The High Priest's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he glanced at the Lich Enes, and when he saw him weeping and looking down at the floor, he couldn't help but sneer.

Those who are familiar with the high priest know that the high priest is murderous.

There was silence in the hall, like a thousand-year-old tomb.

Unconsciously, everyone was far away from Enes, for fear that in the next second, when the high priest made a murder, he would be affected by his strong ** technique.

Enes was extremely unwilling in his heart at this time: "This thing is really not good for me." Even if you go to another person, you can't do it better than me. ”

But......

But at the time of their departure, the High Priest had great expectations for them, and he handed over so many fortresses of war into their hands that they lost one-fifth of their forces in their hands.

No matter what this responsibility is, he can't escape it.

But seeing the cold gaze of the high priest, Enes felt a burst of sadness in his heart, and glanced at Haddou with great resentment, and then closed his eyes in resignation, and bowed his head deeply. Just silently waiting for the arrival of death.

At this moment, Haddou suddenly chuckled, then pointed at the lich Enes, and said, "It's thanks to this master." After the death of the original commander, at the critical moment of survival, he bravely stood up and assumed the responsibility of commander.

In the case of a long and fruitless battle, the timely and decisive order to retreat avoided heavier losses. ”

Enes the Lich couldn't help but raise his head and look at Haddou in surprise, barely believing it was true.

That guy actually excused himself. This time I was saved~!

It's just that a trace of doubt rose in the lich Enes's heart: why did Haddou excuse him?

The high priest was also stunned for a moment, and said with some surprise: "So, Enes still has merit?"

Hadu nodded in affirmation and said, "This master's timely and decisive handling should be commended." ”

The high priest's face became a little better, and finally his subordinates did not lose all their faces, and showed a little bit of bright spots.

Although this highlight is not commendable, it is better than being all stupid.

The lich Enes stole a glance at the High Priest's expression. Knowing that he had already walked around the ghost gate and was pulled back by Hadu, he glanced at Hadu gratefully. I secretly said in my heart: This buddy is still quite good. I'll have to make up for him when I go back.

The High Priest snorted coldly and said, "In that case, Liberati is to blame, Enes. ”

The lich Enes hurriedly bowed down and said respectfully, "Yes, my lord." ”

"I'll leave the task of exterminating the Maple Leaf Danlin to you. I'll give you two weeks, just tell me what you need. The High Priest's voice was gentle.

But then, his tone suddenly tightened, and he said sternly: "If you can't complete the task." Liberati is your role model. ”

The lich Enes said in a panic, "Yes, my lord, I will do everything in my power to ensure that your task is completed. ”

"Good job," the High Priest stepped forward and put his hand on the head of the lich Enes. "None of my men know how to fight, and I hope you can be an exception." ”

Haddou took a closer look at the High Priest and the Lich Enes, opening his mouth to speak, but finally shutting his mouth.

Looking at Enes's sincere and frightened appearance, the high priest shook his head helplessly, regretting in his heart that although he had many subordinates, he could not be trusted. And there are many excellent generals of the Semitic tribe, but there is no one who can be trusted by him, it seems that there are many talents under his command, and when it is really used, he finds that he can't pick out one.

Even if it is a big one in the radish pile, it is a crooked melon and cracked date.

For a moment, a terrible suspicion flashed in his heart: Could it be that I was really wrong on this path......

But the thought was so terrifying that it disappeared into the depths of his mind before he could realize it.

At this moment, someone came over and whispered something in the high priest's ear.

The High Priest was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sky, patted the Lich Enes on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Come with me, let's go to the enthronement celebration of Emperor De Rossi." ”

As he spoke, he walked out first.

The lichs looked at each other, then took a few steps, all following closely behind the High Priest. Let's go outside.

Hadu looked at their backs, shook his head and sighed: Although he summed up so much just now, the fundamental problem with the whole thing is still with the high priest himself, he let a group of mages lead the army to fight, which in itself is a mistake, a huge mistake~!

This kind of thing should be done by professional generals.

Any experienced general would not have made the mistake of fighting last night.

But after spending some time in Semit, Haddou knew in his heart that this was the only choice for the high priest, and he was inseparable from the Semitic nobles.

The royal nobles had only fear of the high priest, but no respect.

The aristocracy showed little interest in war.

Fighting a war is nothing more than grabbing money, things, and women.

And they only need to scavenge from their own people, and they can easily get these things, meet their needs, and live comfortably.

And, because of the war together. Their slaves and farmers all had to go to war to serve as cannon fodder. and the wealth in their hands has been greatly reduced. So much so that many people hate war.

This situation is extremely dangerous, because the next step in hating war is hating the people who started it.

Under such circumstances, the High Priest was naturally uneasy about having the most powerful power in his hands. In the hands of ordinary Semites.

Not to mention the arrogant lichs and necromancers, who would not obey the orders of a Semitic man.

The Lich would rather lose the battle than change that.

In their eyes, the Semitic were merely slaves of their undead. The only role is only to labor and serve them.

Like the caste system in some magical country, the lower castes can never rise above the upper castes.

