Orida Fortress.
'Tear~' Duke Abel tore a document into pieces: "It's all excuses, there are not enough mature men, it seems that I am still too tolerant!"
This document is a reply from a small town in the south to the conscription law. He asked to recruit 3,000 soldiers. As a result, the small town only sent 2,000 soldiers, which was one-third less. Duke Abel was very dissatisfied.
Unhappy in his heart, Abel felt killing intent surge in his chest, his nose twitched unconsciously, and one hand instinctively stretched out to the hilt of the sword, with a longing in his heart.
He wants to smell the fresh smell of blood, he wants to see the scene of the blood spraying out of the body to form a blood mist, he also wants to hear the "puff" sound when the sword pierces the flesh, and the pain of the pierced. Scream... He likes to kill children the most, preferably little girls. Their bodies are delicate and delicate. Cutting them down with a sword is like splitting a piece of meat tofu.
No, he can't think about it anymore, if he thinks about it any more, he will sneak out of the fortress again to kill people.
His hand clenched the hilt of the sword from time to time, and loosened it from time to time. His palms were wet with sweat. After more than ten minutes, Duke Abel suppressed the killing intent in his heart.
He let go of the hilt of his sword, ready to read the next document.
At this moment, he felt something flashing in the corner of the wall. He immediately grasped the hilt of his sword, and at the same time looked up, and saw a dark shadow standing there in the dark corner of the wall.
"Who are you?" Duke Abel snorted softly.
"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that your current situation is very bad, Marshal." Hei Ying said softly, judging from his tone, he seemed a little gloating.
Abel laughed loudly: "Hey, I already have legendary power, and I am the strongest fighter in the fortress. There are 50,000 fighters in the fortress. Who dares to touch me!"
The black shadow announced a name: "Baron Moraine, the lord of Field."
Abel's expression froze. If it were someone else, he would scoff. But the legendary magician Link, he was very afraid. Not only did the other party's magic make him feel terrified, but the other party's territory also supplied most of the supplies for the fortress. Offended, the supplies are cut off, and the supplies in the fortress can last up to two months.
After two months, the fighters will have to run out of food, and then they will collapse automatically.
"For no reason, how could Lord Field deal with me?" Abel said sullenly.
The black shadow let out a soft laugh, the voice was shrill and thin, which made Abel very uncomfortable to hear. He wished he could rush up and cut the opponent's body in two, but now he also wanted to hear what the other party wanted to say , so I resisted this urge.
After the other party finished laughing, he said softly: "Because of your strength, your strength comes from killing, and you need to keep killing, don't you find it strange?"
Soi Ying's words were very soft, but in Abel's ears, it sounded like a big thunderbolt on the ground: "Yes, what kind of strength is improved by killing?" Even demons can't do this. Recently, I've become more and more bloodthirsty. If I don't kill people for a day, I feel uncomfortable and can't sleep. I was just thinking about the process of killing a little girl... How is this different from a demon? '
He had long felt that his strength was not right, but he didn't dare to think about it deeply, but now, when he carefully thought about what he had done, he broke out in a cold sweat.
When he was in it, Duke Abel didn't feel terrible, but after being reminded like this, thinking about it afterwards, he couldn't believe that he would do such a thing.
But who is this shadow!
"The guy who hides his head and shows his tail, come out!" Duke Abel drew out his sword with a clang. If this guy didn't reveal his identity again, he would definitely kill him with one sword.
The black figure chuckled, and walked out of the dark corner. It was a woman in a black silk dress, with a figure as enchanting as a snake, and delicate but slightly sharp features. She looked at Duke Abel and smiled slightly.
"Ah... you are... it's you!"
Duke Abel couldn't help taking a step back. He felt that his whole body was in a mess. This woman was exactly the same as the glorious Archangel who gave him strength that night. The only difference was the clothes she was wearing.
"That's right, it's me. I gave you the power to kill. I gave you the extraordinary power that surpasses Ferroman. Now that you have become a legendary warrior, should you thank me?"
"You...you are a devil!" Duke Abel didn't know that he had been fooled.
The woman in the black skirt waved her hand violently, with a look of extreme contempt on her face: "Don't compare me with a devil, those vulgar and stupid guys are only worthy of being slaves. Oh~ Lord Marshal, don't worry about my identity anymore, Think about yourself, as far as I know, Link is on his way north, and he already knows your secret. You should find a way to protect yourself."
