At this moment of parting, hearing the gray people do not choose to say anything, the Parlian sisters blushed with shame.

In the strange laughter and whistles of the old players who watched the excitement around him, he completed the final farewell with the gray man with the gesture of "smashing your chest with a small fist", and went to the carriage of the Chamber of Commerce under the call of the dissatisfied Lady Parin.

The brick movers and Samoyalia laughed, standing on either side of the ash beaters and reaching out to pat their own juniors who were wiping their tears.

For the emotional development of the gray man, the two of them were heartbroken, and now that they finally saw the cultivation of Zhengguo, they naturally smiled with a strange aunt.

Murphy and Miriam stayed where they were, watching the convoy slowly depart, and they and the players gathered around them stood in the cold wind of the night, listening to the children in the convoy sing local songs and watching them drift away.

"Hey! You three little fools! You can't get out of here, but he told me that he's going to see you in Porto Chardo! ”

Xiao Zhou, a traveling scholar, waved his hand and said to the three tiger-headed boys who were lying on the back of the carriage and crying:

"Go to school over there, don't embarrass your brother chicken!"

"Sister Lumina will come to see you too, be sure to be well-behaved."

Moe Haha, who came to see off on behalf of the Pride of the Silver Moon, also gathered her hands and shouted, and several of the children rescued by Lumina responded loudly in the dark night.

And the old brother who had managed these children in the survivor camp would just wave his hand, and the middle-aged man's feelings came up so that he didn't dare to open his mouth at all, for fear that he would cry.

The whole insurance was half-hung next to him and patted the shoulder of the mud truck, while the shovel brother held a flute and played the melody of "Farewell" on the side of the road in a decent manner.

But it's okay not to blow it, and many administrative players have begun to wipe their eyes as soon as they blow it.

All of this fell into the eyes of Murphy, who was quietly observing them, and the Governor was satisfied with it.

On the way back to the city with Miriam, he looked at the Crimson Keep at night and said to Miriam:

"They. Already a qualified Transanian, just like me. ”

"Well, I didn't quite understand why you had to let your warriors interact so much with the locals, who are obviously from two worlds, and they can't cross paths more in their lifetimes."

Miriam flicked her hair and laughed, and she whispered:

"Now that I understand, you've taught me another lesson, Your Excellency."

"Hmph, that's your stupidity, my archon."

Murphy leaned against the carriage and looked out the window, and he said:

"A group of mercenaries who have no feelings and only talk about interests, and a group of soldiers who are willing to sacrifice their lives for their second homeland, but anyone with a little brain knows which one to choose.

If you bind them with simple interests, then in the end there will only be cold interests between you, and when you can't give more rewards, they will not have any psychological burden to give up on you or even draw a knife against you.

However, feelings

Invisible locks. ”

The vampire governor smiled, and after several seconds of silence, he said:

"Actually, I didn't want the so-called 'Fourth Calamity' at all from the beginning, you are the administrator on the forum, you also know what this word stands for, if I want, I have too many ways to quickly build a 'mad army' in these four months.

They will defeat all enemies for me, even into the Dark Mountains, but they will also become a cancer in this world that I have unleashed with my own hands.

They will become the new, more terrible 'black plague'.

If I didn't see this as my hometown, if I didn't see you as friends, then I wouldn't be so burdened, but Tracey and you are like a net that turns me, who could easily become the 'Demon of the World', into the Governor of Transnesia.

I'm used to life now.

If a bunch of bastard freaks who use this as a playground to wreak havoc on, I'll be the first to draw my sword and get them out.

The recklessness of the Otherworldly will turn this place into a human purgatory, so I will not hesitate to exterminate the bastards who will only bring disaster and chaos, but for now, we can absolutely trust our Alien friends, who are both good and evil.

Because we know that they will give everything for this land as we did to protect Translasia!

This may be the so-called 'bond' that they have been talking about.

In the midst of the easy shortcuts and the long journey, I chose the latter, but I did not regret it, because I realized that the Creator may not have chosen me by shaking the dice. ”

"You're a good man, Murphy, and I knew I could trust you the night you didn't turn me into your blood servant."

