Northeastern region of Orquila, Osgilia, City Lord's Palace.

The night is already deep.

As a first-class city near the Iron Chain Mountains, Osgilia has a unique status. As the city management center, the City Lord's Mansion is naturally heavily guarded. Outside the high wall, each guard holds his head up like an eagle, his eyes alert.

to catch all the disturbances; inside the high wall, teams of soldiers in uniform salute each other and complete the handover of patrols.

In the meeting hall of the city lord's palace, several people were sitting around the table. The only candlestick was not enough to illuminate their faces. Ruoyouruowu pressure radiated from them, actually forcing the candle to remain motionless, even if the window

A cool breeze was blowing. Darkness covered their faces, but perhaps their expressions were deeper and more dangerous than the darkness.

There was naturally a plate of fresh fruit placed next to the candlestick, but no one reached out. It was so strange - you must know that during the "lost five years", the fruit trees in Orquila had not grown well, and all the fruits that appeared were

It was created by magic and was extremely precious. The atmosphere was dry and no one spoke, as if the first person to speak would be hanged.

"McQueen is gone." After all, someone broke the dull atmosphere. The speaker was a man sitting on a chair, his left elbow resting on the armrest, his fist supporting the side of his face, his posture and tone were extremely casual. Although he

Wearing casual clothes, he looked like a crowd of people, but he was sitting on the left side of the head of the table. He was the second most distinguished person at the table.

"I also lost contact with Missionary Woody. Cough, cough..." The person sitting on the right side of the table was wearing a sacrificial robe, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed violently several times before he could breathe again.

: "I have a bad feeling. Cough."

The person at the head of the table pondered for a long time. Seeing that both the left and right people had spoken, he leaned forward and said in a slightly tired tone: "I heard that Battalion Commander McQueen violated the military order and went back to his hometown privately? Is he afraid of punishment?

so--"

"Although he is reckless, he is not the kind of person who ignores his own responsibilities, Lord Carl. I can guarantee this." The man on the left spread out the hand holding his cheek and expressed his objection.

He quickly closed his fist and continued to support the left side of his face. Could it be that if he relaxed for a moment, his head would fall off?

"Yes, of course you know your subordinates, Captain Stitch..." The man known as "Lord Carl" smiled bitterly and tapped the edge of the table with his finger wearing a ruby ​​ring: "The problem is, if Mai

Battalion Commander Kun is not absconding out of fear of crime, so what can hold him back in Olquila?"

The person on the right side of the table coughed heavily. His voice was extremely weak, and he was about to die: "Woody...cough, Woody..."

"Maybe he's helping the villagers at the foot of the mountain move? Who knows what a bad guy like him would do." The man known as "Captain Stitch" yawned and grabbed an apple in his right hand.

When you eat it, one mouthful after another, the sound is crisp and clear.

but……

He maintained a lazy posture, leaning on the chair. Even if he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch the fruit, right? But he just took an apple in front of everyone's eyes, and no one could see his movements clearly.

After eating all the apples in a few strokes (he didn't even miss the core), Captain Stitch tilted his upper body and leaned on the table. Under the candlelight, his face was handsome, but intimidating.

His face is exactly like the judgment angel in the church mural. The reason why it is intimidating is all because of the dark eye patch. A scar under the eye patch that cannot be covered up makes him even more ferocious. Even if he learns

Bards usually have their long blond hair neatly combed behind their heads, and no children would dare to approach them.

As he revealed his face, the candle flame flickered for a moment.

"If McQueen is not dead, he will definitely come back to me." Captain Stitch said every word, staring at Lord Carl with one eye. "So, he is dead. I can guarantee this."

Lord Carl pondered for a long time before sighing: "So, who killed Battalion Commander McQueen?"

"Cough, cough! Missionary Woody... also disappeared at about the same time, cough..." The man on the right side of the head is not dead yet. His handkerchief is stained with bright red, which is shocking.

"City Lord, even if you ask me so many questions, I can't answer them. Why don't you ask your chief of staff?" Captain Stitch lay on the table like a boneless man, and put it down with a random finger.

