Maid is too strong!I'm the villain lord and I'm going straight

Surrounded by dilapidated walls and dilapidated ruins, the mutilated limbs and arms are filled with the atmosphere of killing. What you can see is cruel, and the scene of the fierce fighting at that time can still vaguely appear in your mind.

The air is full of the smell of gunpowder smoke, which makes people's noses uncomfortable.

Soldiers pushed the battering rams and corpse throwers of the undead into the burning trenches. This is the best way to cleanse these filth, and the corpses of zombies and ghouls are also disposed of in the same way.

The battlefield is full of corpses twisted together with skeleton soldiers, some of which can still be distinguished, but more have already been separated, leaving only broken and incomplete parts. On the way, they built an impenetrable line of defense with flesh and blood.

The smell of blood and gunpowder condensed together, and the strange stench was disgusting.

The players suppressed the feeling of vomiting. They were immersed in the reality of the game, and they already had an unconcealable respect for the dead NPC in their hearts.

Soldiers managed to clear a path through the corpses, and were always on guard against sudden counterattacks from undead who were still alive, as well as searching for wounded soldiers they might have missed. Players were the best at this, and they could see the blood bars.

A group of knights hurried past the gate of the Emerald Fortress carrying stretchers. They held torches in their hands. The flames shone brightly in the darkness, but were swayed by the night wind.

In the middle of the night, the soldiers carried stretchers covered with white cloth into the fortress. On a stone road leading to the school grounds, there were solemn knights standing on the left and right sides. They were all in armor, and their sword blades were frosted in the cold wind. Put it on your chest, and bow your head to salute the fallen warrior.

The corpses of the Duke of the North Wind Orengel and the champion knight Heffis are at the end of the line.

Their remains were not covered by white cloth, and six earth knights in silver armor with black shields on their backs carried them.

Next to the stretcher was a circle of Paradise Grass that symbolized rebirth in the Pure Land. The knights in the lane watched the hero's remains. Lu En crouched on the ground with his head in his arms, weeping uncontrollably.

"I really miss the days when no serious guy discussed wives with me." Clement looked at the body of Hefeis and sighed:

"Although I don't agree with his aesthetics, he is indeed a person with a good personality. Even the most ordinary soldiers can call him brothers."

"Who says it's not?" Someone echoed softly.

A group of people continued to move forward until they came to the high platform in the center of the school field. During the day, it was used to treat soldiers. At night, a flaming trench had been built here to bury heroes.Fun Court

"Send the hero on the road!"

Clement stood on the high platform and roared.

The soldiers took two steps forward and gently put the corpse covered in white cloth into the ditch. The flames engulfed the corpse with crackling noises. Everyone watched this scene in silence until finally, the remains of the Duke of North Wind Orngel Also engulfed in flames.

It wasn't until dawn broke through the dark clouds that the flames in the trenches were gradually extinguished.

The ashes of the soldiers who died in battle lay quietly in the trench, white as frost and snow.

The mage propped up the wind barrier, and the soldiers used shovels to take out the ashes of the soldiers, put them in urns and bring them back to their hometowns, and return the general's salary and ashes to the families of the soldiers who died in battle according to the roster.

The remaining ashes were brought to the tallest tower of the Emerald Fortress and scattered on the battlefield with the wind.

On the city wall of the Emerald Fortress, a group of players watched the rising sun gloomyly and sighed. Occasionally, faint conversations could be heard, but they were all crushed by the howling wind on the fortress.

"My lord, why are they sighing?"

Mia stood beside the innocence, looking suspiciously at the group of players with sad faces.

The war is over, and these adults are still aliens with immortality, she doesn't understand why these adults still look like they are heartbroken.

Are they mourning for dead warriors?

What a group of people with temperament.

Do nothing: "Their entourage is dead."

"Oh..." Mia nodded knowingly, looking at those alien warriors who sighed, she only felt warm in her heart and moved a little.

The ugly point of the entourage is that it is similar to a servant.

Whether it is out of admiration for the strong or a mentality of seeking asylum to become a follower.

In the face of danger, they all have to stand in front of their masters.

They usually do all kinds of errands without any remuneration.

"So, if I die, will the adults feel sorry for me?" Mia turned her head, her big bright eyes looked at the inhuman, seemingly brave person in front of her without blinking, but in fact her two little hands had already Quietly pinched the hem of the clothes tightly.

He glanced at Mia indifferently.

For the first time, he discovered that his entourage's eyes were so bright, shining with the light of hope and hope in the morning light.

"Yes."

He touched his nose uncomfortably.

I don't know why the atmosphere gradually became anxious.

Obviously he is a straight man.

But why Mia's face is fairer and tenderer than many girls', and it's also ruddy and juicy.

If it wasn't for having an Adam's apple.

He really might have thought Mia was a girl.

He has already used the identification technique secretly, but the identification technique does not reveal Mia's gender, and sometimes he even thinks wildly when he is not a human being, maybe Mia is a shemale...

"Thank you, my lord."

After getting the desired answer, Mia's eyes bloomed with a more dazzling brilliance, more beautiful than the dewdrops bathed in the morning light.

This made the inhumane look away uncomfortably.

"grown ups!"

"Ok?"

"I will always follow you!"

"Just live well..."

"If I die, I will become an undead and continue to follow you." Mia's eyes were firm, and although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she didn't look like she was joking.

"Forget it, the undead are too ugly...I despise it..."

He curled his lips indifferently.

"Ah? How could this be!"

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The next day, news of King Merton's death reached the Emerald Fortress.

In the nearly month-long contest for the throne.

Meton's second prince finally killed his four brothers and won the throne.

This result surprised many Merton nobles who sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight.

Because the second prince seemed to them a rude and tyrannical warrior.

Apart from being armed, he is not good at anything that has to do with his mind.

Of course they didn't know that behind the second prince stood a highly skilled staff member.

Not to mention that this staff member named Terence is writing a letter to King Winter at this moment...