Demon Lord

The warm sunlight was projected into the room through the gaps in the curtains. The gray-haired Duke Angmar turned his head, lowered the parchment paper in his hand, got up to open the curtains, and then reached out and pushed the window.

The cold air poured into the room, and the warmth created by the fireplace was expelled.The old duke frowned slightly. The cold made his mind awake, but the message received in the early morning made him unable to calm down now. .

After taking a few breaths, Angmar coughed immediately-the maid Julie hurried over to put on his cloak and whispered to persuade him to leave the window.

"Old ... old."

After tightening the cloak on her shoulders, Angmar waved her hand, but her gaze was looking at Hollier's northern wall. In the light of the morning light, there was a vaguely visible team leaving the city.

"Hope it's too late."

He sighed, and then the follower whispered over and asked for instructions-"Bishop Benjamin asked his master downstairs."

It seemed that this had been expected, and Angmar whispered, "Let him talk."

It didn't take long for Benjamin in a robe to come to Angmar-the bishop didn't say a word, but bowed deeply and made an apology, ashamed: "There are traitors in the sect ... I really Powerless

"Apologizing now doesn't help him much."

Angmar gave her a help, but did not mean to turn her face. What she wanted to say was a cough.

Benjamin raised his hand and wanted to use the Holy Light treatment, but the old duke waved his hand to stop it: "Cough ... the problems left in the previous battles are not good with more divine skills. I ... cough ... I know it."

Having said that, Benjamin naturally will not continue to cast. After a few moments of silence, he continued: "I blocked the news as much as possible, but in the end it was found that someone disclosed ... No way, I can only get the team on the road as soon as possible, hoping that this will catch up ..."

"The plan can't keep up with the changes, and you and I don't blame yourself." Even so, Angmar's face was still gloomy. Although not guilty, he could see that he was really angry. In front of these old men, the dead man and the mastermind behind him were killed a few days ago, so much credit, and we ended up giving him such 'help,' I know it ’s not your fault, but ... ca n’t justify it, really Can't justify ... "

"I'm ashamed that I'm old, and I still want such a junior to take the lead for myself."

Although this is very light, it is so heavy that Benjamin's old face instantly turned red-the feeling of shame made him unable to lift his head.Although he had expected this result when he came to apologize, it was all A handful of people are getting old, and after saying this, their face will be a bit indescribable.

"I do my best, this matter can pass, if it doesn't-"

Angmar shook her head and sighed. She didn't say more, but her eyes were lowered, "Go back early to arrange it, anyway, Everta should be cleaned up."

As if Benjamin was finally relieved, he bowed his head again, bowed and apologized, and then left silently.

After he left, Angmar coughed violently again-this time he coughed for a long time and became more violent. The maid Julie hurriedly came over with warm water and patted the back for the Duke, waiting for Angmar to lift up At the beginning, the pale face was so red because of congestion that it took a long time to recover.

Julie wanted to call back Bishop Benjamin, who had just left, but was rejected by Angmar. Enduring the pain in his chest, he came to the desk, picked up his quill and continued writing letters.

"... there are traitors ... what a shame ..."

At the same time, Count Owen faced the cold wind blowing from the forest, a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth ...

"No wonder you can't bear it all the time. It turned out to be waiting for the twelfth hand."

The stationery in his hand was just delivered this morning. The source is naturally the "Rose Cross" abbey in Hollier City-no matter how confidential the news is, no matter how blocked it is, you can't hold the traitor ...

Because of this traitor, Roddy's intention to wipe out all the "treason" in the territory of Everta completely lost its effectiveness.

Although his various plans are thorough, he can only be called a "conspiracy", but once the conspiracy is known to his opponents, all his advantages will be disintegrated in an instant.

"Baron Soderauer ... 60 knights and 20 infantrymen? This is a ridiculous match--and one named Roddy? I've never heard of such a character ..."

Recalling what was written in the letter, Earl Owen was actually quite disapproved: a unit that was not even a hundred people ... in front of himself, just a group of weak **** that could be crushed to death by hand.

Originally thought that he could avenge Lord Ansadin himself, now it seems that the two barons sent by him in advance are enough to solve all this.

He looked up at the sun, speculating in his heart that the "Baron Soderauer" would come to an end-I'm afraid it won't be long before his head is mentioned before him.

