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Volume 2 [Dark Tide] Chapter 521: A Good Start

When Rody finished the cabinet meeting in Houlier City and returned to Elson City, the Rahiman Kingdom, thousands of miles away, was still immersed in the rain that seemed to never stop.

The kingdom surrounded by mountains has many specialties because of its special climate. Rare herbs and strange magical beasts are often the only ones, and it is difficult to find them in other parts of the mainland, but there are also advantages and disadvantages under such weather. For the undead who started the war mobilization, although the rain would not make them feel any discomfort, the lifespan of metal weapons and armor was greatly shortened, and the high military expenditure made the old bones of the parliament complain to Augustine every day. protest.

Of course, this kind of wrangling often has no practical effect. At least several of Augustine’s important ministers are clearly supporting the war. No one knows how much Augustine paid behind this, but what is certain is that the Tasman Kingdom has recovered Slowly waking up, he turned his cold and deep eyes on the Karen Kingdom.

Yes, Augustine never thought of attacking only Efta from the very beginning, he aimed at the entire Karen Kingdom.

Farther away, there are countries beyond the borders of the Karen Kingdom.

The long lifespan allows the undead to have far more terrifying ambitions than humans. It may take a hundred years for Augustine to make a random arrangement, so for the current Karen Kingdom, no matter how much pressure the parliament puts on him, he is still bound to win.

Just let them bark for a few more days...

Putting down the persuasive letters full of statements in his hands, Augustine's eyes inevitably brought a little banter. War is like a huge and complex machine. It is difficult to start it, but even harder to stop it after it has started. As the initiator of this war, he considered himself half successful.

War is a continuation of politics, and any war has complex and diverse purposes. In the eyes of outsiders, Tasman this time is a simple expansion. But the deeper reason is always known only by Augustine, the instigator.

drop the letter,

Augustine stood up and walked to the test bench beside him, quietly observing his masterpiece.

This is not the king's office, but the one with the highest authority among Augustine's magic laboratories.

As the undead monarch, Augustine's strength is beyond doubt. The stronger the power mastered, the deeper the research and immersion in cutting-edge power, whether it is an elemental mage or a necromancer, this is an inescapable law. However, after exceeding the level of a magister, each laboratory often has many assistants and assistants to assist, because the tedious experiments cannot be completed by one person.

For Augustine, his other seven laboratories did have as many as fifteen high-level magicians and more than fifty assistants, but the laboratory he was in was the only one who was busy from the beginning to the end. .

Because the current experiment involves too many taboos.

One wall of the laboratory is covered with countless pieces of parchment, and the scattered information recorded on it was written by Augustine himself in the past hundred years. Under the clues, on the workbench are the test plan and experiment notes based on these. The slightly random notes record the feelings or moods behind each experiment. Augustine, who always has a calm expression in front of the nobles of the parliament, always leaves something like The results are in line with the prediction. I really want to drink two glasses. , Damn it, I really want the alchemist who provided the instrument to blow up the whole family and other casual words.

This kind of experimental record that will not be seen by the second person can better reflect the character of the undead emperor, but as the progress of the experiment continues, the short text gradually reflects Augustine's nervousness and impatience-until today, he finally in The words the first official attempt were solemnly written on the notebook.

This also means that his long-term guesses and experiments are about to enter the final verification stage.

Next to the mountain of notebooks and books, there are hundreds of test tubes containing various liquids. In another corner of the room, there is a large black magic circle slate and pure black crystal fragments that failed to be painted.

At this time, what was placed in front of Augustine was a black wedge-shaped magic circle more than half a meter high and shaped like a pyramid.

This form of magic circle, which is different from the current undead spell system, is weird everywhere. The dark surface has hollow patterns, and you can see how many layers of patterns have been carved inside-such complicated magic patterns are enough to see Augustine's magical attainments, but the Undead Emperor's face does not show much excitement, he has failed too many times, and he has long since lost the gambler's expectations for the results of the experiment.

Raising his hand to correct the last few lines with magic power, he began to inlay magic crystals of different shapes one by one. After all the inspections were completed, Augustine walked towards the coffin that he personally brought into the laboratory today.

With the removal of the magic seal, a struggling person was revealed in the opened coffin... no, it was a human, but many of the characteristics of the other party had already departed from the category of human.

He has the face of a normal human male, but his mouth has fangs like a vampire bat. Ears are pointed like elves, eyes staring at Augustine in horror, pupils are like snakes with two vertical slits, limbs are long and slender, nails are sharp, and there is actually a tail that is constantly twisting behind.

This tail is very flexible, and it is trying to release the confinement on its body. But all efforts were in vain in front of Augustine. The Undead Emperor controlled the opponent with magic power with a wave of his hand, then picked up the silver knife without any emotional fluctuations, and deftly slashed open the opponent's chest—the quietly flowing blood was contained in the container, and then he carefully cut it open. It was poured on the wedge-shaped magic circle in a specific order.

