On the Seven Towers

At dusk, mountains of corpses were burning in the square. Emperor Alfred stared at the three-story-high flames with his hands behind his back. The firelight reflected on his solemn face, making his pale face a little more alive.

"How many were burned today?" the emperor asked.

"One thousand five hundred and thirty-two." Edel replied from the side.

"An entire regiment was lost like this. There was also a high-level Black Guard warrior and a high-level mage in it. These people could have died in more valuable places, in exchange for more Chinese lives." Al Fred sighed, "How is the blood injection going?"

"Your Majesty, today is the last day of your deadline. Three more families with positive energy attribute bloodlines have arrived here, and now they are all contributing bloodline essence. When I just came here, we made and injected another three thousand and five With more than a hundred points of blood, it can exceed four thousand at night," Master Gandas said.

"Too slow! My soldiers are waiting to die. There are less than ten thousand people in the past few days."

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will urge you again." Gandas lowered his voice, "However, we have pushed these bloodline families to the limit. It will be difficult for the bloodlines of many people to condense today. If this continues, , tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the blood of these people will be useless. "

"We can be a little more relaxed with them, but those small families are expendable. Don't pay too much attention to these things. These people have made a much greater contribution here than they did on the battlefield, so we still make the best use of everything. Use it." Alfred said.

"yes."

At this time, Rodman said: "Your Majesty, there is a little girl named Emma in the new Avuorto family today who is quite interesting. Although she is very young, she has proposed a plan."

"oh?"

When Rodman told Emma's method, Alfred rarely sneered: "It's just a little clever. Playing such tricks with me only shows that she is still very naive. But you can tell other families this method and let them Follow this. Those wastes with thin bloodline should have used it this way. But after they lose their bloodline tomorrow, the quota for each level will be increased to 60 points per day, and to 30 points per day for the low level. "

"Your Majesty! This..." Rodman did not expect that the emperor would increase the pressure casually.

Alfred waved his hand, not wanting to continue discussing this topic, but asked: "By the way, how many people are now unable to awaken the bloodline after being injected with it?"

"It usually takes about a day to awaken, and now there are about 3,000 people who are certain that they will not awaken," Rodman said.

"In the foreseeable future, these people will still get sick. And we can't put them elsewhere, right?" Alfred asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. If these people return to the empire, they will definitely plunge the empire into disaster. Based on the observation of this plague, I think there is an 80-90% chance that these people will get sick," Rodman said.

"I want to give them a chance to show their worth." Alfred stared at the growing flames in front of him. "Edel, go and make arrangements. I want to meet with these people."

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After dinner time, in a hall inside the city wall of Heimuguan. More than three thousand soldiers who had received blood injection but had no effect gathered together. Most of these people are in a low mood. Among those who have been sick so far, very few ordinary people have recovered their health. And they all know that the only way to fight the plague is to inject blood. If a person's blood injection is ineffective, it means that he has been sentenced to death. , the difference is just whether you die early or die late.

Anyone sitting in this room will die from the plague sooner or later.

Everyone was exchanging information with each other with a heavy heart. It was just about how many people had fallen today and whether they would fall down later. Just when the atmosphere at the scene was shrouded in gloom and mist, the voice of the attendant came from the door: "Al His Majesty Emperor Fred is here!"

The arrival of Emperor Alfred surprised these people, and they all knelt down to salute.

Alfred walked to the front of the hall and asked everyone to get up. Look at those present with sympathy and pity. People were watching him, wondering what the emperor's intention was when he came here.

"This plague is a vicious attack, using the most cruel and ruthless method in history. As of today, the mages, nobles and I have tried all our methods to try to cure this plague . However, the God of Nature always has choices. Not all chicks can fly, not all little beasts can run, and our methods are not effective for everyone. With the favor of many people, you have gained the ability to resist diseases. Others, namely you, are not so lucky.

But has nature abandoned you? No, it’s not that he abandoned you, but that he set you on another path. Emperor Alfred spoke with a sense of sacred ritual in his tone, as if he was the spokesperson of the God of Nature, "This path is revenge!" This plague was undoubtedly brought by our enemies, the Chinese. Now we need someone to take it back! "

When Alfred said this, the people below finally couldn't help but started talking.

He stretched out his hands and pressed down, and the scene became quiet again. "Many of you may fall today or tomorrow. You will fall down as well. When you want to spread the plague, do you hope to be surrounded by your partners and colleagues, or the enemies who created this plague? Do you hope that the next person to get the disease will be your parents and brothers, or the enemies who killed you?"

"Your Majesty! Of course it's the enemy!"

"I wish they would die of the disease like my brother!"

"Enemy, I want to see them rot little by little!"

The crowd below began to shout. The atmosphere became more and more heated.

"Very good! This is what I am going to do, spread the plague to the enemy's land! One of us can be immune to this plague by blood, but our enemies can never do it. They will die one village after another because of your revenge! You will not die like a puddle of mud, worthless, on the contrary, you will become heroes of the empire!"

Revenge! Value! Hero! If you know that you will die, no one will want to die worthlessly. The emperor's words touched the hearts of these people. They suddenly realized that they would not really become a useless puddle of mud. Die on the floor of a ward and finally be piled up and burned. The audience was really moved by the emperor's words. Shouts of "Long live your majesty, long live the empire!" resounded throughout the room.