Shameless rebel!

The words of the Son of Nature made everyone in the command post stunned, including the Druid Hull, the Wind who had been fighting with him a moment ago.

No one waited for a question, and Link turned into a white light, and flew out with a "swoosh" like a magic missile that had identified the target.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, and the son of nature doesn't leave any words."

"It's not Yurien..."

"Shh--"

The commanders were talking nonsense. Grand Duke Kolk was afraid of affecting morale, so he stopped speculating more and more intensely.

"No matter what, it is not good news for us. Be prepared to respond to the enemy."

The commanders nodded and said yes, but they did not let go of their doubts.

The protagonist they discussed, Yurien, the deputy leader of the Knights of the Dawn, is currently experiencing a turning point that changes his life.

The deserter of the Knights of the Knights who were trained by one was enough to make him embarrassed and angry. It was fine if he was not the case, but it happened when he confronted the dead on the front line. This made Yurien feel that he had no face. He was blinded by anger and insisted on pursuing his escaped subordinates despite Bernardo's dissuasion.

After leaving the fortress and leaving the valley, the vast wilderness was covered with silver. The blizzard mixed with the biting cold wind woke up the hot mind. Yurien, who came to his senses, soon experienced the consequences of his recklessness - he got lost. To be more precise, the positioning magic was blocked by magic. The teleportation scroll and the magic pointer that he held on his body failed. No matter which direction he walked, it was a vast frozen wilderness. It was impossible to tell whether he was spinning in place or leaving a big circle and returned.

"Deputy Commander, we are trapped." Adjutant Erie reminded carefully, using words as carefully as possible, for fear that if you don't pay attention to anger Eurian, who is already on the verge of an outbreak.

Looking at the circling pointer, Yurien couldn't help but curse: "Damn the dead."

Of course he knew that the current situation of the Knights was not as simple as ordinary lost. The undead controlled most areas outside the valley, and they probably were targeted as soon as they left. The young and energetic Yurien relied on his high skills and boldness to make a breakthrough. He firmly believed that even if he met the lord, he would have the ability to fight.

"What day is this?"

"It shouldn't come out..."

"I can't find the way back."

"We will all be trapped in the wilderness..."

The frustrated and complaining remarks rose and fell behind him, Yurien's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and he tried to get angry several times and forced himself to suppress them.

Now is an extraordinary period. You cannot punish your subordinates at will as usual, otherwise it will cause a greater rebound. Maybe... this is exactly what the enemy wants to force him to do.

He even felt that he had been designed and didn't remember how he left the fortress. He came to his senses and was already marching in the blizzard in military uniform.

Although no one spoke, the Knights' eyes and expressions revealed the same information - they had great disgust and resistance to this pursuit. Not only were the targets of the past, but also because of the bad weather and the army of undead with huge disparity, once surrounded, they had no chance of winning at all with their number.

Just as the depressing atmosphere was about to reach its peak, the boundless white wilderness finally merged into a slight change.

"There is movement!"

The sentry at the forefront sent back news that cheered everyone up, even if it was the enemy situation, it would be better than dead silence.

"Be prepared for the battle!" Yurien summoned the lightsaber and rushed to the front of the team with one move.

A black dot first appeared on the white horizon, and then gradually lengthened. Yurien waited patiently for a while, and the team was walking skewed, which was completely different from the undead who had no formation but was not loose.

"It's a human..." Erie breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want a fight at all. There was very little food left, and a few people had been hungry for a few days and were marching. Both physically and mentally exhausted. Fighting in this state would only increase unnecessary casualties. Yurien was skilled and brave, and rarely took care of his subordinates. These considerations that were originally commanders had to rely on him as an adjutant.

"It's not a simple caravan." Yurien observed carefully for a while and finally confirmed that it was a team of carriages, guards, and a large number of refugees. Looking at the direction, he should be heading towards the border town of Brenda.

"It's winter in the north, and Brenda is still here. Is the rebellion in the south so serious that it is even more terrifying than the undead?" Erie's heart just let go of it again. What's more terrifying than the undead these days? If the rebellion of the princes has reached the point where even ordinary people are about to flee to the north, wouldn't the imperial capital and the Holy See be able to send subsequent reinforcements? It's really damn, the undead will attack at any time...

The other party also discovered the Knights standing in the wilderness and accelerated their pace. After looking closely, Yurien became more and more determined to his speculation. It was indeed a mixture of caravans and refugees. There were few guards, with only a few people. People looked frightened and kept looking around.

Thinking of this, Yurien's face, which had already been indifferent, suddenly became gloomy.

As he made a stop gesture, a man emerged from the caravan.

"Dear Knight." The young man with a little childishness still touched his chest with his right hand and performed a simple etiquette: "We are refugees who escaped from the imperial capital and want to go to Brenda, the north town. Light is above, and I beg you to escort us for a ride."

