Chapter 404: The Feast Begins

In this extremely urgent moment, Roddy's performance was completely inconsistent with his calmness and calmness-he had faced similar problems before and made a choice. But now when it comes to Sally, the old rules no longer apply...

To save Sally, or to stop the plague of undead?

Is it more important to save one person, or to save hundreds or thousands of people?

This is like the question that is always discussed in philosophy class. Rody is not a saint. In his heart, he is more inclined to save Sally after all—because only at such moments can he clearly feel his meaning to himself .

Roddy absolutely, absolutely did not want to lose her.

However, when he was extremely tangled, his arm was patted lightly.

"Young man, you've done...enough."

Rody raised his head and found that Angmar was looking at him calmly—even though his daughter was missing and his city was facing disaster, the old man still had a calmness that Rody couldn't match.

"As the lord of this territory, I have done too many irresponsible things, and now someone is threatening this city, should I just live on and watch you work hard for me?"

Pointing to his chest, he said in a deep voice, "Tell me how to solve the problem, this kind of thing... I should have dealt with it in the first place."

"And Sally... I'll leave it to you."

When a disaster strikes, someone has to stand up and carry it. Rody has been at the forefront of almost every crisis that has happened in Efta over the past year - but this does not mean...others have to enjoy it with peace of mind peaceful.

A warrior never wants to die of peaceful old age. Even in his twilight years, Angmar was still a warrior. Up to now, his fighting spirit has never weakened, but instead burned like a raging fire because of the appearance of the enemy...

"But-"

"We don't have time to argue, boy."

Angmar's words were interrupted by Angmar's hand. He opened his mouth slightly and stood there for a second—then immediately reached out and took out the remaining three "mutated magic crystal fragments", and quickly said: "The enemy's The purpose is to spread the plague in the city square, and the way to stop them is to surround it with soldiers and kill him."

"And if the enemy is too strong, inject 'fighting energy', and then throw these crystals from a distance."

"The plague may cause many people to turn into ghouls. Let the soldiers hold up their shields, wear armor, and try not to be scratched, because once the corpse changes, the process is irreversible. The only solution is...kill.

"

Angmar reached out to take it, and then pushed Roddy away: "Go...don't look back, do what you should do."

Luo Di got up and took two steps back. He wanted to continue to say something, but found that Angmar looked into his eyes and said, "Promise me, if you get through this crisis safely, don't treat her badly..."

"My daughter... I will leave it to you."

"I promise you, duke."

Roddy took a deep breath, then turned and rushed out of the room.

Before leaving the mansion, he arranged for Akasha to cover the team of the Duke's mansion, then switched his magic pet, summoned the "Kudduck" who was guarding outside the city, and rushed out of the tower outside the mansion all the way, and jumped onto the needle-tailed sand cone. With his back, he flew straight towards the exit of the secret passage outside the city.

In the Duke's mansion, Angmar, who watched him leave from the window, slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he reached out and picked up the bottle of purple potion that was always on the table, and said to John behind him: "Go... get my battle armor and long sword."

"Old...Master?"

At the same moment, Sally gradually woke up from the coma.

Opening her eyes, the glare of the sun made her a little dizzy, and her body was bouncing up and down following something. After a few seconds, she realized that she was lying on top of an old horse.

The sound of the horse's hooves was neither too fast nor too slow. Judging from his height, this was not a high-quality military horse of good quality, but the most common kind of draft horse.

How could I appear here?

Looking back at the memory, Sally only remembered the scene after she went back to her bedroom in the Duke's mansion to sleep—she wanted to ask questions, but found that her body was tightly bound by a pile of ropes

"She's awake, Lord Karl."

There was a voice in her ear, and Sally raised her head, but she saw more than a dozen guys dressed as farmers around, and a middle-aged man named Carl, who was next to her, stepped up to her and waved. : "Put her down."

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

Sally immediately realized that she was in a disadvantaged situation: surrounded by forest trails, inaccessible, and she didn't know where she was. These people in front of her stared at her with undisguised hostility—and Karl in front of her immediately proved her guess was right...

"Tsk tsk, this is the famous 'white sickle,'?"

Karl's gaze was as sharp as a falcon, and he showed a smirk when he stared at Sally: "With your strength, can you still defeat Bishop Goethe?"

"The Viper's Cross?"