However, such thoughts have not disappeared, and there are several figures running wildly on horses in the field of vision-when they approached, Irving found that the people in front of them were familiar ...

"Ask for help"

"Master Irwin, we need support"

A few minutes later, Earl Owen, who had heard these knights tell stories of his encounter, widened his eyes and even suspected that he had hallucinations.

Sixty knights, more than 130 infantrymen, came back with only a few people in one encounter?

Count Owen was not stupid, and immediately asked about the combat process in detail, and after analyzing the words of these knights, he frowned deeply.

Soderol has established a line of defense in the forest?

Such a thing gave Duke Owen a headache: he knew very well that if he rushed into the army, he would probably end up no better than the two barons who had died.

"Pass my order and immediately increase the scope of inspections around Kig Town, and report any changes immediately-be vigilant when you see any unrecognizable team"

Increase the scope of monitoring and gradually squeeze Soderol's scope of action. From a military point of view, Count Owen clearly knows the art of war.

His approach was extremely correct, because according to news of traitors, it would take two days for those "Rose Cross" teams trying to destroy themselves to reach here. Before that, he could monitor all the surrounding areas and look for all the broken ones. opportunity

Having mastered the initiative of the information, Earl Owen immediately stood in the position of "active trading" from the situation of "passive beating"-however, this situation reversal did not end, and it was not long before the investigation order was executed. The news that came back from the news even made the earl smirk ...

His scout found an unfamiliar team heading in the direction of Soderol.

When the time was approaching noon, the battlefield outside the forest was almost motionless.

The thick **** smell permeated the air, but after smelling it for a long time, the original nausea disappeared. Inside the forest line, the rested soldiers had just had a simple lunch and were resting. Akasha walked among the soldiers, releasing "recovery" one by one on the injured scouts.

"Thank you, Rev. Akasha."

"you are welcome."

The sword has no eyes, and injuries are inevitable. The soldiers are not machines. They have fear of death and will be hurt by the sword. This is an inevitable experience. However, the existence of Akasha has greatly reduced their pain. With respect from the heart, she is extremely polite between words.

Feeling the sincere greetings of these soldiers, Akasha had a kind of unspeakable satisfaction in the past-researching divine art in the past was just a "study", and now seeing divine art saves soldiers, she will naturally be kind I feel I am doing well.

But when he returned to Roddy, Akasha was directly trained.

"Who told you to do this? The battle is far from over. The mana consumption is a taboo and you will not be allowed to do this without my order. Have you heard?"

With such a few words, Akasha was at a loss for a moment. She pursed her lips and tried to argue something, but eventually she bowed her head and put down, "I know."

My heart was aggrieved, and even tears were swirling in my eyes.

"Just remember, hold on."

In my vision, a blue crystal bottle was plugged into my hand, and Rodty's voice of slowing down was whispered in his ears: "Slowly, it will be better to take it, at least to keep the mana at least halfway."

"OK, thank you."

Akasha lowered her hand and clenched this bottle of mana potions. Most of her grievances and dissatisfaction disappeared, but then she found that Roddy's face was always a little somber, so she took the courage and asked, "I ... we are not winning Is there anything else? "

"Go back to mana, you don't understand it."

Roddy didn't mean to explain, she regarded her completely as a child. This made Akasha very unconvinced, but when she saw Soderroll come over with a solemn look, she gave up the thought of continuing to talk, and went to sit not far away and began to meditate.

But far away, she could vaguely hear the words of the two:

"Nata should be here as planned ..."

"... Sent someone to scout just now, but in return it said that there were suddenly more spies outside the town ... it seemed a little weird in a wide range ..."

Intermittent words didn't say a few words, but a fellow with a mixed wound was scolded and ran and came over-this person Akasha knew, his name was Buffon, which was among the two mercenaries rescued by Rodi. One ~ www.readwn.com ~ saw the blood on Buffon's body, Akasha got up instinctively to perform divine magic, but Buffon ignored the pain, his voice trembled and said something that shocked everyone:

"Our team was besieged, and the head of the village of Elsa was also in the team. Both he and Miss Nata ... were surrounded by the sudden emergence of the team ..."

"... Temple of the Templar is useless. Those guys have hundreds of people. We can't beat them ...

"Henry asked me to report and they dragged the chase for me ..."

After Buffon said this, he was fainted because of too much blood loss, and the atmosphere in the woodland was instantly frozen because of these few words ...