Chapter 250 I'll declare war!

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May 3, 1350, at 2 a.m.

On the wall of a colonial city belonging to Ruhn, the soldiers stood guard with guns, each feeling a little anxious. On the huge wall, their existence seemed a little lonely.

The night is like a thick quilt covering everything.

As time goes by, the temperature in the middle of the morning becomes lower and lower.

The soldiers' thinking became dull due to sleepiness and the constant dark environment around them. Their perception of the surroundings gradually weakened, and they yawned one after another, approached the torches on the city walls, huddled together to keep warm.

Although the early spring nights in the southern continent are definitely not cold, people always have an instinctive yearning for warm places.

"Has Leh and Hesut really been taken away by the Bairan rebels?"

In order to fight the sleepiness, the soldiers began to chat and pass the time. A young soldier with brown eyes pulled his collar up and said worriedly: "Really, false? These two places are so far away...

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"What do you do if you think so much? Didn't it be written in the Kingdom newspaper? These two cities suffered disasters first, and then were taken away by these omnipresent cult elements." Another soldier said disapprovingly.

"Didn't Aldera have an insider before? She has been raising her for half a year. It's only a matter of time before the Kingdom is brought back. If the cult really has such great ability, it won't be a cult."

The city they guarded was not too big, but it was not small, and it was about the same size as the two taken away cities, so they became uneasy.

The two cities suddenly destroyed by natural disasters cannot be said to be close at hand, but can only be said to be completely unrelated. Their completely different strategic values ​​and unrelated geographical factors have caused the Northern Mainland to be unable to explain these two from a strategic perspective.

The reason for the sudden fall of the city is that even the people of the Church of Death will begin to doubt the distance between the eyes of the feather snake after a brief ecstasy.

They didn't know why the god of death chose to destroy these two cities that had nothing to do with each other as soon as they opened their eyes. They didn't know why they didn't dare to ask.

Perhaps the God of Death was just a whim, but the extraordinary people on the "God of Death" path had to go back and forth to manage the city.

Therefore, the official in the Northern Mainland can only say that it is a combination of natural disasters and cults... It is not wrong.

Anyway, although people in the Northern Mainland who have experienced more than a thousand years of normal life have never seen Feifan with their own eyes, most of them have already developed extraordinary imagination and give a rough excuse that they will find reasons for themselves.

"But even if you can control three cities with internal and external cooperation, the Bailang Resistance Army and their cults are much more powerful than the Highland Resistance Army."

The brown-eyed soldier was still worried and couldn't help but say something that made others more majestic: "And here we..."

Under the complicated gaze of several compatriots, he muttered: "It's not very ordinary."

There was no follow-up happening for more than a week after the incident, and the kingdom also responded somewhat. People who didn't know the extraordinary had nothing to worry about, but the problem was that just by looking at the map, you can find that the city they were stationed in was just in

The line between Lehlja and Christsut was even pressed on the shortest line between two points.

This special strategic position is what makes the soldiers tremble.

"Stand guard seriously!" The team leader arrived in time and scolded the young soldier.

"The colonies of the kingdom are something that can be taken away by cults. These rebels won't take long. If they really fight, there will be troops sent to station them. There is no need for you to worry about it."

His voice was heard from a distance by the night wind, landing on the plains of the city, without echoing, and was swallowed by the vast darkness.

It is not an important city, nor has it important economic and strategic position. There are only a few hundred,100 troops garrisoned in the city.

But if you really want to fight, you may not be able to fight. After all, the guns and weapons used to resist the army are old products that are at least one generation behind them.

Thinking about it this way, I could barely feel relieved. The soldiers were trained and quickly calmed down and stopped talking quietly. The young men who were not as young as 40 years old were cheering up again. Calculate the time, and there were three more I can change my job and go back to bed in more than an hour, and it will be over once I have to wait.

After a while of the weather, it was almost dawn, and the sound of soldiers yawning again came from the wind.

The team leader was also drowsy, but as soon as his eyelids closed, a few mute and harsh croaking sounds suddenly came from his ears. The team leader woke up and saw a crow with mottled feathers falling on the city wall to rest.

The crow stopped just in time, leaving a back for them. The captain immediately became energetic, and the soldiers standing close to him looked over. The two of them gently loaded the guns in their hands, intending to beat the bird. Take it back and add some meaty flavor to the pot.

With a "click", the gun was loaded, and it exploded in the quiet night.

The crow shook his wings and was not shocked by this slight sound.

A smile appeared on the captain's face, his fingers were slightly tightened, as if he had seen the crow falling to the ground and turning into a meal on the plate.

The crow turned around and approached the torch on the city wall. The smile on the face of the soldier standing behind the squad leader suddenly froze, as if he was blocked in his throat. His face suddenly changed drastically, as if he had seen it. Something terrifying.

"Belly! Belly!" The soldier trembled and pointed in the direction of the crow.

The mottled crow was still not scared away by the soldiers' out-of-control sounds. The captain looked at it intently and immediately held his breath. The gun in his hand also started to sway. The crow was facing them sideways, and he had not seen it in the dark. Qing, now near the fire, they noticed that a large piece of the crow's abdomen was missing, as if it had been eaten by another animal, revealing its empty cavity and rotten flesh.