Miriam whispered:

"There is no shame in being a good person, but it is those who fall into the darkness casually who do not deserve to wield the power of the world."

"Indeed, there is nothing easier in this world than being a villain, but following one's heart to live a life has become the most difficult thing."

Murphy smiled, he glanced at Miriam, and said:

"I'm leaving for Badland Mountain soon, and Professor Malcolm is leaving, it's going to weigh on your shoulders again, are you ready?"

"Hey, I'm the Crimson Archon of your own choosing! A role model for the women of Translancia. ”

Miriam snorted, twisted her thermos and took a sip of tea, and said:

"Don't underestimate me."

"Okay."

Murphy Says:

"I'm relieved to see that you're so confident, but there's one more thing to attend to before I leave, and you can come with me."

"Huh?"

Miriam looked at Murphy in surprise, who didn't explain.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped at the renovated entrance to the Crimson Cloister that the two got out of the car, and Murphy turned his head to look at the leveled rear building area, where construction would begin in a few days, as the new symbol of the Crimson Keep.

Once completed, the tower will stand directly above the Crimson Cloister and become the new home base of the Vulture Clan.

"Follow me."

Murphy gestured, and Miriam followed him all the way down to the bottom of the Vulture Corridor, near the Lodge of the Dead, where the Archon finally saw the "guest" to meet tonight.

A skeleton.

A skeleton carrying the soul of a corpse witch, to be exact.

High-level undead such as the Corpse Witch will choose fresh corpses for themselves as carriers in the resurrection of the destroyed body, which can ensure that they have a certain self-preservation ability after resurrection, but in an emergency, they can also be resurrected with decaying and dry bones, anyway, the existence of the Corpse Witch is pinned on the life box rather than the body.

However, Murphy's fact that he brought the archon to meet the newly resurrected skeleton with such fanfare is enough to prove that this guy has a "special status".

The corpse witch Bella and his wife Bernice don't know where to go, but the demon Ah Feng has been strengthened by the ghost demon to move freely, so he no longer stays in the hut of the dead but accompanies his mother.

For now, all that remains of the Dead Man's Lodge and the surrounding area designated as the "District of the Dead" is a group of silent dead.

These guys are spirits who have been resurrected from the swamp by the gnolls, they have nowhere to go and they are silent, and they have stayed here since they came to the Crimson Corridor, and they don't make a fuss and act as if they didn't exist at all, with a super low sense of existence.

"Let me introduce you, my archon."

Murphy pulled out a chair and sat in front of the silent dry bones in front of him, he stared at the ghostly blue spiritual fire that danced in the other's eyes, and said to Miriam beside him:

"This guest's name is Rotham Hugh Baldwin."

“？！”

The Scarlet Archon's eyes widened at once, and she exclaimed:

"So, it's really the Winter Wolf Legion's commander, General Baldwin."

"Great-grandfather!"

Murphy explained tactfully:

"His Excellency Rotham was the commander who commanded the Boris Vanguard Army into the swamp during the Second Black Plague, when the Winter Wolf Legion had not yet been formally established, but was only a combat wing under the command of the Boris Vanguard Army.

From this point of view, Lord Rotham can be regarded as the first Winter Wolf General.

After him, that position was never granted to anyone other than the Baldwin family.

In addition to the fact that the Baldwin family has indeed produced talents from generation to generation, it is also because of the family's respectable loyalty to the king, their loyalty is so pure that the Baldwin family was not liquidated after the wolf girl's father overthrew the usurping Rurik dynasty and restored the legal rule of the Romanov dynasty.

But I heard from Mrs. Shane that there are other factors that are a little inconvenient to mention."

The Governor's and Consul's eyes fell on the dry bones in front of them for the next second, and Rotem Hugh Baldwin raised his head as they wished.

No expression could be seen on the skeleton's face, but the nimbling of the eye sockets represented the corpse witch pondering whether to answer Murphy's question.

According to Bella's private statement, Baldwin's reputation among the corpse witches and knights is very high, although all the corpse witches and knights under the control of the jackals are not high or low, after all, they are all slaves of the barbarians.

Now that the gnolls have been killed and the undead cannot rest in peace, Lord Baldwin has naturally become the leader of this group of corpse witches.