Although his clothes were messy and pale, his words and demeanor were very appropriate, and he could tell at a glance that he was not a commoner.

Seeing Yurien pulling the corner of his mouth, he let out a cold snort that made Erie's scalp numb. He knew his boss's temperament, and the man who looked quite well from a good background raised the God of Light, showing weakness but implicitly threatened.

"The Knights are pursuing the rebels. I can't protect you. Brenda is not far away. You can go there yourself." Julian never gave a good face to those who dare to use gods to coerce themselves. He had already had enough of this behavior in the imperial capital, and he did not expect that someone would be sent to the northern border to play with this set.

The young man seemed to have expected to be rejected and immediately changed his words: "We were attacked yesterday, and there were a large number of wounded people who needed treatment,..."

"Wreak?" Yurien, who looked unhappy, suddenly smiled, as if the ice and snow melted in winter. He was a handsome and handsome man with both heroic and handsome face. His always tight face made him seem difficult to get close to. This sudden change made the caravan members, including young people, feel a moment of trance.

The young man, as the representative of the caravan, quickly woke up and saw the middle-aged man behind the knight leader shaking his head repeatedly. For a moment, he felt something big was wrong, even more terrifying than being attacked.

"Your Excellency, you..."

Yurien jumped off the horse with a "sudden" moment, and his feet wearing armor fell on the ground. The metal collided with the hard ice surface. Every step he took made a crisp sound. Even if it kept blowing in the whistling blizzard, it could not hide the sound that made everyone's hearts jump.

"You said attack? In this northern wasteland where only the undead wandered?"

The young man's expression suddenly changed and he immediately realized his mistake.

The corpse poison of the undead cannot be cured. The only thing that can be restrained is the magic of the God of Light. Although the knight in armor in front of him comes from the Light Clan, the Dawn Knight who believes in the supremacy of force is different from the ruthless priest, and will only kill the infected person.

"Wait...you, they are not..." Before he finished speaking, a scream rang behind him. The young man hurriedly turned around. The carriage originally used to cover had been slashed with powerful energy. The person lying inside was inserted into the chest of the light blade that was originally held in the knight's hand.

"Look...what is this..." Yulian's long tone seemed careless, but he had an uncontrollable murderous intent.

The dead wounded man dressed in the same robe and armor as the Knights opposite, and was Yurien's escaped subordinate. Moreover, he had already had a black and gray corpse poison like mold spots on his body, and he was obviously infected.

"No matter what their deserter identities are, you actually want to bring the person infected by the undead to Brenda. Do you know what this will trigger?" Yurien's smile seemed to be a flash in the pan, and had returned to cold as ice. Her blue eyes were astonishingly bright with the blessing of divine power.

"No, listen to my explanation... There is a reason for this, please listen to me..." The situation took a sharp turn, and the young man hurriedly explained, not as calm as before.

However, Yurien would not give him a chance to explain, checked the carriages and the crowd one by one, and those who were not infected were driven aside, while those poor people who were unfortunately attacked last night were ruthlessly massacred one after another.

The damp and hot blood dyed the snow red. Many people were frightened by the scene before them and cried. Some even wanted to escape, but where could they escape? They exhausted their guards on the way to come, and were cold and hungry. Many people were injured. The civilians without combat effectiveness were no match for the strong Morning Knight, and they cut all the pieces like chopping melons and vegetables.

"How can you...they are still alive, how can you do this..." The young man looked at the wounded incoherently as he fell into a pool of blood. His ears were no longer filled with unwilling and resentful last words.

"As the deputy commander of the Knights of the Morning Light, I can. The God of Light has given me the ability to annihilate the undead. Being able to use this blade of judgment is the best testimony that the gods recognize as correct." Yurien, who retrieved the lightsaber from the corpse, raised a weapon regarded as a symbol of the identity of the Knight of the Dawn, and a golden pillar of light fell from the sky and burned the corpse on the ground to ashes.

Ari wanted to speak several times, but he swallowed it in his throat.

Although he was infected by the undead, he was unable to save his life, but everyone survived to the last moment as much as possible. Although Yulian's behavior was cruel, it was beyond reproach. In a critical situation, this was the most correct choice. However... he did it too resolutely, which made newborn unhappy. Even his comrades could hardly agree with his behavior. He glanced at the surroundings. Sure enough, other members of the Knights also frowned, showing clear disgust for the deputy commander's killing without hesitation.

As if he wanted to deliberately stimulate Yurien, the young man resisted the pressure of his hand on his neck and spoke loudly that the Knights' conversation came to an abrupt end.

"The emperor summoned the priest in the main palace to discuss the war in the north. The accompanying Knight Dawn and his subordinates rebelled and joined forces with the palace mage to kill the priest. This was what I saw with my own eyes."

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Chapter completed!