The crow shook his wings stiffly, and black bones appeared under his wings.

"Dead Bird!" The captain was shocked, his fingers moved immediately, and a gunshot knocked the strange crow to the ground.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the crow, whose body was blown away half, stood up again, without his head and wings, and the white maggots and bones were unable to distinguish between each other in the broken mouth. The crow swayed and swayed. He moved two steps and fell into a torch, stirring up a messy spark.

The team leader and the soldiers were still in shock, and suddenly there was another scream behind him: "It's foggy! It's foggy!"

They quickly looked back and saw that it was not surprising that the fog was coming at night, but they didn't expect that in the short moment when they were attracted by the crow, the thick fog actually gathered into layers of curtains, and dozens of guards on the city walls There was no sign at all, only the city wall and the torches in their hands could be seen, and a warm halo flashed in the distance.

The team leader also quickly reached for the torch, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a heavier on his shoulders, and from the corner of his eyes he saw a rotten lower half of his face pressing against his shoulders.

The face opened its mouth and blew gently, the stinking and death-like cold wind blew out the torch in front of us.

At the same time, all the torches on the city wall were extinguished at the same time.

In the extreme darkness, they suddenly felt the instinctive fear, and they pressed their shoulders with cold hands on their shoulders, bent their knees and the back of their heads, pressed them down, kneeling down in the direction of the plain, with their foreheads close to the ground.

The plains outside the city were already filled with fog.

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A young man with bronze skin and braided hair with a few small braids behind his head stared at the direction of the city wall.

He stood alone on the plain, looking at the city with lights in the distance, with gray and black mist surrounding him. After a while, he blew out a breath, and the bone whistle in his mouth made a sharp sound, silent in the mist

The standing zombies took steps and walked forward.

silly, silly.

This is the sound of dead bones pushing away the soil.

The whistling of the spirit body cannot be heard with the ears.

The dead stood up from their sleep one after another, and the young men with small braids walked in the middle of the line with their whistles, driving them to the distant city, just like shepherds driving away sheep.

Walking to the city gate, he was about to open the gate of the underworld and pass by, the color next to him suddenly became bright, the old man with white hair and majestic hair, Mirera, the "messenger of Death", walked out of the spiritual world and stared at the young man in front of him.

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"Why haven't you attacked the city?" he asked.

The young man lowered his head: "I have made the soldiers guarding the city lose their combat effectiveness, and can open the door and send the necrotic creatures into the city at any time."

"But they are still alive, you have not let them go to the kingdom of death." Mirera scolded with a bad look, but she still maintained her patience, "Stop showing off your kindness of women, stay with women, children and children for a long time.

Did you forget how to fight and kill people?!"

The young man remained silent.

Mirera raised her voice: "Garland Persat Eggs! Don't let me remind you again, the glory in your last name!"

"When you play with the kids, you should remember how your sister was killed for not wanting to give herself to the soldiers!"

"When you get along with women, you should think of how your mother and father were sentenced in public for resistance and identity!"

"When you hide at sea and escape from reality, did you think that the people in your hometown are still persecuted?" Mirera educated her children with heartache, "Her Majesty the Queen once asked me to bring you back, hoping that she is kind-hearted and has the reputation of the people.

You can bring healthy changes to the empire. Do you want to let Her Majesty down on the expectations of Her Majesty the Queen?"

Garland, the "gatekeeper" of Sequence 5, lowered his head and made no sound. After a few seconds, he closed his mouth and inhaled deeply.

He exhaled hard, and the bone whistle that bit between his teeth made a sharp sound that cut through the night sky.

The gate of the underworld opened with a bang! The bronze gate as high as ten meters completely covered the original location of the city gate. Countless vines and arms extended from the underworld and wrapped around the city wall. The extraordinary power made the city wall weather at a speed visible to the naked eye.

,corrosion.

The towering and solid city walls were protected by extraordinary power. In a short time, they turned into a tofu-like mud. The collapsed mud was mixed with some white bones, wearing the clothes of the Ruen soldiers.

The bronze gate still stood there, and Garland's whistle became light and ethereal. At this moment, the gate of the underworld was like a sluice, which was opened and released, which was a tide like black and white clouds. Anyone who was alien approached

They will all be taken away. The dead spirits in the tide pulled out wood from the wreckage of the city walls, lit blue flames, and threw themselves into the city ahead like countless meteors.

In the absolute silence, you can hear the sound of torches in the hands of the undead.

"My dear child, don't let me down." Mirera looked at Garland deeply, "The Angel of Temperance also supports us, don't be kind anymore, child, in the future, your kindness will make more

The compatriots died because of this.”

When Garland heard the word "Angelic of Temperance" and thought of the leader's story and experience, his emotions fluctuated slightly.

"…Entertainment Father, I don't want to kill anyone."

Garland held his whistle in his mouth, biting his upper and lower teeth, his voice a little ambiguous.

"Because for us, killing people is too simple, and saving people is difficult."

Mirera patted his shoulder, and after a brief sternness, he also slowed down his voice, revealing his usual kindness of elders, sighing to the children he raised:

"Who will sympathize with them?"

"There are adults, elderly and children in need of help in the rear. After the city is broken, you can go to the logistics for a while."
To be continued...