Even Bella admits this.

Bella had been secretly helped by Lord Baldwin when she was first resurrected, otherwise with her terrible gladiator temper, it would have been difficult for her to survive more than three years of humiliation under the hands of the Gnolls.

Murphy brought Miriam over to meet Baldwin tonight, in fact, to solve the problem of the belonging of this group of undead.

The first Winter Wolf General apparently understood this, so it did not speak immediately, but after nearly thirty seconds of silence, it moved its skull and said in a hoarse and dark tone characteristic of the undead:

"The reason why Her Majesty the Wolf Lady's father did not liquidate my descendants is not as complicated as you think, my wife is the sister of the hero King Boris, and my descendants naturally became a member of the Normanov royal family.

Although it was only a marginal branch, my descendants were lucky enough to escape the liquidation of the Rurik dynasty after the change of dynasty for a long time after my death, and although I don't know how they did it, I guess that without the covert protection of the Baldwin family, the father of the wolf girl would not have been able to complete the chaos hundreds of years later.

It was just a simple political asylum and exchange and the mutual help of old blood relatives, Governor Murphy, and this very impolite little maroon haired girl who had been staring at me. ”

"Uh, sorry."

Miriam immediately apologized, explaining:

"I know it's rude to look at you like this, but I'm just curious, how can you make such a clear sound without even your vocal cords?"

"I'm a corpse witch, and I use the power of death."

Rotham let out a wry laugh and said:

"And before I died in the swamp, I was the most important psionist of the hero King Boris.

Of course, our psionic spells at that time were still very crude and rudimentary, and they were completely incomparable to the subtle spells of your time, but the little psionic manipulation techniques that I had left after I was resurrected made it easy for me to simulate my voice. ”

"You are the brother-in-law of the Hero King, and Lady Shani is the youngest daughter of the Hero King, so the current Grand Duke of Thorns still has to call you 'uncle'?"

Murphy was curious about Rotham's rank, and he said with a strange look in his eyes:

"You didn't hold Shani when she was a kid, did you?"

"Not really."

The first Winter Wolf General made a very humane shrug, saying:

"I had a bad relationship with little Shani, she was a very assertive child since she was a child, and she didn't interact much with my uncle until I died in battle, probably because she wanted to learn psionic abilities when she was a child and I refused to teach her.

But you have to understand that in my day, learning psionic energy was still very dangerous.

These parents are short enough to greet each other.

Governor and Archon, say whatever you want to talk to me, and forgive the impatience of an undead, but my inexplicable resurrection and years of service to the gnolls have filled me with disgust for the present age.

I want to rest in peace.

If you can, don't tell anyone that I've stayed in this world, that will only add to their troubles. ”

"But you should also know that you are a special person, especially after Your Excellency Bella has already told you about the current situation in Translasia, and you should know that we will not so easily miss the diplomatic value you can bring to us."

Murphy spread his hands, undisguised, and said directly:

"Your great-grandson is now in command of an elite force of the Winter Wolf Legion stationed in the Crimean Fortress, and in the event of a war between the two countries, they can easily attack my territory from the south, and I can't do much to respond to it.

Not to mention the prestige of your poor group of resurrectors, and I must have your help if I want to command them. ”

"But you promised you that you didn't need us to serve you!"

The first Winter Wolf General whispered:

"So this proves that you are nothing more than a two-faced bastard, and besides, if my great-grandson was not picked up from outside, if he is really the heir of the Baldwin family, then even if I appear to him in person, it is impossible to interfere with any of his strategic decisions.

By holding me hostage, you're only going to bring more personal vendetta into my great-grandson's decision-making.

IMHO, this is not a good thing. ”

"But I didn't hold you hostage."

Murphy retorted:

"If I had really intended to do so, your skull would have been sent to General Baldwin's desk by now, Lord Rotham, and I hope to have your assistance not to start a war, much less to counter your great-grandson.

I just want to save me some unnecessary worries while the Black Plague happens, and I want to focus on dealing with the Gnolls without worrying about having an 'ally' stab me in the back!

