Four Hundred and Sixty-Two Drinking Poison to Quench Thirst

In the dim room, an old voice was screaming miserably, but the magicians outside the door turned a deaf ear, as if they didn't hear the frightening voice at all.

In the room, an old man was tied to a chair, his magic robe was filthy, and he was struggling to pull the bright iron shackles that bound his hands.

The sound of metal hitting one after another, he kept struggling until blood oozed from his wrist, and he didn't stop.

"Let me out! You liars! I'm so blind! Why are you here? You bastards! You bastards!" The person who shouted these was Frundsberg who betrayed Elan Hill, He was arrested half a month ago and locked in this dark cage.

"Let Travish come to see me! Why didn't he dare to come to see me? Ah? He's a liar! I'm such a fool to believe your sweet words!" Shaking the iron chain on his arm vigorously, Frundsberg shouted tirelessly.

It's not that he really doesn't know how tired he is, but because his mental state has been stimulated by magic to an extremely unstable state.

Now his entire spiritual level is about to be separated from his physical body. This state was originally an immature means of separating spiritual power and making god puppets.

Unfortunately, due to extreme instability, this method has now been abandoned. However, in the puppet empire, it still exists as a means of interrogating prisoners, or as a cruel punishment.

And now, Frundsberg is receiving such a punishment, which makes him very broken, and the whole person becomes crazy, like a mental illness.

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Travish is sitting in his seat now, any food and wine can no longer make him feel comfortable.

For the puppet empire, the current battle situation does not need to be described as worse - the northern corps near Dole surrendered under the command of General Gusen, and the last formed unit of the puppet empire no longer exists. up.

As for the new army on the Maron River defense line, everyone knows that it is just a motley army that can barely be called an army, and its combat effectiveness is really not enough to stop the iron hooves of Alan Hill.

He is now full of regrets, regrets for his original choice, regrets for the various mistakes made in the war, and regrets for capturing that important technician Frundsberg to the puppet empire.

Recently, because of the lack of Frundsberg's technology, the research on some new weapons of the puppet empire has all come to a standstill.

After capturing Frundsberg, he learned the truth from a group of mages who were eating vegetarian meals in the corpses. It turned out that many technologies were developed by Frundsberg, and they were just a group of people who obeyed Frundsberg's orders. Greg's assistant.

Now that Frundsberg has been arrested, it seems impossible to let him continue to work for the puppet empire-under such circumstances, the technological innovation of the puppet empire has become a complete joke.

After he calmed down, he also realized now that the possibility of Frundsberg betraying the puppet empire is very slim. In fact, Alan Hill's superior move should be the technical accumulation and background that crushed the puppet empire, and leaks and the like. things have nothing to do.

But it is very difficult for him to admit his mistake. He dared not see Frundsberg again, nor could he believe that Frundsberg would forgive him for his stupidity.

For him, the human heart is the most difficult thing to control, and he dare not trust others easily. Recently, he has been being betrayed all the time, and the new puppet empire has been growing, and the areas he can control are becoming less and less.

In this environment, he didn't dare to trust anyone, including of course the arrested Frundsberg. In his opinion, he would rather kill Frundsberg than let him out and give him a chance to betray him.

Another aspect is that he does not dare to admit that he was wrong now.

Because if he admits one mistake, someone will force him to admit more mistakes.

Admitting that he caught the wrong Frundsberg is a trivial matter, but if someone questions his declaration of war on Alan Hill and thinks it was a mistake for him to turn to the devil, then how should he end up?

Admit this mistake too? Admitting that he was obsessed with ghosts, he actually believed in the bewitching of the devil and became an enemy of human beings?

Then wouldn't his fame in this life be ruined? Frundsberg, who had been thinking about these questions, finally exchanged his waiter and asked loudly, "That old guy...has he confessed?"

"Great Magister's Pavilion, Your Excellency...that old, old guy hasn't confessed yet. He has been cursing some ugly things, and his spirit is already extremely unstable." The waiter bowed his head and replied cautiously.

In recent days, Travish's mental state has not been very good. This elderly great magister has been devastated by the current war situation. He can't sleep every night, irritable and irritable. The elegance and peace of the teacher.

