deceased

Under the attention of everyone, his scrawny body was lying contentedly, unaware that the people next to him were almost mad because of his silence.

1 minutes passed quietly.

Rhode couldn't help but asked, "He, is he asleep?"

Frank looked at Mundella expectantly.This is his last hope.

Mundra said, "Do liches need to sleep?"

Rhodes asked back: "No need?"

Although Mundra didn't think it was necessary, seeing Frank's expression, he didn't even refute.

"He moved." Hayden said suddenly.

Except for Otis himself in the tent, all eyes were fixed on him again, for fear of missing the slightest movement.

Although Frank has always regarded Hayden as an idol and firmly believed in his judgment, after observing for a long time and still seeing no hope, he finally asked, "Where?" And trembling slightly.

Hayden said: "Finger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Otis moved his fingers in perfect cooperation.

Rhodes said: "Is he re-adapting to his body?"

Mundella nodded and said, "It should be like this."

Liches have always been made of living people. No one has ever tried to use corpses and souls to make liches, so there are too many stages that need to be explored.Otis has been an undead for a long time, and it is normal for him to be unaccustomed to controlling his body for a while.

Frank happily said, "How long will it take to get used to it?"

Neither Rod nor Mundra could give an accurate answer.

Hayden comforted: "I believe no one wants to wake up more than Odis himself."

Frank nodded, knelt down beside the soft couch where Otis was lying, grabbed his fingers and kissed him lightly.If it is said that Otis's kiss before coma caused him to subvert his perception of friendship, then the torment during this period of time slowly cooked friendship into emotions that even he could not control.He hated Otis when he repeatedly gave him hope and disappointed him.Because without that kiss, he would only be sad for a friend, but now, he suffered much more than losing a friend.

"Otis, you must wake up." Frank stroked his cheek lightly, then leaned over and kissed his forehead, "You still owe me an answer, no, you owe me a lot. I want you to wake up and pay back slowly."

That night, Rhodes did not stay in Frank's tent.No one has the heart to invade their exclusive time at this time.He huddled in the tent of a strange nobleman, and the reason why he chose the nobleman to give up the necromancer was that he couldn't bear the stench of the necromancer's corpse.

Hayden had no problem with that.According to Rhodes, as long as he doesn't destroy the world of Hayden and Mundra, he doesn't even mind if he has a place to sleep.

Time is fair to everyone.

It's just that everyone's perception of time is not fair at all.

Some people find the nights too long.

Some people think the nights are too short.

Hayden is undoubtedly the latter.

Just a few hours is not enough to express his surging love for Mundra, so in order to express his love more vividly, he can only keep asking, even if Mundra is too tired to open his eyes, He still kept holding him, touching him, and kissing him.

Of course, when he stepped out of the tent the next morning, Hayden was still a radiant Imperial Marshal.Mundra, who had been tossed all night, was a little sleepy, but he still dutifully went to Frank's carriage to take a nap.

The army continued to move forward.

Further forward is the city of Putra, the city closest to Santu in the empire, and it is also the place where the army takes its final rest, and further forward is the battlefield.

The sun in the sky has gone around from east to west, and the day is drawing to a close.

It was past dinner time, but Hayden did not order a rest.Each of them knew that today's dinner would be served by the lord of Putra.

Maybe a little roast or fruit.

The soldiers fantasized and looked forward to it silently.

Suddenly there was an eager sound of hoofbeats ahead.

Hayden, who was sitting high on the horseback, froze.

In addition to the pathfinding soldiers, there was also a knight who rushed over. Judging from the material of his clothes, he should be employed by a certain nobleman.

"Gregory Danya, the captain of the personal guard, Gibson, pays his respects to Marshal Hayden!" The knight turned over and rushed down before the horse rushed to him, and staggered and fell to his knees in front of Hayden, "Someone attacked the city of Putra ! Marshal please send troops to support!"

Sneak attack...?

Hayden's face turned serious, "What is the origin? How many people are there in total? How is the current situation in Putra City?"

Gibson said: "It seems to be mercenaries! There are about two or three thousand. They suddenly appeared from the city of Putra and set fires everywhere. Lord Gregory and the city lord have led people to suppress it, but the number of the other party is too large. There are too many and too scattered. We can't round them up completely."

Mercenaries in ambush in the city?

Although Shamanlier is also suspected to a certain extent, he has not received the news of the other side's border change, that is to say, it is still Duke Andre who is stationed at the border of Shamanlier.He didn't think this man would use such a despicable method, he was a real soldier, and his insistence on principles had never faded because of war and time.

So, the answer is obvious.

He still underestimated the Pope's shamelessness.

No matter how high-sounding the promise on the surface, he can always use some dark tricks to slap himself in the mouth.This was the only thought in Hayden's mind when he handed over the army to his deputy and personally led the personal guards to Putra City for rescue.

The current situation in Putra City is obviously more tragic than Gibson's description.

When they were tens of meters away from the city, they heard heart-piercing screams and screams in the city.The fire in the city illuminates half of the sky, almost making one suspect that there are two suns hanging in the sky.

Hayden sent himself to the top of the city with wind magic, and saw countless civilians gathered in front of the city gate, howling loudly.The soldiers guarding the city had to threaten them with sharp knives to stay away from the city gate.

On the other side of the main road, a mercenary group of more than a dozen people suddenly rushed over - Hayden could not be blamed for seeing through it at a glance, it was because their clothes were too shabby.

Those mercenary regiments waved their weapons and grinned grinningly, scaring the civilians into panic. They rushed towards the gate, causing the soldiers who were already squeezed to the ground to almost completely stick to the city gate.

It was only then that Hayden realized that the soldiers guarding the city gate were pitifully small, only a dozen of them, and they were not as spectacular as the ranks of civilians.

Although the number of mercenary regiments is small, similar to that of soldiers, their strength is definitely not at the same level.Most of the mercenary group are desperadoes who have experienced life-and-death struggles, and the defenders of Putra City probably haven't seen the blood of the enemy for a long time.

Just as the mercenary regiment raised their weapons high and waved towards the civilians, a streak of golden fighting spirit shot down from the sky, beheading the heads of the three leading horses in an instant, followed by a light water barrier, like a transparent window Like blocking the blood splashing from the horse's neck.

The mercenaries growled angrily.

Hayden landed between the barrier and them, drew out his sword, and smiled indifferently at the mercenaries who rushed madly: "I hope your vitality is not so fragile."

I hope they die more slowly, of course not because he felt pity, but before the army set off, Rhodes insisted that there must be more fresh corpses. Recently, he and Mundra are very tight. Witch Corpse Undead Knight and so on, no matter the level, add it first.The more puppets the necromancer has, the stronger the army's combat effectiveness, but Hayden doesn't want to make puppets from the bodies of the soldiers of the empire, so he only agrees to use the enemy's puppets.

Just as he grasped the measure and beat all the mercenary regiments to death, the city gate was finally driven open by Gibson.

The barrier was removed in good time to prevent civilians from being trapped and injured by pushing and shoving.But the civilians were not in a hurry to leave this time, they boldly walked towards Hayden, "Excuse me, are you Marshal Nafister?"

Hayden turned around, the golden tulip badge on his chest gleaming in the firelight.