What disturbs me the most is the aggressiveness and almost insatiable thirst for land that is engraved in the bones of the Nords, and I am sure that once Transncia shows its decline, once we lose too much in the Black Plague, then what awaits us will be a shameless sneak attack like the raid on the Kafhoka Plains.

To put it bluntly, I would like you to be an emissary of Translasia, to go to your great-grandson for a conversation between men, and to relay my thoughts to him as my messenger.

I'm not afraid to fight the Winter Wolves, but if it's during the Black Plague, I want General Baldwin to see the main and secondary contradictions. ”

"That's not something he can decide!"

Rotham also accentuated his voice and said:

"The military is not the planner of the war, we are just the executors, just the extension of politics and the double fist of the game, what you should really look for is the wolf girl."

"Do you think I haven't looked for it?"

Murphy retorted:

"The Wolf Maiden's younger brother is with me, and he has promised me that Her Majesty the Wolf Maiden has no plans to continue to 'expand the territory' in the near future.

However, you and I both know that the overly powerful military aristocracy of the Nordtov Kingdom has been a big trouble since the time of the Hero King, and several kings of the Rurik Kingdom who stole the throne did not dare to use the sword against the army in order to stabilize the monarchy, resulting in this cancer getting bigger and bigger.

The Werewolf Lady was too young, she was not King Louis with a stable throne, and even if she used her wrists, she could not fully control the arrogant marshals and generals under her command, which was the main reason why her military reform had not improved.

And that's what worries me the most.

All it takes is a solo walk in the name of 'victory', and only a few generals need to be connected in tandem, and the war will break out again.

They will not be blamed by the people for their attack on Translancia as long as they are victorious, and once they taste more sweetness, the repression of the wolf girl will become a dead letter.

Mrs. Shani submitted me a report.

She veiled me that I had to be aware of the risks involved, as some of the old immortals in the Nord's military power had always been unhappy with the fact that Nordtov had only taken the Kavhoka region during the Ten Years' War.

They are a bunch of greedy fools and wild dogs!

I believe that General Baldwin, who is absolutely loyal to the wolf girl, is not among them, but I must get his written assurance.

You are the perfect messenger.

You died in the Black Plague, you are a hero of the old days, you understand the troubles we face better than anyone else, and if the Crimean Fortress does not work when the Black Plague comes, it will cause the war in Translasia to turn into a rotten battle that will draw everyone into it. ”

"Okay."

Seeing that Murphy said so sincerely, the first Winter Wolf General nodded without much hesitation and said:

"I want to be your messenger, but I need a more decent 'carrier', my remains have been destroyed, and I don't want to scare my great-grandchildren."

"Hmm."

Murphy nodded, then said:

"Then I don't really need you to serve my war with your undead, but there is one thing you can help, my warriors also have necromantic power users who are eager to learn more about death and have stronger necromantic companions.

The skeletons can't satisfy them anymore.

I hope that my warriors don't get in the way of recruiting the Witches and the Knights of Hades. ”

"They trust me"

Baldwin, the corpse witch, whispered:

"There's no way I'm going to sell you my brothers and sisters who I've been through together! Don't even think about it. ”

"No, no, no, my warriors will convince them, there will be absolutely no compulsion, and the pact with the high-ranking necromancers will be based on mutual respect."

Murphy stood up, took out an orb of arithmetic, and said to Baldwin, the corpse witch:

"Next, my Archon will introduce you to the characteristics of the Translanthian warrior group, about the 'prestige' system. As long as you don't ask them to resist passively, I'm sure my warriors will be able to shock you with their sincerity in acquiring the Witch and the Knights of Hades. ”

"Hehe, I know very well how stubborn the undead are, I can't help but want to see the bleeding scene of your 'otherworldly devils' hitting our heads."

The Witch laughed, and then asked:

"But since you're planning to make your otherworldly devil our partner, I also have a small 'request'."

"You say."

"The warrior who defeated me that day with a dozen recruits, I see traces of war in him, he is very different from the other warriors under your command, I want to talk to him!"

"Well, if you need to, I can appoint him and his crew to escort you to the Crimean Fortress, and you can try to be friends along the way."

"Very well, then I'll leave it to you."

(End of chapter)