I don't know who he wants to point at.

"Okay, Bambi, tell me what you think."

The thin man who was named by Lord Carl stood up and greeted everyone before sitting down. His hair was sparse, his eyes were deep-set, and his cheeks were thin. He looked miserable; although he was wearing a piece of clothing made of pretty good material,

But it looked like it was borrowed from someone else. He said in a hoarse voice: "I think... cough, sorry."

After picking up the cup and taking a sip of water, Bambi raised his hand and pinched his throat before continuing: "I think Battalion Commander McQueen was killed by undead creatures. According to Bishop Vinnie, former Sarah Monroe

The kingdom has spawned a large number of undead creatures, and we have to pay attention to this."

"Oh, Bishop Pooh!" Captain Stitch raised his head slightly, as if he had just discovered it, and shouted to the person sitting opposite him with "surprise": "You must be able to give a good opinion.

wrong?"

Bishop Vinnie, who was sitting on the right side of the table, put away his handkerchief with a wry smile and tilted his upper body slightly: "Ahem, yes, I think this is a crime committed by undead creatures." He has a fairly straight face and a bridge of nose.

He was tall, but unfortunately his face was pale due to illness, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. His lips were red, a bit sickly red, as if they had been repeatedly soaked with blood. He was wearing a sacrificial robe, with cuffs

There are complicated golden brocades on the neckline and neckline, and if you look closely, there are countless images of angels and saints.

Lord Karl pondered for a while, and it was not until Captain Stitch took away the second apple that he spoke: "Then, I would like to hear the details."

"In the 'Doomsday Confrontation' five years ago, well, the Salamoneros left in a fleet, but tens of millions of citizens were still killed. Salamonero became the country with the highest death rate among the continental countries.

Country. Cough cough! Cough... The grievances of these citizens before they died accumulated and became a cloud of death air. Under the high concentration of death air - cough - under the cloud, it is very easy to breed undead creatures, and their bodies will not

If they continue to age, they don't need food, they are tireless, and they... cough, cough, they won't get sick."

"If there is such an army, then there is no need to worry about logistics." Captain Stitch said lazily, sucking his fingers dipped in apple juice.

"Based on the calculations of the Pope and the Archbishop, we have reason to believe that, ahem... During the 'lost five years', the undead creatures slowly grew in Salamonro and had their own cities, organizations, and even...

army."

"Is such a thing possible?!" This time Lord Karl did not ponder, but asked excitedly. He has a square face that looks simple and honest, but it is paired with the mustache that the nobles love most, and he also sprinkles some on his face.

He is white and very nondescript. He is tall and his fingers are as thick as carrots. It is really difficult for him to squeeze into this armchair.

Bishop Winnie nodded: "The archbishops also have in-depth research on undead creatures, which is absolutely certain. As long as these dirty sinners are given enough time, they will spontaneously organize and grow. The strongest undead creatures among them are called

'King of the Undead', it can command the undead creatures to expand and invade."

"So, in order to expand, these dead creatures crossed the Iron Chain Mountains and invaded Orquila? And today they are so bold that they want to invade Osgilia?" Captain Stitch asked. "Guys who won't die.

Well... At this time, it would be better to send adventurers who are also not afraid of death."

"But the adventurers are doing trial missions on another continent and still can't come back." Thin Bambi interjected.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chief of Staff." Captain Stitch buried his head in his arms again, leaving only his two eyes exposed.

After a period of hysterical coughing, Bishop Pooh, like Captain Stitch, lay on the table and weakly said: "The archbishops sent me and several priests to deal with the living dead incident... I should have gone there too,

But unfortunately, his old illness relapsed, cough! Missionary Woody went there alone, first... cough, I shouldn't have let him go..."

After a long pause, Lord Carl glanced at everyone: "So, what kind of defensive actions should we take?"

Bishop Pooh opened his mouth to speak when a guard rushed into the meeting hall with a panic on his face: "Lord, there are moving skeletons in the city! Many, many!"
Chapter completed!