It's too complicated to get to the bottom of this, but it's certain that the effects of dark spells and immortality on personality are important reasons.

Haddou was far behind, and followed everyone into the palace hall slowly, seeing the familiar human layout style in front of him, Haddou was inevitably a little touched.

He doesn't look like a lich yet. Because I have lived too long, I have forgotten the qiē of my life.

Seeing the familiar architectural styles and furniture in front of me, I can remember my life for decades again.

The main hall of the royal palace is decorated with golden splendor.

The ornate crystal chandelier overhead is as brilliant and beautiful as the Milky Way under the illumination of the magical light source.

Orange glass sconces line the walls in a full circle, illuminating the vast hall.

There is a large red carpet on the floor, and a flag hangs on the front wall facing the gate, with a golden tulip pattern on a blue background.

It is the coat of arms of the De Rossi family.

At the moment it has become the flag of the new De Rossi Empire.

In front of the flag is a large throne, lavishly cast of pure gold and inlaid with countless precious stones. The light reflects a dreamlike glow.

Beneath the throne, there is also a wide chair of gold.

This position is a bit strange, and it is usually placed alone in the chair where the king sits. It is a seat belonging to the acting regent.

Like the High Priest, his seat in the Semitic palace was under the throne, but it had been empty for more than a thousand years.

In the ornate hall, a large group of human officials and nobles in gorgeous costumes gathered at this moment, and they gathered together to whisper.

The orchestra players are high-pitched and impassioned.

It's just that the faces of these human aristocratic officials are not very good-looking, and they are just pretending to laugh.

The men's expressions were as stiff as zombies, with hard smiles on their lips and fear and uneasiness in their eyes, and they looked at the Semitic people, lichs, and dark mages on the other side.

The woman was dressed in flamboyant court attire, with dazzling jewels pinned to her body and a fashionable high-bun hairstyle. The grease and whitening of their faces could not hide their frightened pale faces and distracted expressions.

Judging by their appearance, they are not so much court dignitaries as a herd of lambs about to enter the slaughterhouse.

The young and handsome Emperor De Rossi was dressed in a bright red fur coat and a tailored, chic and beautiful military-style imperial robe. With a ceremonial sword on his waist and a charming smile on his face, he showed the graceful demeanor of a nobleman.

De Rossi was laughing happily with his officials, but in reality De Rossi was the only one laughing, and everyone else was careful to deal with it.

On the other side of the hall stood a group of Semitic officers, separated from the human nobles by a red carpet in the middle.

Here, the Semitic generals were looking at the other side of the human race, sneering, with undisguised conqueror arrogance and mockery of the loser on their faces.

The Dark Mage, on the other hand, was in a separate group, leaving both groups indifferent to them.

The crowd was divided into three parts, and the atmosphere in the hall was eerie, and there was no joy at all that a real celebration should have.

Seeing the High Priest leading his loyal lichs into the main hall, De Rossi left the people around him and immediately hurried up to meet him.

Without waiting to come to him, he laughed and said in a loud voice, "Welcome High Priest." I do not always think of you, High Priest, thank you, praise you. ”

Saying that, De Rossi bowed deeply, performing the most solemn etiquette when a nobleman met the king, his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and his attitude was very good.

There was a burst of laughter from the Semitic crowd.

The high priest stretched out his hand and stroked the top of De Rossi's head, and said with a relieved smile: "No need to be polite, today belongs to your festival." ”

The human nobles were stunned when they saw the legendary god-like undead high priest.

Their expressions varied, some surprised, some sighed, some envied, but more often than not, fear, fear of the high priest himself.

The continuous propaganda of the Holy See for a thousand years has already solidified the terrifying image of the High Priest and the Undead in people's minds.

They are evil, cruel, inhuman, and unreasonable, and the only way to deal with them is to throw them all into the flames and purify them.

Even though they had been mentally prepared before the celebration, everyone was shivering with fear, and the men and women supported each other to prevent them from falling if their feet went limp.

The court steward licked his lips, suppressed the fear in his heart, and waved at the band.

The music immediately changed, and the solemn march sounded.

De Rossi held the high priest's arm intimately, half a position behind, bowed slightly, and slowly walked to the throne with his arms in his arms, as if he was holding his godfather.

The High Priest and De Rossi walked up to the throne, and the chief of the court stepped forward, holding a gold plate in both hands, and then fell to his knees, and lifted the gold plate above his head with both hands, and sent it to the High Priest of the Dead.

In the middle of the plate is a tall and ornate crown, and the diamond the size of an egg on the front is rare in the world, and the pure gold crown looks extremely heavy.

It makes people wonder if wearing this on the top of the head will break the neck.

With a graceful bow, De Rossi took a step back and fell to one knee in front of the High Priest.

Facing the thousands of guests in the main hall, the undead high priest held the heavy golden crown in both hands, slowly buckled it on the top of De Rossi's head, and said in a loud voice: "In the name of the demon god, I, Feng Carter, De Rossi is the emperor of the De Rossi Empire. ”rs！！！