Duke of Grief

The bloodthirsty monster loosened the neck of the food, sucked the last drop of blood into the stomach, and then dropped the scattered body of the pupil to his feet, silently picked up the weapon and walked back into the queue.

Howell sat by the fire, took the hip flask and poured a sip of spirits into his throat, like a knife rolling down the esophagus, a sip of wine from the mouth to the stomach.

The heat radiated from the body, and the strong man burped and sat down at a shabby table, waiting for the attendant to bring the food up.

Similar to the pale-faced soldiers standing outside, his attendants were also pale and expressionless, but at least, they were still alive.

Looking at the breakfast set on the table, Howell frowned, then shook his head without complaining. After all, it was only a small village, and the product was not very rich. Gnawing, he didn't want to touch it again.

Taking a sip of thick porridge that the villagers did not dare to cook, Howell glanced at the attendant standing next to him, and suddenly laughed boldly, picked up the jug and shook, "Aisen, do you want a sip?"

"No, Lord Howell, I don't like drinking." The attendant shook his head and refused, his expression still not changing.

After pouting, Howell picked up the wooden bowl and quickly wiped out the shabby food in front of him.

Of course, shabby is only relatively speaking, it is shabby for Howell, but for the original residents of this village, his meal is already luxurious enough. In the past, they did not dare to think about things. .

Even if the Kingdom of Corot is getting richer, the poor areas will still be poor. Eliminating all poverty is not a simple job. It will take at least a dozen years or even decades to make everyone barely feed-this is still in the nobility If the lord cooperates with the royal family, if the aristocracy is violating Yang Feng and Yin, then no matter how many years have passed, don't try to feed the people in this area.

He wiped his mouth indiscriminately, Howell stood up, overturned the table with leftovers on the floor, grabbed the windbreaker robes, and took the hip flask to the door, "Go, go!"

This village is not wealthy, nor is it on his marching route. If it was not because of the heavy snow last night and it was uncomfortable to stay in the wild, he would not come to this village.

The best house in the village turned out to be a two-storey stone house, not even a wealthy businessman or lord. Even the fences surrounding the village were low. It seems that not only the bandits but even the beasts would patronize here.

Howell and his attendants ignored the corpses lying on the ground, walked to the army of living dead, mounted the war horse, waved their hands, "Go!"

The horses covered in armor were burning with a blue flame in their eyes, striding stiffly, and carrying their masters to the next town.

As Howell's servant, Eisen also has a horse, and it is also a dead horse.

Undead horses have stiff muscles and no explosive power, but they have the stamina that living creatures can hardly compare with each other. They are most suitable for the most long-distance mounts.

The Legion of the Living Dead opened their legs at the same time, and the rumbling footsteps suddenly awakened the silent mountain forest. The remaining living creatures suddenly boiled and fled around, fearing that they would be caught by those terrible monsters.

Howell Diao Erlang sat on his horse's back, took out the map, glanced at the directions, and then took the army of living dead to the next town to attack.

Before entering the territory of the Kingdom of Corot, they divided their troops into three routes, and the three troops attacked three towns at the same time. To be honest, even he did not expect the lord here to be so vulnerable that even a fortress could not be guarded. live.

After throwing a few fireballs and pouring cold water on it, the city wall immediately cracked, and then let the Legion of the Living Dead break in directly to win the war. It can be said that there is no challenge at all.

After the city wall was broken, the local lord surrendered directly, meaning nothing at all!

Howell looked into the distance and yawned, hoping that the lord of the next town would be stronger, at least not to make him so bored.

It may be the same undead creature, so the blood clan squatting on the branch and staying here overnight has not been found.

He looked at the living dead walking underneath, frowning deeply.

When he arrived, all the villagers in that village had been killed. After all, the members of the Night Army could not be really spread throughout the entire Kingdom of Koror. The number of blood tribes and werewolves was scarce, and ordinary blood tribes and werewolves could not Joining this legion led them to radiate outwards only with their more prosperous towns as their base.

In desperation, he could only stay here for one night, waiting for his companions to come.

After only a glance at the legion, the blood race fell asleep again, and the slowly beating heart suddenly stopped.

Howell scratched his neck and turned his head to look around. He always felt as if someone was staring at him, but when he looked around, he found that there was nothing.

Is his nerve too sensitive? Have an illusion?

He was a little uneasy, and let Eisen use the spell to scan around, until he really confirmed that there was nothing around him, he lowered his head depressed and hurried away.

At the same time, he secretly scolded the rulers and nobles of this kingdom, really a group of idiots, and dared to call himself the'Mage of Masters'!

Thirty minutes later, the blood clan opened their eyes again and looked down.

The Legion of the Living Dead left a deep and numerous mark in the mountains and forests. Although those footprints will soon be covered by the snow, these traces are still very obvious.

At this time, the blood clan stood up, shook off the snow covering them, took out their mobile phones and dialed a call, "Commander, where have you rushed... an army of arcane empire entering the kingdom is heading towards the Austrian Wolfe’s direction, and as the rumors say, those soldiers are indeed living dead, there are only two living people, it is estimated that they are the commander of this army... Yes, I hurried back!"

Putting the cell phone away, the blood race jumped high from the branches, and transformed into a group of bats tweeting toward Owov.

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"The Kingdom of Corot is trying to stop the army of the Arcane Empire from invading the country, but to be honest, I don't take their actions very well." Ziegler's mobile phone was set aside, and he silently observed the activities of the living dead in the cage, and The maid talked about it.

"Arcane empire... I don't know how they did it. They could give living people the characteristics of undeads--yes, their soldiers are not pure "dead souls", but living people with undead characteristics!"

With a sigh of emotion, the Red Dragon Master took over other experimental reports. They had been up all night to study the secrets of the monsters sent by the Arcane Empire.

For this reason, after the pressure of the beast tide on the northern boundary was alleviated, he hurriedly sent it back, just to do first-hand research.

Anyway, there are temporarily the Silver Dragon clan to help them bear ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and [Food Hunter] Hill and the leader of the Paladin of Latinia are there, as long as those monsters from the Inland Sea walk out of the Black Forest , They need not worry for now.

It sounds a bit like a blood race, but blood races are undead creatures with the characteristics of living beings, which is diametrically opposed to what he sees.

"There are almost no weaknesses all over the body, but because they are'living creatures', they can eat something with vitality-such as blood, but also living meat and bones-to repair the body, as long as the head is not broken Can be recovered again. And..."

Looking at the report in his hand, Ziegler suddenly laughed, "Selina, do you know what is the most interesting thing about them?"

"...What is it?" The other side of the conversation, the maid asked with some ominous premonition.

Ziegler raised his mouth and shook his head with a chuckle. “It’s the plague that drives them. They are a group of “plague-infected people.” That is to say, their status is contagious. The transmission route is probably body fluid infection, infection. The force is very strong, the average person can't resist at all, even those werewolves in the Kingdom of Corot... I think it is a little dangling!"

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