A fragile covenant was temporarily signed, and then a huge map of Brittania was laid on the wooden table in the abandoned villa.

The great wizard of the undead, Kemler stretched out his dirty hands, his hands were as dry as shriveled branches, with slender fingers and long nails, and the nails were filled with oil, which seemed quite disgusting to Mathubard.

On the contrary, Kemler was also ridiculous about Mathubad's pink face, carefully decorated corners and ritual actions. In the eyes of the wizard of the necromancer, only magic and power in the world are the true meaning of everything, the ultimate goal of pursuit, and the rest are all illusions.

For the sake of strength, Kemler doesn't mind taking refuge in Chaos himself, it's just a way to gain strength.

The allies with their own worries finally stood in front of the map and looked at the current situation.

The situation left for vampires is already quite dangerous. Musilon is like an isolated island in the vast ocean. Since the age of the former kings, the Brittans have built an entire epidemic prevention belt along Musilon. These epidemic prevention belts composed of castles and walls may not completely block Musilon's undead army on the cursed land, but it is enough to allow Mathubad's army to spend a lot of effort to break through the defense line and to let the entire Knight Kingdom know the trends as soon as possible.

Therefore, Mathubad could not easily mobilize Musilon's undead army. At the beginning, the main combat power of the troops was still dependent on Kemler's ancient tomb legion.

"If possible, I really hope to go westward and attack Bastogne directly." The great wizard of the undead reached out and pointed at the Castle of Bastogne not far west of the Blackstone stronghold. On the tall stone hill, Duke Pelchmond and his Red Dragon family were living here.

"At present, attacking Bastogne is not a wise choice." Mathubad shook his head: "The Principality of Bastogne is a very special place. It is the dragon-growing place of the country of Britannia, where there are the most Holy Grail pilgrims and expeditionary knights. There are fake family heraldic emblems about Arthur that can make a real heraldic master dizzy. Moreover, over the years, the south of Britannia has continued to flourish and become stronger. Seeing the quota tax reform carried out by Count Ryan Macado, many dukes have learned to implement reforms in the name of the Bichin in the Lake. Among them, Bastogne is in full swing. I dare say that if we go south at this time, both the knights and the serfs will definitely pick up the guys and fight us to the death."

"What's wrong with it? The more dead we can revive the dead in large quantities and form a new army." After hearing Duke Musilon's words, the great wizard of the Dead was already aware of it, but Kemler was determined to test Mathubard's ability, so he pretended to be surprised and said, "This is in line with our plan."

After hearing Kemler's words, Mathubad immediately understood that this was Kemler's temptation. As a former Brittanian knight and Akhan's godson, Mathubad knew this country very well. He continued quietly: "Yes, yes, when you resurrect a certain number of dead people, you will face Ryan and François, and the coalition of the dwarf clan. In addition to the Duke of Pelchmond and his Brotherhood of the Red Dragon Knights, I think your burial legion is not enough to take on this important task. I have no intention of belittle you, Lord Kemler, but I still want to say that we have a better choice."

The undead alliance has just been established, and Matthewbad and Kemler still need each other. Matthewbad also knows that he must get some practical information, otherwise it will be difficult to gain Kemler's trust.

"A better option? We can go south to attack Paraon, or north to attack Montford." Kemler strode past behind Marthurbad, his noisy staff chatting about something.

"This country was seriously consumed due to the chaos invasion at the beginning of last year, among which the north of the kingdom was the most serious. Leonard not only fell into internal rupture, but its productivity was also severely regressed. The new Duke of Aldreard was already in a state of rebellion to eliminate the serfs. It was almost impossible for the Duchy of Connet and Le Anguran to cross the Yaden Forest." Mathubad's fingers moved along the gray mountains: "So, we have two ideal offensive targets."

"Monteford, or Gisoleox." Kemler's deep eyes moved along the gray mountains, and he whispered: "But if you fight like this, you sure you won't attract reinforcements from Bastogne?"

"As long as the speed is fast enough, it won't." Matthewbad pointed to the border between Gisoleox and Montfort and Bastogne, and his mouth curled up: "In history, the relationship between these three principalities has been very poor. The Principality of Montfort and the Principality of Gisoleox covet the vast plains of Bastogne, so although there was no large-scale war between the two sides, the sporadic conflicts between the Barons and Viscounts never stopped. As long as we move fast enough, the pride and arrogance of the knights doomed them to no time to reinforce each other."