"Then use a mind-peeling magic! Let him enjoy the most painful feeling in the world!" Travish said with a shy knife hard to get into its sheath.

"Yes, but Your Excellency the great magister, in his current state, if he strips out a wave of mental power, he will probably collapse...if he dies?" the waiter swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked a little scared .

As Travish's waiter, he certainly knew that the other party seemed to regret arresting Frundsberg on trumped-up charges. So when he heard that Travish wanted to continue to be cruel for his own face, he reminded Travish in a low voice.

"Then prepare a puppet for him... Just use the unfinished god puppet, don't waste it." Travish clenched his fists and ordered: "Let part of his soul live in this world forever." Come on, isn't this what he wants? Eternal life! I'll give him eternal life! Why does he hate me? Huh? Hahahaha!"

At the end, he laughed a little crazy. Seemingly satisfied with his arrangement, his unbridled laughter echoed throughout the hall.

"Yes!" Seeing why Tara was in this state, the waiter also knew that he couldn't persuade him anymore. He thinks he can do a small favor for others, but if he loses himself, it's not worth it.

After receiving the order, the waiter bowed and exited the hall where Travish was, and a general in armor passed him by.

The opponent wore armor with magic inscriptions, which was much more gorgeous than ordinary soldiers' magic armor. One can tell at a glance that he is a senior general of a puppet empire, because such gorgeous and complex armor is rare now.

The general walked into the hall, stood in the center, bowed slightly to Travish, and said loudly, "Your Majesty the Magister! I came back from the front line this time to report to you on the preparations for the Maron River defense line." status."

"We are building enough fortifications, but the speed of puppet replenishment is too slow. We are short of replenishment soldiers, and we have very few weapons..." He complained word by word, and every word made Travish feel Extremely irritable.

Two days ago, Travish promised to add 200,000 puppet soldiers to the front line, but now he can barely draw out only a pitiful 40,000 puppet soldiers.

It's just that half of these puppets are drawn from the production department, which is an extremely wasteful, overdraft behavior of eating more than enough food.

But for the entire Maron River defense line, these supplements are a drop in the bucket and cannot relieve the pressure at all.

Therefore, the general in charge of the Maron River defense line was overwhelmed, and rushed back to Burkeland in person to state his difficulties to Travish.

"If it's too late for puppet production, it's okay to mobilize some civilians to serve as supplementary soldiers to the front line." The general who is not in charge of the family doesn't know how expensive he is, so he proposes a solution that seems to solve the problem.

But his family knows his own affairs, and Travish naturally knows that if he expands the scale of conscription and enlists some civilians forcibly, it will only make his approval rate lower.

Countless civilians have already fled to the areas controlled by the new puppet empire for asylum. If he continues to recruit troops, it will only make more people fall to the new puppet empire and defect from him.

However, even if it is drinking poison to quench thirst, there is nothing else to care about at this time. Although letting the people defect to the new puppet empire is tantamount to slow suicide, if they can't support the defense line of the Maron River, they seem to die faster.

Therefore, whichever is the lesser of the two, Travish can only honestly choose to continue to forcibly conscript the Maron River before there is any good solution.

In fact, if it weren't for the arrival of reinforcements from the demon army, the main force of Alan Hill would have already crossed the defense line of the Maron River.

Ten demons' floating castles and tens of thousands of demon troops arrived at the front line of the Maron River, helping the puppet empire to hold up the scene, which somewhat stabilized Travish's position.

However, when he felt the powerful space magic and heard Alan Hill announce the victory over the demon in the Rudono River, his mood became more complicated.

The young mortal emperor had already gained momentum, and it was obvious that no one could stop the new emperor from establishing his prestige.

If he hadn't betrayed humans and turned to demons, then maybe he should be a hero of the human world now, right? At least it will look like Lonza De Lai, living a very comfortable life.

There is no regret medicine in the world, so Travish finally just let out a sigh of emotion, and promised: "I will immediately issue a conscription order, gather 200,000 people, and let them rush to the front line to fight immediately!"

The general finally got the promise he wanted, so he nodded, bowed slightly, and left the empty hall.

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