Sally immediately understood the other party's identity, but this fact made her feel cold... She didn't even know how to leave the Duke's mansion, so the strength of these heretics can be imagined.

She wanted to recite the incantation, but just as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by the "Silence Technique" cast by Karl—this skillful and powerful spellcasting level made Sally's heart sink to the bottom...

"Bring the potion."

Potion?

Carl uncorked a bottle of blue potion—Sally shook her head and wanted to resist, but she was powerless under the opponent's spell, and was poured three or four mouthfuls...

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The potion was removed, and a cold chill spread to the stomach. Sally wanted to open her mouth to speak, but felt that the scene in front of her was slowly spinning. Her struggling body gradually lost control, and she collapsed weakly...

What exactly is going on?

Sally tried her best to maintain the last sliver of clarity in her heart. In her confused eyes, the bishop named Carl began to recite a spell to her, and then a sharp pain came from her head, making her "" "Ah" cried out in pain

This was the first time that Sally experienced the feeling of her "mind" being invaded by someone. She tried her best to resist the other party, but found that because of that bottle of potion, she couldn't stop the invasion of that mind at all.

Are they trying to completely control themselves?

Sally suddenly understood the intentions of these guys, but it seemed that it was too late. The second wave of severe pain hit her, making her clench her teeth until she finally couldn't bear it and passed out...

"grown ups?"

The entourage next to him asked Karl with some concerns. The bishop was wiping the sweat off his face with his hand at this moment. Obviously, the continuous casting just now cost him a lot of energy—

"Huh... Her mental resistance is much more intense than the average person's, but... Lord Faraneer's potion finally worked."

Karl, who has the nickname of "Chief Agent", is good at disguising, infiltrating and spying on intelligence. However, his extremely high success rate does not rely on means such as "stealth", but the most difficult to learn "mind control" among the shadow spells. . In terms of combat level, his strength is far inferior to that of Flack's combat-type shadow priest, but in the field of "mind control", it is difficult for anyone in the entire sect to match him.

At this time, the successful casting of "Mind Control" means that he has gained control over Sally. But then he didn't let the team move on immediately, but brought the tools for "disguise" from his followers, completely changing Sally's appearance and image.

The maroon wig, rough robes, and the "Magic Clay" forcibly attached by spells changed the shape of Sally's face. Except for those eyes, no one would associate her with the "Daughter of the Duke".

In other words, Sally has completely turned into an ugly village woman.

"If you encounter a team that comes to follow you, try not to speak, and don't reveal your accent. When we reach the town ahead, we change our disguise and march as a caravan. After leaving Efta, we start riding fast horses back, understand Is it gone?"

Carl made simple arrangements with his subordinates, then reached out and patted Sally to wake her up.

"Untie the rope for her. Royce, carry that basket for her." He waved his hand and ordered, and then said to Sally who looked confused after the rope was loosened: "Follow the team."

Sally took the basket numbly, and started to follow the team step by step under Karl's order like a puppet.

"Mind control" links the minds of the two. Originally, Carl only needs to pass his "thoughts" to the controlled person to order everything, but it is slightly different from Sally's "mind link", so he chooses to use passwords to control her—

As it turns out... there wasn't much of a difference in effect.

However, just when Karl and the others completely relaxed their vigilance, they didn't notice... Sally's eyes narrowed slightly.

She clenched the basket in her hand, covering the faintly glowing "Dragon Slayer Mark" on her palm.

Hollier City.

Just as the soldiers in front of the Duke's Mansion were marching towards the square, the pharmacist Wembske pushed open the simple wooden door of the temporary refining room, and walked out of the Cambay area holding the freshly refined medicine in his hand.

Wearing a gray robe, he pulled up his hood and was not conspicuous on the streets of the slums. But after walking seven or eight steps, more than 20 people in similar clothes gradually gathered in the alleys on both sides. He was wearing a weapon, and he walked with a vicious aura, which made the civilians give way one after another.

These guys are obviously Wenbosk's guards, but in order not to be so ostentatious, after leaving the Cambay area, the team divided into three groups and went around the city square from different streets, while Wenbosk passed through the crowd leisurely, with casual eyes. After scanning the four weeks, he was slightly relieved.

Everything is as planned, and in less than an hour, the city will completely become a dead city.

He clenched the potion bottle under his robe, and stared at the city square ahead where the crowds were surging...

Let the revenge of the Tasman Kingdom begin here