"Very good." Kemler expressed satisfaction with Marthurbard's plan. The Undead Wizard raised his head and looked at him.

What he saw was a black knight with hatred and resentment, and Kemler liked such an ally.

In Mathubard's eyes, what he saw was a great wizard with strong hatred and greed.

"So...what is your decision?" Matthewbad signaled that it was time for Kemler to make the decision.

"I agree with your decision to start north and then south. We will take the lead in attacking Britannia off guard." Kemler smiled, his old and shriveled laughter resounded throughout the abandoned villa. The great wizard of the Dead took a few steps first, then turned back immediately, and pointed to Mathubard, who was behind him: "You have provided me with a good advice, the godson of the Lich King."

"Then we can prepare to attack Gisoleox..." Marthubard said subconsciously.

"Gisoleox? No, we won't attack Gisoleox!" Kemler rudely refuted Mathubard's suggestion: "My burial army and I will not attack there for the time being."

"???" Mathubard frowned slightly. He had given two locations, the Principality of Montfort was not a good target of attack. The Principality of Montfort was hardly a good target of attack. The Principality of Montfort had almost no farmland, and its income was dependent on grazing and tariffs, as well as mines in the Gray Mountains. In this case, almost every lord of the Principality of Montfort built solid castles along the Gray Mountains to monitor the roads and control the ranch: "Can you tell me the reason?"

"The reason is...I am the one who decides where to hit!" Kemler walked to Mathubard, staring at the wrinkled face under the wizard's hat with a wrinkled face, who looked not very good-looking: "Learn to adapt to your role, Akhan's godchild, your task is to assist me, not to order me, do it well."

"...Of course, since you decide so, then do it." Marthurbad's face was gloomy and he nodded in agreement at last: "My army and I will assist you. No matter where you plan to attack, I will do my best."

"You'd better do this." The great wizard of the undead stared at Duke Musilon for a while, and then turned his eyes away after confirming that he had no other thoughts: "Very good, let's go back and prepare for war now. My burial army will bring a catastrophe to this world, starting from the Principality of Montfort."

"Since that's the case, I will take my leave first. Lord Kemler, when you are ready, I will lead my army from Musilon to support you." Mashubad lowered his posture, and he bowed gently politely: "Don't forget our agreement."

"Yes." Kemler tightened his noisy skull staff. The crow at the tip of the staff screamed a few times. The strong undead magic surrounded him and dissipated in a mist full of death and corpse scent.

"So arrogant and rude." A vampire lord behind Mathhubard walked up, his voice full of anger: "The great wizard who doesn't even have a title, wandered in the gray mountains like a dog for many years. He has been so arrogant, and I feel we must teach him some lessons, my Duke."

"Let's teach you, but not now." Mashubad was very calm. After many failures, the young man grew up very quickly. His blue eyes were filled with a strange smile: "Now, Kemler and I are still ally to advance and retreat for the time being. We need each other. We are compatriots, brothers and comrades-in-arms. No matter how bad we are, they are allies with each other. He and I must unite and work together to fight against the Knights. My relationship with him is beneficial if we share the same interests."

"Your will is the criterion for my actions, my duke." The vampire lord was named Hal Harris. If Ryan was here, he would immediately discover that he was the Marinburg merchant Gab Newell, who was named Ryan, and after Akhan left, the vampires of Murcillon allegiance to Mathhubard.

Vampires are all 25 boys. I don’t know how loyal these people are, but I think they will definitely not be too many.

After thinking for a while, Matthewbad continued: "Since Kemler decided to attack Montford, we just need to cooperate with each other and prepare to go back and summon the army."

"We really have to cooperate with each other? My Duke? Na Kemler is so arrogant. He will be our strong enemy in the future!" The vampire lord was a little reluctant. It screamed: "We should guard against him one step, at least, not let him win so easily."

"No, this time we must help Kemler with all our strength, even if there is no benefit, we must help him." Mathubad once again rejected Harris' suggestion and frowned: "Now Musilon has become an isolated city, we must rely on the Guthorn Legion to open up the situation for us. Every victory of Kemler will accelerate the eyes of the Cavaliers and the Bichi in the Lake from Musilon. This is exactly what we need. On the premise of this, we must help him with all our strength...at least it is necessary for now."

