Qingyi went to wash his face, then sat on the bed, doing nothing, just quietly in a daze.

His eyelids were sore. He felt deeply tired. Ever since he learned that the other side was a bald eagle, he had been in a state of thinking all the time, conceiving battle plans one after another. This mental state was much better than using the "rotation control method".

” and “reversed control method” both take a lot of effort.

But in the end, it was still a disastrous defeat. No matter how many times he thought about it, Qingyi could not find a way to defeat the bald eagle. Perhaps as the Bagua leader said, failure was doomed from the moment he chose to abandon city defense and take the initiative to attack.

.If he hadn't made any rash advances, then this war would have only become a protracted war. But...if it had been a protracted war, Qingyi would still have lost. This was just a matter of time, and nothing could be changed.

Is the so-called crime deserved?

After torturing and killing a pregnant woman, you get such a punishment?

But Qingyi doesn't believe in retribution, but the failure has shaken his heart. Maybe... there will really be retribution in the dark, it's not that there is no retribution, the time has not come yet? But if he chose not to do anything at that time

, can letting Gao Fei's wife run away to avoid today's situation? There is no possibility. Qingyi knows very well that even if he is given another choice, he will kill Gao Fei's wife without hesitation. In this way

, the result does not change.

This is fate.

Character determines destiny, and Qingyi's destiny is to become the public enemy of the world.

Is there any point in living like this?

Qingyi looked at the fruit knife placed on the table and couldn't help but think of the word "cutting the pulse." His face was pale, but his eyes became brighter. No, how could I commit suicide?! I'm not a criminal.

That's right! Does it mean that because the world is hostile to me, I have to accept death calmly? Just daydream! If you give up your life for this reason, you are just a coward and a pathetic person!

A bloody mouth flashed before his eyes, ready to swallow him completely.

Qingyi grabbed his head in pain, cold sweat dripping down his face. Here it comes again, why does this kind of illusion always appear! Before, it only flashed in reality, but recently I actually felt it in the game! Screaming, pain, blood

The smell... Whenever the vision of a bloody mouth appears, I can always clearly feel something, and they mix into fragments of a memory... But I have no such memory at all! Qingyi has never seen it since he was a child.

Pass such a terrifying bloody mouth!

Is it because you play too many games? Do you need to see a psychiatrist?...

Resisting the palpitations and vomiting, Qingyi closed her eyes.

Darkness.

Glory and honor belong to the victors, darkness and loneliness belong to the losers. This is an eternal truth.

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When news of the defeat of the undead came, the whole nation of Orquila celebrated.

The soldiers polished their armor and weapons, marched majestically into Aialotis, performed a simple triumphal ceremony, and then returned to Doludivis. The residents lined the streets to welcome and applaud these warriors. The girls

His eyes shone brightly, making the man on horseback feel itchy. Flowers were spread on the road, trampled by the horses' hooves, releasing an indelible fragrance. Milk and wine were passed to the soldiers to fill their bellies. Every time they marched,

Along the way, soldiers blew their bugles, spreading the news of victory throughout the countryside. The children chased their cavalry uncles with admiration, and they established early on who they wanted to be when they grew up.

The old general Lingwini insisted on leading the team, but the guards could not resist him and had to let him get on the horse. However, armor was absolutely not allowed to be worn. The general was wearing a simple white robe today (which made him more

(lost weight), with a straight body and a calm expression. He let the horse stroll gently while waving to the people, looking like a strict father who rarely smiled. Behind him was the fluttering flag of Orquila.

, that flag is so tall, as if it will never fall down.

His Majesty the King was also sitting on a chestnut horse, and the horse's position was at the same level as Lingweni. This made Lingweni very flattered. Although he had been at ease for a long time, His Majesty's riding skills were still not unfamiliar - Orr

How could the man of Quela waste this skill! Wearing a red velvet cloak and light clothes, he looked noble but majestic. Both he and General Lingweni seemed ten years younger.

Suddenly, an old woman stumbled over from the crowd. Several guards quickly stretched out their arms to stop them, but did not dare to use too much force. The old woman had tears in her eyes and opened her dry mouth: "Your Majesty, the undead creatures are really here.

Was it wiped out?"

"It's true." Your Majesty said this, but he was worried in his heart... Those evil monsters returned to the other side of the Iron Chain Mountains, but they disappeared temporarily and will reappear one day.

"So, are we safe?"

"Yes, it's safe!" His Majesty said with a smile, putting aside unnecessary thoughts.

"It's safe! Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you! May you live a long life!" The old woman shouted excitedly, smiled, and raised her hands: "We are safe!"

Ah, what are you afraid of? Look at these people, they are strong and unyielding, they are indomitable. With them, Orquila can be strong and stand today. The people of Orquila are its backing, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Terrified! Thinking of this, an unprecedented surge of pride filled the king's chest, causing him to pluck up all his strength and shout:

"Justice will prevail!"

All the cavalrymen were stunned for a moment, then they proudly, enthusiastically and excitedly raised their weapons, holding up a steel sky: "Justice will prevail!!!" Hearing this reliable cry, the people's cheers became even more enthusiastic, almost shaking the sky.

turn.

