After hearing what Sally said, Roddy and Kasha looked at each other and then stopped explaining.

"I can tell the difference between the primary and secondary, so I don't have to look at me like that."

Sally sighed, and when she raised her head, the golden sunlight had already emerged from the horizon. The surviving humans finally saw the appearance of these high-elf guards, and many people exclaimed - after all, "elves" rarely appear in front of humans, and more than a hundred emerged at once, which was really strange.

“They won’t be affected by the sun?”

"No, unless you use the Holy Light Spell to directly shine, ordinary people will not see the difference."

"Will there be any flaws if you get close?"

"I asked them to always simulate a state of 'breathing', and they could find problems unless they were posted on and listen to their heartbeat."

"And there are such undead? This is the first time I heard of it..."

Akasha and Sally asked questions and answered themselves, making Roddy, who was beside him feel like a background wall. He coughed dryly: "It's nothing big about my injury, but to be safe... Sally, please let the Rose Cross team be back."

This is a must-do. Sally may not care about the undead, but if any clergy comes out and yells, the problem will be much more serious.

The duchess also realized that there was still a lot of aftermath to be dealt with. After carefully confirming that Roddy's bandage was fine, he waved his hand and made a gesture with Akasha and trotted away - this attitude made Roddy feel a little weird, and Akasha didn't show any emotion, but his eyes were lowered, as if he was worried.

Roddy believed that his injuries were stable, and then asked Akasha to treat the wounded as much as possible. After the little priest left, Roddy had the energy to scan the surroundings. However, looking around, there were only chaos in the camp. Except for the numb soldiers walking around, only blood and corpses were left.

"Sodlor!"

"exist!"

Soderol, covered in blood, ran over from a distance. He was carrying a broken sword he picked up from somewhere around his waist. Several pieces of blades were broken, and the armor was mottled, but he was in good spirits.

Roddy bared her teeth and shouted loudly, which made the wound hurt severely, but he still reluctantly said: "You can't let any orcs escape. Send people to chase and escape down the mountain and kill each one!"

"clear."

Soderol turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Roddy: "Also, let Elvin bring a few living mouths over, I have to ask them why they ran here crazy..."

The casualties were difficult to count for a while, but Roddy looked at the corpses gradually converging and placed in the open space, and understood that the battle was quite fierce. Even if Augustine's "incarnation" was only advanced to level 30, the Titus Knights almost died under the "entanglement of death", not to mention the ordinary soldiers involved...

The local loss made Roddy sigh, but what he was even more worried about was Augustine's position in this incident.

What exactly is this old bone trying to do? What is Tasman's purpose?

Why did he recognize the profession of "Demon Hunter" and insist on killing himself?

Roddy was not even in the mood to see the "mission reward", and his eyes raised slightly, locking on several orc prisoners of war who were pushed by Erwin...

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After all, only a few people are as calm as Roddy. For the nobles who are trying their best, this is probably the longest night in their entire lives.

Catherine sat on the ground, breathing in the cold morning air. Her arms were hurt due to excessive force, and her underwear was soaked in sweat. She shivered from the wind. She gasped for a long time before she replied from the crazy and bloodthirsty state. She gradually heard the conversation around her ears-

"We survived..."

"The enemies are dead."

"Win..."

The crisis of death without life eventually turned into a Jedi counterattack, which really made these people feel like they were in a dream. However, when the battlefield was exposed to people with the light of the morning light, there was no cheer around.

No one can be happy.

The corpses in front of them were piled up like mountains, including comrades who had just died in battle, as well as noble private soldiers who were transformed into undead, and countless farmers and villagers wearing coarse cloth clothes.

The orcs only account for a small part, and more than 90% of the corpses in the camp in front of the mine belong to humans - in other words, this inhumane battle meant that thousands of people died overnight in the Kingdom of Karen.

"Damn the devil's scum!"

Baron Curry beside him cursed in a low voice. He was stabbed in his body, barely standing after bandage, his face pale and ugly - "A villain who only hides in the shadows will be purified sooner or later!"

However, Katherine also knew that such words were just saying: under the current circumstances, it was impossible for the Kingdom of Karen to organize troops to conquer the undead, let alone the royal family has always advocated "friendly coexistence" with the undead, so this time... they probably could only kill their teeth and swallow.

Not to mention these depressions and humiliations, when the critical moment of life disappeared, the grief of her father's death gradually submerged Catherine. Thinking of the current situation of the family, she was even a little dizzy for a moment, and accidentally tripped under her feet, and then fell straight to the side...

"Bang."