"Do you need to contact the Lich King?" Harris continued.

"No." Mathubad lowered his head and thought about the problem. Lich King Akhan is currently searching for traces of the Witchcraft Crown in the southern evil lands and the princes of the border. Manfred is leading a large undead legion to attack the Scarven City, and the Sword of Nagas is within the Scarven City.

"Prepare for the plan." Mathubard no longer thought about it, and he signaled that his men could prepare to leave.

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In the golden autumn season, the old world, Brittany, the Earl of Glamorgan.

Ryan was riding his pure-blooded elves war horse grapes to patrol his territory. His army was temporarily disbanded except for the dwarves and knights. The soldiers were busy going home for autumn harvest. This year is another good year for harvest. Golden grains filled the barns, and everyone had smiles on their faces. Groups of children were playing and playing in the countryside.

The serfs used trolleys or loads to transport food. First, the lake god prophets under Mogianna collected tithes taxes, and then the tax officials of Ryan collected fixed taxes. After these two taxes were paid, the remaining grain belonged to the serfs themselves.

A carriage transportation industry emerged in the territory. Some serfs began to change their appearance and became carriage drivers, shouting for business. Ryan even saw that some serfs had begun to hire people to help them harvest food. Markets were gradually forming in the villages. Some vendors carriages transported fruits and meat, and lamp oil was hawking along the way of the villages. Some dwarves of the Angronde clan also joined their ranks and sold dwarves' farm tools and daily necessities.

There are more and more windmills and waterwheels in the territory. Some Ryan's craftsmen have not had time to build waterwheels. The serfs even raise money to hire dwarves to help them build waterwheels first. Some serfs who have learned their skills choose to move into the city and rely on their own skills and skills to make a living, or open shops in the city and work for knights or merchants. They gradually gain wealth and higher social status through their hard work.

An emerging class is sprouting, collectively known as the free people, representing the enterprising collective among the serfs who long to change their destiny, who are gradually becoming the glue that fills the insurmountable gap between the serfs and the nobles.

The oracle of the fairy in the lake brought great hope to this emerging class. Every enterprising serf realized that if he wanted to become a free citizen or even a knight master, he had to go to the battlefield to make military achievements. Therefore, while they bought a complete set of soldiers' equipment and weapons for themselves, they would never return to the countryside to work hard. There was no farmland in the town, but there was opportunities.

"It's a prosperous rural scene. In the past few years, the number of free people has increased from a few hundred at the beginning to two thousand now." Lyn looked at the hot harvest scene and the smiles on the serfs' faces. He said to Sulia beside him: "There will be more in the future. If this continues, my army will gradually get out of production."

"Pharmacist, armor maker, bow maker, winemaker, scribe, carpenter, drawing master, gem cutter, musketsmith, herb vendor, vendor, shipbuilder, blacksmith, stonemason, tailor and weapon craftsman, in your territory, I can see almost all the craftsmen in the whole old world." Sulia raised her chin, and the countess threw a charming look at Ryan and said in a delicate manner: "Ryan~ You are still doing well, and it has not been in vain for my trust~"

After saying that, the female knight stretched out her hand and covered her mouth and sneered in a low voice: "It's interesting~ It's so interesting. Now the Duke of the whole country is secretly learning about your reforms. You are injecting a fresh blood into this country and bringing a fresh atmosphere. Well done."

"???" Ryan felt strange in his heart, and he asked tried hard: "Sulia? What's wrong with you? This is not like you."

"Oh? Why doesn't this look like me? Am I your beloved wife?" The female knight kept chuckling. She rode the pure blood elf and went to Ryan, saying in his ear: "Or, do you like me to be more serious?"

"You..." Ryan's face slowly turned dark: "You are not Suriya!"

"Hahahaha~ I was discovered, this is a reward for you~" The female knight patted her plump breast with great interest, making her jump. She gently kissed Ryan's face: "This is a deposit, wait, and let's talk about it when we get to my tower."

"What's wrong? What happened?" Ryan was keenly aware of the problem.

"The situation has changed, my champion." "Sulia"'s face also became serious: "Go to my tower and let's talk in detail."
Chapter completed!