Lao Qin didn't make friends with the corpse witch.

He was also very confused when he was summoned by the corpse witch Baldwin, could it be that this guy was beaten by himself, so he was unhappy and planned to have a 1v1 Solo in private to save face for himself?

It turns out that death has taken away the blood that belongs to the commander and the warrior in the heart of the corpse witch, and it just wants to know the situation of this group of "otherworldly devils" when it comes to Lao Qin.

Although Lao Qin repeatedly explained to him that they were not really destroyers from another world, perhaps because they had "seen it with their own eyes", the corpse witch was noncommittal about this explanation, and it kept asking Lao Qin about the "other world".

The veterans who knew the inside story were worried about whether their casual remarks would anger the "observers", but it turned out that the observers did not seem to care about this kind of communication between their counterparts in the two worlds.

In the conversation with the corpse witch, Lao Qin revealed some basic information, but there was no punishment in the player interface, which made Lao Qin, an unreasonable "intelligence worker", taste a little bit of unique meaning.

On the wind vulture that flew to the Crimean Fortress, Lao Qin began to talk more boldly about the difference between the two worlds with the corpse witch, and at the same time, he wanted to know if there was any power or force in this world that could freely travel between the two worlds.

To this, the answer of the corpse witch was very affirmative.

"Although my resurrection after hundreds of years of death is completely out of touch with this era, I can tell you with certainty, Old Qin, the kind of force you described that can operate freely in both worlds does not exist.

You're not a psychic, and you don't even understand the dimensions and planes as much as the average person on our side, and you can't understand how complicated the preparation is required to bring the situation you described to life.

I can tell you for sure that there is no such power in this world, and if a certain force really has similar means, then they can completely rule the world.

But if you look at this chaotic world, does it look like a great power that can give birth to the worlds? ”

Faced with the corpse witch's answer, Lao Qin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He thought about those things and thought of the report that Moe Haha had submitted earlier, and the physicist had come up with a guess without evidence.

She believes that both their side and Transasia's side are actually "test subjects" that are forcibly connected by the existence of third parties who call themselves "observers" and use some incomprehensible means or technology.

As with the situation of these foreigners, the natives of Translancia do not have any more understanding of the "observer", and in this otherworld, where there is no order, it is a luxury to live with dignity, let alone have more energy to explore the unknown.

Now Baldwin, the Witch of the Dead, has come to the same conclusion.

This made Lao Qin have to seriously think about the meaning conveyed by Meng Haha's report.

If you can't start with the locals, then the only way to explore the truth of this mysterious "third type of contact" is to slowly progress according to the plot set by the observers for these alien players.

They must be accomplishing this with some kind of purpose, so that those powerful "observers" don't want to see the contact process between the two worlds, right?

A two-planet-scale social experiment?

This speculation is a little too frightening.

Baldwin knew that his new friend had a secret in his heart when he saw Lao Qin's frowning brow and thoughtful expression, but he didn't ask much, but looked up at the Crimean Fortress in front of him.

In the evening night, the fortress in the col was like a silent giant, holding the mountain road to the Kafhoka plain.

It was once the territory of the Portia Confederacy, but now it is the border of the Kingdom of Nordtov.

In Baldwin's time, the fortress had not yet appeared, but it could understand the significance of the fortress, and the thought that it was being guarded by the Winter Wolf Legion and its own heirs made the Witch feel "at ease".

In his opinion, it was trustworthy to be guarded by the Winter Wolf Legion.

As long as the warriors of the Winter Wolf Legion still abide by the series of regulations it set for the legion back then, their combat effectiveness will never be low.

"We're almost there."

After a few minutes, Lao Qin withdrew from his thoughts, he glanced at the flying platform at the top of the fortress in front of him, and said to Baldwin:

"Your great-grandson is waiting for you there, tsk, Lao Luo, you deserve to be a big man, you have this kind of row after the dead and resurrected."

"If you're taunting me, then congratulations, you did it."

The corpse witch whispered:

"Don't talk about it anymore, it's not a lucky resurrection."

It tugged at the reins of the horse in its hand, and let its ride descend under the watchful gaze of the Beikee soldiers below.

As a corpse witch, it is disgusted and resisted by life, and the natural spirit of the vulture is not even willing to carry him, but the undead creature has its own means, and it is riding a black skeleton war horse at this time, which has been modified by Bella with corpse construction.

It has two pitch-black batwing wings and has been spelled with a psychic spell that allows it to soar through the air like the legendary Pegasus.

As a "sample" that was made, Bella also made additional embellishments to this unique necromantic creation, making its light armor look full of the flavor of night, attracting frequent attention from the little players around the "escort" along the way.

"I've heard that the Hall of Fame's first reward mount, the Skeleton Night Watcher, is something like this."

Sitting on the vulture, the dog whispered to several other student parties:

"They'll be able to get it in a few days,, this thing is so handsome! Best of all, it's still a limited edition, and there's no other way to get it at the moment. ”

"These skeleton Pegasus are all made by Mentor Bella."

The Trouser Devil explained beside him:

"I've also given it a shot, this thing belongs to a high-level undead construct, theoretically, after you two coffin-bearers go up to the professional level, you just need to get the blueprints, and you can make this kind of mount yourself.