Just when Catherine thought she would fall to the ground, a hand that stretched out from her side steadily held her arm and looked at it carefully. What caught her eye was the hem of the quaint but luxurious robe.

When she raised her head, she realized that the person who was holding her was a beautiful high elf.

The other party was half taller than him, with a straight figure, with a magic wand around his waist, and there was no expression on his cold face, and his eyes were as calm as a lake. Catherine immediately confirmed that the other party was the elf mage who laid the victory, and immediately became much more respectful: "Thank you... Thank you, thank you, thank you for this battle..."

The high-elf arcane eased his hand and looked at her silently.

Catherine bent down and saluted, and continued, "That...proudly asked, are you a mage under Lord Roddy?"

She knew that in this battle, the drastic changes in the kingdom power had become a fact. No matter what the result was, her family would inevitably advance and retreat with Roddy in the future, so Catherine wanted to understand the forces behind him more and more...

But the wizard looked at her for a moment, but suddenly said, "Bazz—ithila."

"Forehead?"

Catherine was stunned and then realized that this was a language barrier - she had not learned the elf language, so naturally the two sides could not communicate.

After the other party said that, he nodded and left. Although his posture seemed cold, he was not without politeness. This made Catherine, who had always been known for being "social", feel inexplicably touched.

But not far away, Akasha, who bowed her head to rescue the wounded, suddenly turned her head and looked here. As the "commander" of the undead, she had never heard these "subordinates", but the current situation was obviously beyond her control...

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At the same time, Senna, who had not been sleeping for a night in Pacaro City, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Vissue An Ru, thank you for your hard work this night."

At this point, he had already realized his situation: even if the family mages were wiped out, as long as the Milno family still had the support of the royal family, no one could move him.

So after sending a letter to his father for help, he took the initiative. Even if An Rushi was dominating the lord in front of him, Senna was still not at all stage frightened: "I have written a letter to inform the four nearby fortresses. If the carrier pigeons are fast enough, they will react this afternoon. The first batch of reinforcements will arrive the day after tomorrow, but you and I will no longer have to worry about the orcs."

"To be honest, I really have no experience in dealing with the enemy's things, thanks to Viscount Senna's reaction in time..."

An Ru's ability to judge the situation is not to mention, and she still doesn't forget to flatter her at this moment, but her eyes always glance outside the door - although he doesn't want to have conflicts with the Mirno family, he is also afraid that Sally and the nobles will return and cause trouble for themselves.

Senna knew what he was worried about and waved his hand, "Don't think about them anymore. Those orcs are not stupid, no one can escape."

An Ru swallowed, and saw that there was no one around, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and whispered: "But what if..."

"They are traitors, did Viscount An Ru forget this?"

Senna had already thought of a set of rhetoric: "These nobles, led by Duke Iversa, were in love with the orcs, and took advantage of the opportunity of spring hunting to join hands with other lords of the Wreck Kingdom. Thanks to you and I found the clues and got out early to protect the safety of the people of the whole city of Pacaro..."

"We are the heroes of the kingdom, and they... will be infatuated for thousands of years! I say that, does Lord An Ru understand?"

Senna's words were calm, but his expression was a little crazy.

An Ru swallowed. Although he knew that this was the only way out, when he heard the other party say this, his spine was still a little chilling. To put it bluntly, this is a naked murder and scapegoat, and the charges are enough to completely destroy a family, rather than simply losing some benefits!

From then on, the "Everta Territory" may no longer exist, and the "Russiflon Family" will also become the dust of history!

"Are you worried that they will escape? It doesn't matter. I have sent a letter to my father to explain this matter, and also warned the four fortress guards around to enter a state of combat readiness, and beware of the city gate being breached by these traitors and orcs."

Senna's ideas were straightforward: no matter how things happened, he only asked to nail this fact to death.

"Is this... enough?"

An Ru is also an old man, but she always feels that it seems that this is not safe enough.

"not enough."

Senna narrowed her eyes and continued after the other party showed her inquiring eyes: "So now I have to trouble Viscount An Ru..."

"Pick a cavalry team and take the orcs I cut down to the imperial city and present this information directly to Your Majesty!"

"As long as your Majesty sees my letters and evidence, no matter what the result is, at least you and I will not be affected..."

This is the advantage of the Milno family: Senna knows better the way His Majesty is doing than other nobles in the Kingdom - Charles II, who has never had a good impression of Everta, must be happy to see the "facts" of Sally's "traitor".

Regardless of whether the charge of "traitor" can be nailed down, this suspicion will definitely not be eliminated. For the royal family, the only factor that cannot be controlled is "clean up".

"So... they will die sooner or later!"

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Chapter completed!