The discord between the Brandt family in Germany and the Blois family in France can even be called "hatred between the country and the family" at a larger scale. However, if it is considered at a smaller scale, it may not be better to just say "a small friction between neighbors". "He summarized it. And with the rich history of the Blois family, even if an emerging family like the Brandt family were to catch up, it would not be a threat at all in a short period of time.
Therefore, if the Blois family, which has a large business, does not want to pursue the case, those secret disputes that have been going on for many years can actually be put aside for the time being.
But of course, it is the Blois family's own business whether they want to pursue it or not. The first secretary of the Federation certainly does not have any qualifications to comment easily.
Not to mention, the so-called "friction" is relative in itself.
From the perspective of the two large families, the ongoing discord is actually nothing more than normal economic competition in the business world. But for an individual like the secretary in front of me, even the profit and loss in the past year will be a huge amount of wealth that will never be earned in a lifetime.
From her standpoint, how could she dare to use just one sentence to try to make peace between two wizarding families who were constantly at odds? Even if it is just a temporary hand in hand, it is difficult for her to say it.
So at this moment, after hearing the old butler's answer that was almost a stern refusal, the first secretary finally closed his mouth silently, but turned his head to look at Jing in a very embarrassed and helpless way. Willy stood aside.
If anyone in the Blois family can change what the old housekeeper has said... Apart from the current head of the family, it seems that the only one who is the sole heir is the eldest lady of the Blois family, right
"Well?"
Willy, who had not said a word since he stopped, saw the other person looking at her, but she didn't have any big reaction. She just thought about it seriously and asked:
"Is there a high-level living corpse?"
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Since the high-level zombie attack occurred before, anyone can imagine that the same thing will definitely happen in Germany.
No, even because that is the main battlefield where the war is raging, the situation that the Brandt family's frontline team will face will become more serious.
Judging from the fact that high-level zombies were ordered to appear in the southern part of the Netherlands, the number of zombies that may appear on the two fronts in northwestern Germany will probably never be less than four.
As for the specific number of them, no one can tell at the moment - as far as the Brandt family's team is concerned, the Fire Dragon Legion, as the backbone of a large-scale combat force, may be able to withstand the regular army of zombies for a while, but it lacks top-notch combat. The shortcomings in strength made it impossible for them to complete even the minimum investigation when the enemy sent out high-level zombies, let alone deal with higher-level frontal battlefields.
Retreating is the only option currently available to the Brandt family!
However, when there are still a large number of civilians behind the battle lines that need to be evacuated, "how to retreat" has become the most difficult decision for the Brandt family.
"... Chief Steward! Three more defense lines have been destroyed, many dragon trainers have died, and the chaos of the fire dragon has begun to form a chain reaction... We must retreat further to have room to adjust!"
"No! We can't withdraw anymore! Put all the fire dragons into the main battlefield!"
"But, Chief Steward—"
"Shut up! Just do what I say! Pass on the order to me!"
"Yes Yes!"
This conversation took place in the Brandt family's Western Front Command Post, which was located at the very back of the frontline battlefield. However, while the messenger was talking to the family manager, there were constant rumbling sounds outside the camp, and the fire dragon's roar was heard. The roars and shouts of the wizards seemed to be the background music of their conversations.
It can be seen that the western front is almost completely penetrated. The culprit that caused all this was naturally those high-level zombies that suddenly attacked.
"Roar-"
The herald was a witch who looked quite young. As soon as she ran out of the central tent, she heard the scream of a fire dragon that was quite close. However, she did not show any surprise, because she had come back from the front line to deliver orders and reports, and she had long been used to such scenes.
"Bang!"
With a burst of dust flying, a Romanian Longhorned Dragon fell heavily to the ground from mid-air - it was on a hillside not far from the camp. After falling to the ground, it struggled to get up again, but unfortunately it was too heavy. The injury made all its actions futile.
The herald witch only turned her head and glanced, and soon turned her gaze to the western sky again. From here, you can see that countless fire dragons are fighting with an equally large number of flying zombies at high altitude. Because the dragon trainers are unable to conduct more precise command, the battle seems brutal, rough, and extremely chaotic.
As she watched, she didn't pause for even a moment. She just silently gritted her teeth and ran towards the exit of the camp.
At the same time, the mysterious dark cloud had already passed over her head and was surging towards central Germany.
Not long after, as she passed the exit of the camp, she still remembered shouting loudly to the watchtowers on both sides:
"The Chief Steward has an order! Mobilize the last batch of fire dragons for defense. He will sit here and face the enemy with us, fighting to protect his family at the rear!"
She heard a response from behind, but her footsteps had already crossed the position in front of the camp. She no longer wanted to see what the other people's expressions were at this moment.
She only knew that she had disobeyed the chief steward's orders and did not send an order for them to send the remaining fire dragons in the camp to the battlefield ahead. This was a choice that could at least make her feel more at ease.
After all, there are still his best friends in the camp. With such a group of fire dragons assisting in defense, the place may be able to survive until reinforcements arrive.
"...No, actually there is not much difference between the two."
As she ran, her pace couldn't help but slow down. She listened to the sounds of war getting closer and closer in front of her, felt the slight tremor of the ground beneath her feet, and couldn't help but murmur to herself.
Her name is Martina Kruger. She is the last frontline messenger on the German Western Front. She is also the only Brandt wizard who survived and escaped after seeing a high-level living corpse on the battlefield so far. .
But she also knew very well that since she had lost her broomstick and was unable to escape the strange cloud above her head, she might not be able to send the only information she had obtained out of the battlefield.
No, not just herself, I'm afraid no one in the entire Western battlefield can go back!