However, the materials it requires are very complex, and you will have to collect them yourself without the Crimson Keep. ”

"Do you know what you're needing?"

The eyes of the water demon Basha widened, and he said to the trouser demon:

"Didn't you attack Lord Bella? You know the material, right? Come on, good brother, share with the brothers what materials are needed, we will start saving from now on, and we don't need to wait when we get the drawings when the time comes. ”

"Well, there's not much you can't say."

Ah Feng has always been kind to others, and after recalling it for a while, he said:

"First of all, the skeleton of a complete skeleton warhorse, it is best to have the consciousness of being resurrected, if not, you have to find a way to get a soul that has not yet dissipated.

Secondly, you need a large bat wing that has been tempered with a secret method, this kind of light and tough bat wing is not easy to find, but I heard that this kind of bat exists in the Flying Feather Valley of the ancestral woodland, but it is not easy to catch and a bit dangerous.

These two things are the most important, and then you need to practice the 'structure of the dead' to the least proficient, Mentor Bella has a drawing of the craft, as long as the craft is passed, you can make it step by step.

The final step is the awakening of the undead.

Let the horse take on its new form without harming its soul.

But I can help with this step

My main class, Spiritwalker, has the ability to soothe souls, so when you're ready, just call me.

But making a picture is not so easy to change, I guess you will have to at least brush the personal prestige of Mentor Bella to worship, but this is not a difficult thing, Mentor Bella's prestige is tied to Lady Bernice, and Lady Bernice likes elf-style gadgets.

The prestige of the two of them is linked to Lady Adele, who both regard Lady Adele as their daughter.

Also, I've heard from my mentor that it has a daughter of its own in the Shadow Valley of the Dark Mountains, so I think if we can complete this quest chain, we might be able to brush up on reputation. ”

"Damn! Man, you're so awesome, it's like a strategy god, and these things are treasured. ”

Dogan exclaimed:

"I'm glad I met you, otherwise we would have to pounce on it and lick it hard when we encounter this kind of thing, and it will be inefficient at all."

"I've heard that Lady Adele's Shadow Intelligence Service is recruiting."

Bazaar the Water Demon flipped through his gamer board records, then turned to the others and said:

"Yes, that's right, I've received an invitation from them before, and it's said that the Phantom Intelligence Agency is going to form a special task force to follow Lady Adele through the swamp, and I guess their destination is likely to be the Phantom Valley!

You see, Master Bella, Lady Bernice and Lady Adele are all from there, so this is definitely an important side story!

If we go through this quest chain and can brush up all three of them at once, maybe we can trigger some other quests, and I think this Shadow Valley might be our base for the next stage.

It's about the same as Wolfsburg's status in the filthy swamp.

So, brothers, after finishing this escort mission, let's go to the Phantom Intelligence Bureau to try our luck, anyway, now that the main line of the swamp has been completed, you can only brush up on your daily life if you stay here. ”

"Okay, we're fine."

Three catties of sweet potato roast represented the five people in their dormitory who agreed to come down.

Ah Feng hesitated for a moment, the disciples he taught had now started their internships in the field hospital near the smuggler's woodland, the peak period for the wounded in the war had passed, and now it was to help those wounded recover and follow-up treatment.

At the moment, the field hospital is still operating according to the treatment style of the locals, with or without him.

After all, modern medicine is based on the best basic science, and in the absence of medical treatment and even basic supplies, he, a doctor of medicine, can do very little to promote.

It's not a bad thing to take this opportunity to go out for a walk, and I shouldn't stop my mother from coming to it.

As a result, Ah Feng, who was regarded by others as a "mysterious master" like a "sweeping monk", also agreed to join in at the invitation of everyone.

While they were discussing their next course of action, Baldwin, the corpse witch they had escorted, had already jumped off his skeleton Pegasus, and under the watchful eyes of a group of well-equipped Winter Wolf warriors, the original Winter Wolf General took a few steps forward, and saw the current Winter Wolf General frowning in front of him.

It knew that the person in front of it was its great-grandson, and judging from the latter's face, body shape, and demeanor, this middle-aged man named "Bashir Xiu Baldwin" should indeed be its bloodline.

But whether it was the old corpse witch or the winter wolf general, looking at each other at this moment was like looking at a stranger with a ghost in his heart.

The emotions that death carries away cannot be awakened by a mere blood connection, and there is always a limit to the tolerance left for the dead in this world of the living, not to mention that the body used by Old Baldwin now is not its original remains.

With their faces far apart, the only remaining connection between the two men and strangers is a surname.

Between them is the vicissitudes of nearly 400 years.

No one spoke at this time, everyone was looking at these two people, and after a depressing silence, the old corpse witch took the initiative to speak:

"Will the gardenias of Dmitry still bloom every year?"

It sounded like a simple inquiry, but General Winterwolf's eyes instantly tightened.

It's a code phrase.

A code word known only to the head of the Baldwin family.

It represents the most important location of the Baldwin family, the secret vault where the remains of ancestors and inheritances are kept, unless someone else mixes into the position of the head of the family, this code word alone is enough to prove the identity of the undead on the other side.

