At dusk, the piles of corpses in the square were burning fiercely. Emperor Alfred stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the flames that were three stories high. The firelight reflected on his solemn face, making his pale complexion look a little more lively.
"How many were burned today?" asked the emperor.
"One thousand five hundred and thirty-two." Edel replied from the side.
"An entire regiment was lost. Among them was a high-ranking warrior and a high-ranking mage of the Black Guard. These people could have died in more valuable places, saving more Chinese lives." Alfred sighed, "How is the blood transfusion going?"
"Your Majesty, today is the last day of your deadline. Three more families with positive energy bloodlines have arrived here, and now they are all contributing their blood essence. When I just came here, we had produced and injected more than 3,500 bloodlines today, and by the evening, it will exceed 4,000." Master Gandas said.
"Too slow! My soldiers are waiting to die. There are less than 10,000 of them in total these days."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will go and urge them again." Gandas lowered his voice and said, "However, we have already pushed these bloodline families to their limits. Today, it is difficult for many people's bloodlines to condense. If this continues, the bloodlines of these people will be useless tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"We can be a little more lenient with Weber and the others, but those small families are consumables. There's no need to worry too much about these things. The contributions these people make here are much greater than what they do on the battlefield, so let's make the best use of them," said Alfred.
"yes."
At this time, Rodman said, "Your Majesty, there is a little girl named Emma from the Avulto family who is new today. She is quite interesting. Although she is very young, she has proposed a plan."
"oh?"
When Rodman told Alfred about Emma's method, Alfred sneered, "She's just clever. Playing this trick on me only shows that she's still very naive. But you can tell this method to other families and let them do the same. Those useless people with thin bloodlines should have used it a long time ago. It's just that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, when they lose their bloodlines, increase the quota for each level. Sixty points per day for the middle level, and thirty points per day for the low level."
"Your Majesty! This..." Rodman didn't expect the emperor to add to the deal.
Alfred waved his hand, not wanting to continue discussing this topic, and asked, "By the way, how many people have not been able to awaken their bloodline after being injected with it?"
"Usually awakening takes about a day, and now we can be sure that there are about three thousand people who will not awaken." Rodman said.
"These people will continue to get sick for the foreseeable future. And we can't relocate them anywhere else, right?" Alfred asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty. If these people return to the empire, it will surely plunge the empire into disaster. Based on my observations of this plague, I think there's an 80 to 90 percent 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. "Edel, go make the arrangements. I want to meet with these people."
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After dinner, in a hall inside the city wall of Heimuguan, more than 3,000 soldiers who had received blood transfusion but had no effect gathered together. Most of them were depressed. So far, very few ordinary people have recovered from the disease. They all knew that the only way to fight the plague was to transfuse blood. If a person's blood transfusion was ineffective, it meant that he was sentenced to death. The difference was only that he would die sooner or later.
Anyone sitting in this room will die of the plague sooner or later.
Everyone was exchanging information with each other in a heavy mood, asking how many people had fallen today and whether they would fall later. Just when the atmosphere on the scene was shrouded in gloom, the voice of the aide-de-camp came from the door: "His Majesty Emperor Alfred has arrived!"
The arrival of Emperor Alfred surprised these people, and they all knelt on one knee to salute.
Alfred walked to the front of the hall and asked everyone to stand up. He looked at everyone present with sympathy and pity. People were staring at him, wondering why the emperor came here.
"This plague is a vicious attack, using the most cruel and ruthless method in history. To date, the wizards, nobles and I have tried all our methods to cure this plague. However, the God of Nature always makes choices. Not all baby birds can fly, and not all small animals can run. Our methods are not effective for everyone. Some people have been favored by the God of Nature and have gained the ability to resist diseases, while others, that is, you, are not so lucky.
But has the God of Nature abandoned you? No, it is not that he has abandoned you, but that he has made you take another path. "Emperor Alfred spoke with a sense of sacred ritual, as if he was the spokesperson of the God of Nature at this time, "This path is revenge! This plague was undoubtedly brought by our enemy, the Chinese. Now we need someone to send it back!"
When Alfred said this, the people below finally couldn't help but start talking.
He stretched out his hands and pressed down, and the scene fell silent again. "Many of you may fall down today or tomorrow. You will fall down as well. When the plague is about to spread, do you want to be surrounded by your partners and colleagues, or the enemies who created the plague? Do you want the next person to get the disease to be your parents or brothers, or the enemies who killed you?"
"Your Majesty! Of course it's the enemy!"
"I wish they would get sick and die like my brother!"
"Enemy, I want to see them rot little by little!"
The crowd below began to shout, and 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 the plague by virtue of our bloodline, but our enemies will never be able to do that. They will die one village after another because of your revenge! You will not die worthlessly like a puddle of mud, on the contrary, you will become heroes of the empire!"
Revenge! Value! Hero! If you know you will die, no one wants to die in vain. 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, and shouts of "Long live His Majesty, long live the empire!" resounded throughout the room. (To be continued)