When the rays of light lit up as expected, a look of joy finally appeared on Augustine Gujing Wubo's face.

Finally... this step has been taken.

The sacrifice not far away had already lost its sound due to excessive blood loss, but to Augustine, it was just a experimental material that could be discarded. And his attention has long been focused on the results displayed by the magic circle in front of him.

Compared with it, even the elders of the council who annoyed Augustine have no value worth paying attention to.

………

On the border of Efta, the vanguard of the orcs has officially stepped into the border of the human kingdom.

Overseer Mugor! Why are these damn humans hiding in those stone houses?

Idiot, human beings are not pastures, are they all obediently waiting for you to harvest them?

Mugel was quite helpless with the IQ of his opponents, but his heart was also cracking? Curse—the purpose of the four hundred wolf cavalry who broke away from the baggage team and rushed out was not to squat in front of the fortress and stare blankly...

What he wants is a good start! It is the coveted achievement of other orcs! It's killing and blood!

Keep searching, we can't stop!

Mugel didn't believe that the huge Efta could hide all human beings, so within a whole day after entering the border of Efta, he almost searched all the villages he could find. Except for wild rabbits, the whole team had nothing to gain!

Do you continue to explore the interior of the human territory?

This kind of thought only popped up for a moment and then was suppressed. Being able to be an overseer proved that Mugor was not an idiot in military affairs at least. The elite wolf cavalry was not an iron man, and the dry food they carried was only enough for one day, so he watched the sun gradually setting towards the west mountain, and ordered the team to stop and rest.

However, at this moment, a human cavalry team that suddenly appeared killed Mugor by surprise!

The opponent was obviously well prepared. When he came out of a dark forest, the rain of arrows that came from a long distance knocked down a large number of wolf cavalry on the spot.

Over there! Kill it!

It is superfluous to give any order at such a moment. The orcs under his command don't have much military discipline at all, and they basically fight by instinct—but the anger that the orcs have been holding back for a day finally found a place to vent. Calling and rushing up.

From a distance, Mugor could see no more than seventy or eighty human cavalry wearing leather armor, each carrying a huge recurve bow, but they were not equipped with the heavy lance he had heard from Sauron.

Is it possible...

Just as he was hesitating, the human team in the distance turned their horses' heads, avoiding the path of a frontal charge, and while making a circle, another wave of arrows rained down. The wolf cavalry who had just made a chasing posture in the rear suddenly fell five or six more!

Obviously, these human cavalry didn't plan to charge forward at all, but were going to shoot and run all the way...

The wolf cavalry threw their nets and chased after each other. It stands to reason that the wolf's short-distance sprint ability is not weak, but the specially trained cavalry team in front of them are all top-notch war horses, and they opened a distance of hundreds of meters in a short time. .

I use their blood to sacrifice the flag!

Mu Geer's nose was smoking, but he could only watch helplessly as the other party fled away and disappeared into a dense forest.

Nearly 50 people were shot to death and injured along the way, but the opponent had no casualties due to the superiority of the horses. The disparity in the battle loss ratio made Lord Overseer simply unable to swallow this breath!

But seeing the forest in front of him, Mugel stopped subconsciously.

A voice in his heart told him that he should stop, but he looked at those human beings who looked emaciated, and at his subordinates who were badly injured... When the opponent's arrow rain hit again, Mugor couldn't bear it after all. Resisting the urge to tear the opponent into pieces, he immediately drove his subordinates to rush forward.

The trees on the outskirts of the forest were relatively sparse, and the orcs were always able to lock the figures of the cavalry and archers ahead, so they followed closely all the way. But when they found that the surrounding forests were getting denser, the light was getting darker, and it was becoming more difficult for humans in the distance to catch up, they finally stopped gradually because of the obstruction of the trees.

Mugor's face was gloomy. He looked at the panting warg and his tired subordinates, and felt that everything in front of him was different from what he expected.

How can these damn humans have so many tricks? Could it be that as a warlord over ten thousand people, my team can't even kill a single human being?

Clean up the wounded!

Full of anger, Mugger felt that his chest was about to explode, but when he looked around, he found that the sky had darkened unknowingly, and as an orc with severely reduced night vision, Mugger felt a warning in his heart.

It was at this time that all the orcs heard the scream from the sky.

boom!

The light bloomed from the top of the head, and the explosion swept across most of the orc wolf cavalry scattered in the woods in an instant. blasted to pieces...

The dignified orc warlord was shot and killed by the floating tower of Elson City on the second day of the war.

I really hope that there will be more orcs like this, the better...

Rody, who was standing on the floating tower, looked at the black smoke, clapped his hands, and said to Camilla beside him: Not bad, this is a good start, right? Well, it should be. By the way, let's have dinner together Celebrate with a glass of wine…”

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