"The 'wolf blood' has been lost."

General Winter Wolf whispered:

"You lost it!

It was lost forever in time with your disappearance in the swamp, and the Hidden Sword Stand was empty, representing the regret and shame of the family, and my grandfather and my father all fell on the way to find it.

They died on the battlefield against the gnolls just like you. ”

"Maybe it was captured by the gnolls and brought back to the Dark Mountains, well, I admit, it was the disgrace I brought to my family, and the disgrace of Baldwin's surname."

Old Baldwin said in a hoarse voice:

"I will do my best to retrieve it and put it in your hands, Baldwin, who cannot hold the wolf's blood, will not be blessed by the God of the North Wind, after all, it is a treasure given to us by Sue."

"Then get it back."

General Winter Wolf said succinctly:

"When you bring it back, I'll admit your identity."

"I don't need your admit, Bashir."

Old Baldwin shook his head and said:

"I'm not here to return to my family.

I am dead, and all I desire now is rest. I am here today on behalf of the Governor of Transencia to convey to you his personal concerns, and if you are not going to invite me into your office, then we will say it here.

The Vampire Governor doesn't want to be backstabbed in the back of the Nordtov kingdom before the end of the Black Apocalypse, and he wants your written assurance. ”

"If Her Majesty the Wolf Maiden does not give me orders, no warrior of the Winter Wolf Legion will set foot on the land of the Transansians."

General Winter Wolf said without hesitation:

"I will not choose to go down the path of betrayal, are you and your new master satisfied with this answer?"

"It was never the wolf girl's orders that he was worried about."

The Corpse Witch glanced at his great-grandson, and said:

As a member of that group, you should know where Murphy's worries come from, and if you choose to be loyal, then continue to be loyal, don't be tempted by other people's words, and don't make wrong judgments.

Now Nordtov is much more powerful than I remember, but it still hasn't been able to shake off the hidden dangers of the past and even turned them into cancers.

In my time, it was a matter of desperation to rule the country in the brutal manner of a soldier.

But I didn't expect that, almost 400 years later, similar ideas would still prevail in Nordtov today, perhaps a reckless curse buried in our blood.

Bashir, soldiers are soldiers, don't try to pursue powers that we can't control.

This is my last reminder for you. ”

After saying that, the old corpse witch said goodbye to his great-grandson with the courtesy of a Gounod, and without hesitation turned and boarded his skeleton Pegasus, and at the moment of re-takeoff, it looked at General Winter Wolf and whispered:

"Send me a gardenia to Julia's tombstone, it's her favorite gift."

With that, the corpse witch took off on Pegasus.

Lao Qin glanced at the winter wolf general with a gloomy face, and he left the place with the student party without saying anything.

This was not quite the same as the "diplomatic scene" that Lao Qin imagined, he could feel that the old corpse witch seemed to have passed some information to his juniors, but he couldn't understand the code words of the locals.

Never mind.

That's a headache for Governor Murphy.

On the flying platform of the Crimean fortress, the Winter Wolf General Baldwin watched the Transansians disappear into the evening sky, and his adjutant, Colonel Duke, stepped forward and whispered:

"General, is that undead really your ancestor?"

"Yes, the information it knows can't be faked, but my ancestor is dead, so it's just a sad aftermath of its time, and it doesn't deserve much attention."

General Baldwin whispered:

"I'm more curious, where did Governor Murphy know that the military chiefs in the country are secretly colluding? How could he be sure that those guys had sent someone here to persuade us to do something 'big' with them?

It seems that the Thorn Clan and the Blood Vulture Clan are more closely connected than we thought, and Lady Shani has done some information exchange that is detrimental to the interests of the country.

Alas, the wolf girl trusted her ancestors too much.

This is a hidden danger. ”

The adjutant-colonel did not respond.

He knew that he was not qualified to discuss His Majesty's affairs in front of the general, after all, he was not a "relative of the imperial family" like General Baldwin, and after the general had finished speaking, the colonel asked:

"Then, in the face of the 'warm invitation' of several veteran generals, our choice is."

"No! Even if it weren't for today's reminder from our ancestors, I would never be a part of it. ”

General Winter Wolf said categorically:

"Not to mention the folly of backstabbing allies in the midst of a plague, it would be risky to continue to do so when the Transans were already aware of it. My ancestors were right when they said that the old generals were trying to do what the soldiers were not good at and should not do, but I knew they were not that bold.

There must be a bigger supporter behind them.

Alas, why could Marshal Heraclius not understand that the time that belonged to him was over.

Her Majesty the Wolf Lady obviously gave him a chance to step down with dignity, but he was like a shadow of the past who was unwilling to serve old age, still staggering to return to the glory day, but he didn't care about what the country needed most now.

He can't retreat bravely, and he can't let go of the power in his hands, and let anxiety turn him from the inside out into a puppet that can be manipulated by gossip.

It's not that he can't understand, he just doesn't care.

After all, if you don't think about it, the future will be much simpler.

My old boss, alas, what a disgrace to my generation of soldiers! ”

(End of chapter)