At this moment, the glory belongs to Orquila and the glory belongs to Orquila!

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"The undead creatures have been defeated. You know this, right?"

Hearing Viscount Karl's words, Perls was stunned. But the dusk prayer soon realized his gaffe and smiled to himself: "I don't know. What is going on?"

Karl also sighed, sat down, and sunk his broad shoulders into the sofa. He moved his square chin and stared at the table, but his thoughts drifted to the distance: "How can I put it, Bald Eagle commanded it well and achieved almost total annihilation?"

As a result of the victory over the spiritual creatures, Osgilia was recaptured and the Corpse Wetland was once again converted into an area suitable for living creatures. Now Lingwini is returning in triumph with his army."

"What about Your Majesty?"

"According to the clerk, His Majesty will go to Larharyan after the triumphal ceremony to inspect the reconstruction work."

"Lal Harrain? Wasn't he attacked by the ghost fleet and then wiped out?"

Karl laughed: "Who did you listen to? Although the ghost fleet was terrifying, it only fired one shot at the city and destroyed a few blocks. It did not have the ability to level the entire city. Reality is not a legendary novel.

.However, the shock waves and sound waves emitted by the shells were so powerful that many residents with poor health were killed on the spot. This is true."

As if he felt that there was nothing to say about such trivial matters, Karl naturally changed the topic: "Let's go back to Lingwini. He only assisted the Bald Eagle in setting up defenses and had no initiative. At noon that day, he himself died of a heart attack.

He was unconscious and unable to command the army. After the general fell, the morale of the army was in chaos. The army almost collapsed on its own, not to mention that it had to conduct a feint attack on the cavalry of the undead creatures. Fortunately, the undead creatures were frightened and did not dare to fight.

Instead, he took the initiative to run back to the Corpse Wetland, so that he could be wiped out in one fell swoop."

"It seems that the bald eagle is quite talented." Perls smiled, but he was very anxious in his heart: What happened to the Son of God? Didn't he say that he had a chance to win before? Why was he completely defeated in the blink of an eye?

"That's right, it's fortunate that there are adventurers who stole the limelight, otherwise Lingeweni and the military would have even more prestige." Karl was worried about other things. He pondered for a while as usual, and then said: "Your Majesty, for

To win people's hearts, he did not hesitate to go to Aialotis in person to express condolences to Lingwini who fell ill, and even participated in the triumphal ceremony with the cavalry. This gesture is obvious, but there is no way to deal with it."

"It seems that the aristocracy has reached a very dangerous situation." Perls commented.

"Everyone with a discerning eye can see it. After a big mess, you have to clean it up at any time. The nobles are just the fat sheep to be slaughtered. But well... this is more beneficial to us!" Karl took out a golden envelope from his underwear, and said

He couldn't help but open it and handed it to Perls: "Look, someone has lost his temper and wants to discuss it with us."

Perls first looked at the signature at the bottom of the letter: "Sam Montgomery? The big boss among the nobility?"

Karl smiled and said nothing.

"Dear Viscount Karl:"

"Because tomorrow is my birthday, I will hold a small banquet and hereby invite you to my humble home. The time is set at seven o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow. You can bring a female guest and a few servants. It would be great if there is some wine.

"

"It would be a great honor to be here."

"Yours truly, Sam"

After reading, Perls folded the letter as it was, stuffed it back into the envelope, and said with a smile: "The length is very short, but the content is very substantial. It seems that Sam Montgomery has extended an olive branch to you, and tomorrow's banquet

It’s the eve of the nobles’ counterattack.”

"I'm very surprised. Did he find no one to discuss with? He actually found me, a idle guy with nothing to do? I don't think I have that much value."

"Please don't misestimate your own value, Lord Karl. Maybe your title is not high and your right to speak is not important, but your qualifications are nothing to say." Perls patted him lightly.

Flattery.

"That's true. A title like a title is just a gorgeously decorated title. With or without it, there is actually not much difference." Karl leaned over and patted Perls on the shoulder: "Mr. Perls, please come

Come with me, I need you."

Perls smiled and said: "I am happy to serve you."

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(I am good at writing tragedies. I have always believed that only tragedy can sublimate the soul of a character, and only tragedy can make people remember this character. Here is a quote from Chapter 117 of Volume 2 of "The Journey of the Dead" "Adoration"

In words :)

(If you are not prepared to face tragedy head-on, don’t follow my lead.)

(For book friends who are dissatisfied with the plot, you can imagine a more perfect plot that better suits your ideas. If it is well written, I will put it in the comment area (considered as a fan work); of course there is a more

For a quick choice, click on personal space, and then exit the collection of "The Journey of the Dead". It is strongly recommended that you choose the latter, because more cruel things may happen in the following story)

(Thank you for your continued support! Qingyi will fight harder - no matter how many people leave him, the king will never admit defeat! If you want to ask why, it is that he has a strong heart! Betrayal? Betrayal?
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