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Chapter four hundred and ninety-ninth the eve of the storm

The fire at the foot of the mountain flickered and disappeared. Roger reached out and tilted the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously. He put down the fire stick in his hand and placed the wooden rack above the fire, then inserted the wooden stick into the fish's mouth and placed it on the fire to roast...

The fire shone the shadows of the three people on the ground.

Erin and Safio leaned against the trunk with their hands in their arms, one of them looked absent-mindedly at the town not far away, one of them looked at the ground and Roger sometimes.

None of the three people spoke, and it seemed that there was no way to start.

They are all students of Ziweihua, and they were once the pride of Ziweihua, but now no one wants to wear Ziweihua's medal.

Guilt, whenever they see the school badge, they feel guilty.

Roger handed the roasted half-cooked fish to Erin, who shook his head and handed it to Safio again.

Safio took the grilled fish and couldn't help it, saying, "Don't you want to say anything?"

Roger said: "What should I say?"

After another brief silence, Erin turned her head and said, "You should apologize."

Roger smiled.

"Who to whom? Knights Templars? I don't think there is any need"

Erin clenched her fists and looked at Roger's eyes with extremely coldness.

Safio gently pulled her hand.

Erin snorted and shook his hand away and said coldly: "Roger, so many lives of the Knights Templar are buried in your hands, but you don't even want to say an apology. Do you still have the heart? Touch your chest and ask yourself, are you worthy of the school badge of Crabbit Flower?"

"If you want to apologize, should you apologize to me first? The glory of the Sankui League and the status of the Archbishop of Kanding City, these should have been a glorious move in the history of the Ziweihua School. Who made them eclipse? The judgment of Kanding City, and who should blame the principal's death on whom should be blamed?"

"It's Augustine, and you," Roger said word by word.

Erin gritted her teeth and said, "We are just being used by others."

"Isn't it wrong to be used to make a mistake?" Roger sternly.

The extremely stern tone made Erin hold her hands tighter, and her whole heart became cold.

Roger smiled self-deprecatingly, then tilted the fire, and leaned against the trunk behind him. He said, "The first one to attack me was Augustine. He killed my fiancée with his own hands. If it were me who died, would you let him apologize to me?"

"Of course not. It's exactly the same as it is now. Who would apologize to a puppet master who deserves to die?"

"The Knights Templars first attacked the Kowtow Valley, and the Knights Templars who chased me all the way to the Dark Abyss were also the Knights Templars. At that time, you should still claim to be righteous. For the sake of the great pope and the great prophet, would you be wrong to kill a puppet master? If the people who died in the Dark Abyss were me and Luo Jue, would you apologize?"

"Never mind. Now you know that your loyal pope is one of the unknown nine brains, a conspirator who colludes with the Blood Ancestor. Even so, do you still want me to apologize to the Knights? Why? You can't kill me but I killed me?"

"Hmph, dream",

This was probably the most ruthless word Erin had ever heard, but she couldn't even refute a word.

The reason why I hope Roger apologizes is ultimately because of her own selfish desire for the Knights and her respect for the baby-faced leader.

Tears fell one by one, and she realized that she had become so fragile.

"Maybe I should have a sorry to Emil. He should have died in the battle more decently."

Roger finally said, covering his clothes beside him, leaning against the tree trunk and closing his eyes.

Under the flames, Safio and Erin both saw that the man, who was less than 20, had half his hair.

The next day, Roger got up early. For some reason, his face looked very bad. He glanced at Safio and Erin, who were still sleeping, and walked into the town.

At the gate of the town, Igniz and Leana were both ready to wait for him. When they saw him walking with a calm face, they felt a slump in their hearts.

I forgot half of the remarks that I was originally ready to bargain.

Igniz waved his hand and said, "I was reorganizing the army last night. I forgot to tell you that the brave soldiers are willing to fight for justice and drive away the disgusting zombies for the innocent people of the mainland."

This is obviously a prepared rhetoric.

Leana said nothing. But the man in white who was ready to go behind her had already explained everything.

Roger's face was somewhat relaxed. He waited for them all night last night without waiting for them. He thought Igniz and Leana were going to fight to the death, so he calmly prepared to accept the crusaders and killing machines with force.

They decided to lead the troops themselves, which saved a lot of trouble.

Roger said: "Liana, take your people to St. Panin, Igniz, your cavalry will be faster. Don't turn back when you arrive at St. Panin, continue to move towards the Norman line until you see the zombies."

"Don't do it directly. If you see an infected village, turn around. I will meet you later."

It has been a while since he left the valley, and the infection of the Zombie God may have expanded a lot.

Facts proved that his concern was not redundant at all. Not long ago, Roger's massacre killed all the first reincarnated gods, killed all the evil ghosts, and also killed many civilians who blocked him.

Immediately afterwards, the three-eyed evil gods, the blood god, and the space god died one after another. Three of the six evil gods died in an instant. The territory of the evil gods that were originally crisscrossed and restrained was suddenly vacant. The zombies that were originally only active in remote mountain villages in the east suddenly spread west at an unimaginable speed.

Villagers who had no resistance fell one after another under the attack of zombies.

This direct attack is undoubtedly a catastrophe for civilians, but it is a rare opportunity for Roger, who is at the center of the storm. The fear of zombies quickly replaced the criticism of Roger.

Under Roger's order, Igniz led the cavalry to trek, from the town of Saint Cross near the Dolan border to Saint Panin, and then to Laogang Village, two thousand miles away. He stopped all the way, but he stopped at the entrance of Laogang Village.

The smell of corpse and blood mixed together to form a disgusting smell that came into his nose. Igniz couldn't help but cover his nose. Through the half-closed wooden door, he saw several zombies lying on the corpse and gnawing.

The person who was gnawed was not dead yet. Every time the zombie bites, his body twitches. The bloody scene made Igniz frown.

After glanced at the fewer than twenty zombies inside, he scolded, "Brothers, slaughter."

"roar",

Before he could finish his words, a roar came from the old well in the center of Laogang Village. The entire ground trembled, and the zombies who were gnawing on the corpse raised their heads.

"Damn it, go",

Igniz turned his horse and left. (To be continued.)
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