'Pfft~' Duke Abel sat down on the chair and murmured: "It's useless, how can I be his opponent, he can kill tens of thousands of demons by himself. With such power, even if I am promoted So what about the legend? I'm done, my hands are covered in blood, and he will never forgive me... I'm done, I'm done."
Duke Abel held his head and muttered to himself. His heart was filled with extremely complicated emotions, such as fear, shame, anger, etc., and so on.
The woman laughed again: "What a coward, you are now the Marshal of the Northern Legion, the Duke of Abel, countless soldiers are loyal to you, and a large number of magicians are serving you. Link went north, and there were no more than ten people with him. Man, what are you afraid of?"
"He alone can destroy an army!"
"That's because there are no fighters to contend with him. He also used range attack magic, but now, you are a legendary powerhouse like him, and the fighters in the fortress are all ordinary people. Do you think he will use the same magic to attack him?" Magic against innocent warriors? No, he won't, these warriors are your hostages... Do you understand?"
Duke Abel's heart moved when he said this, the fear in his heart was slightly reduced, and the sense of shame was covered up by anger: "Yes, I am the marshal of the legion, what right does Link have to judge me, he is just the youngest son of the viscount That's all. No, I can't give in, I want to resist, I want... I want to kill him!"
The murderous thoughts that had just been suppressed by Duke Abel rose again. This killing intent was so strong that the surface of his body showed a slight dark red light, and his eyes also turned blood red.
"Yes, that's it, that's it." The voice of the woman in the black skirt encouraged softly: "There is a small town called Greenstone 100 miles to the south, and a raging plague has appeared in the city. You should lead the army to control the plague. There are more than 100,000 people in Li, tsk tsk."
These words caused a deep chill in Duke Abel's heart, and he roared: "Get lost!"
"As you wish, I have already brought you the news, what to do is up to your own choice." The woman in the black skirt retreated to the corner, not knowing what method she used, she looked like a The mist generally disappeared without a trace.
Strange to say, Duke Abel was yelling and screaming, there should be a lot of noise, and the guards outside the study should have rushed in, but when the woman in the black dress retreated, the study was still quiet.
Duke Abel didn't even bother to get to the bottom of it. He slumped on the chair, his red eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the study, but he was thinking about what the woman in the black skirt said.
'Grystone, Raging Plague, Slaying Demons, Link's Trial. 'One word after another swirled in his mind, like a spell, which could never be dispelled.
I don't know how long it took, Duke Abel shouted: "Guards! Guards!"
'Kach' the door was pushed open, and a young soldier walked in, looking at Duke Abel with adoring eyes: "Marshal, what do you want?"
"Go, go and call my daughter Annie!"
"Yes, Marshal." The young soldier withdrew.
Abel took out a pen and paper, and began to write a letter. His hands were trembling, and he kept writing. The self on the letter was very confused. From time to time, Abel stopped writing, looking at the letter paper with flickering eyes, as if he wanted to destroy it. Lose.
But he finally didn't do it.
A few minutes later, he finished writing the letter, put it in an envelope, sealed it with sealing varnish, and affixed his marshal's seal. At this time, the door was pushed open, and Anne in blue-black leather armor came in, Her face was full of frost, and when she saw her father, she said coldly, "Marshal, what's the matter with you?"
"Take this letter and go to the south. Master Link is on his way north. You give it to Master Link... You don't want to go alone, let Canoxiu go with you!"
"Yes, Marshal." Anne took the letter with a cold expression, put it away, and asked, "Is there anything else, Marshal?"
Duke Abel knew why his daughter was so indifferent to him. When she was in Garathon, she had always opposed her killing civilians, but he didn't listen. After the killing, she became like this.
"It's nothing, you can go, the sooner the better! Remember, don't give the letter to anyone except Link, even in my name, do you understand?"
"Understood." Anne was very strange, but she still took the letter and left.
After a while, Duke Abel heard the sound of horseshoes, and his heart tightened again. He took a few steps and looked towards the window. He saw his daughter Anne and Canoxiu riding out of Fort Oreda on horseback.
Duke Abel suddenly became frightened. He turned around in the study like a trapped animal. After walking like this for half an hour, he suddenly shouted: "Come on! Come on!"
The guard ran in again: "Marshal, what happened?"
"Princess Anne and Canoxiu betrayed me. Go, you go and inform the commander of MI3, and ask him to send someone to arrest them and bring them back. It must be fast, and the speed must be fast. You must not let them escape! Absolutely not!" Duke Abel roared sharply.
"Yes, I understand." The soldier hurried to convey the order.