"Didn't you say it wouldn't think?"

In Thassarian's tent, Arthas was furious with the intermittent words of the undead infantryman Rured, who looked at Thassarian, hoping that the lieutenant in front of him would give him an explanation.

Thassarian said to the prince sincerely:

"Your Highness, it really doesn't think, it only passively accepts orders, and then executes orders, its thinking is crippled, the High Elf mage told me that it doesn't have a complete soul! But this information, Your Highness, is like a kind of soul imprint, and the mage said that this information is engraved in the soul of Rurid, and whether it is wise or not, it can say this information instinctively. ”

"How can you describe it..."

Thassarian, a big-headed soldier from the Tirisfa region, didn't have much ink in his stomach, and he struggled to come up with an adjective, but couldn't figure it out.

"You mean, Rured's brain is like a book, it can remember limited information, but it doesn't think actively, and only outside intervention can make it react, right?"

A cold voice sounded outside the tent, and Arthas looked up to see a frosty Gianna walking into the tent, and one of the archmages was obviously extremely accurate, and Thassarian nodded to His Royal Highness the Prince while peeking at Gianna's pretty face.

"Yes, Your Highness, it is this beautiful and noble mage lady who said it, it is very accurate."

"Stand out, soldier!"

Gianna ignores Thassarian's flattery, she hates all the undead since Tyrion gave her an "unforgettable" night, but she becomes interested in the undead infantry in front of her... To be precise, it was the information stored in its mind, and it became interested.

"I'll check how safe it is."

As he spoke, the archmage infiltrated his magic into the body of the undead infantry, an action that immediately caused Rurid to resist, but Thassarian said in due time:

"Go to sleep!"

"Huh"

The glint in Rured's eyes immediately dissipated, and the whole person froze in place, and after a moment, Gianna, who had withdrawn her magic, said to the others:

"Safety, the soul of this subordinate undead is on the verge of dissipating, which is why it will take the initiative to follow Lieutenant Thassarian, its thinking has a problem in the battle with the demon, and after awakening, it will take Lieutenant Thassarian who saved it as its superior, and Arthas, what you are worried about will not appear... According to my detection, Rured's mind has been completely disconnected from the Darkblade Legion... It's dying. ”

A trace of regret flashed in Gianna's eyes, but then, a glimmer of essence flashed in those beautiful eyes:

"This soul will completely dissipate after a while, its soul has been torn apart entirely, so it is not a threat, but it means a lot to us, all the information collected by the empire before was obtained from other means, maybe Rured will become a breakthrough for us!"

"But how?"

The Prince of Arthas also realized the feasibility of Gianna's idea, saying:

"Rured only obeyed Thassarian's orders, and Thassarian tried many methods but couldn't get more information."

"That's because this rude soldier doesn't know the right way to find out."

Gianna glanced back at Thassarian, and she said in a deep voice:

"Wake up Rured, soldier, and repeat my words to it, understand?"

"Okay."

Thassarian didn't have much resistance to Gianna's cold tone, beautiful maidens always had many privileges, and after a while, Rured was awakened again, and Gianna whispered:

"Rured, explain your position and the objectives of this mission!"

Thassarian repeated the sentence, and after a moment the light in the eyes of the necromantic infantry drifted and he said intermittently:

"Rured... The Darkblade Tempest Warband... Elite Infantry Corporal, the rate belongs to the 7th Squad of Special Operations of Company B. ”

"This mission was led by John. Led by Colonel J. Kishan, infiltrate the Hinterland Theater to supervise and assess the demonic forces. ”

Rured mechanically made Arthas and Gianna look at each other, and both looked at hope, while Captain Marvien picked up a pen and paper and quickly recorded the hard-won news in front of him.

"Rued, explain the military establishment of the Storm Band!"

"Storm Warband, Darkblade Standard Battle Legion, led by Danas. Commander of the Death Lords of Torbain, under the command of 513 high-ranking knights, B Company tactical team and 400 necromantic scouts, 50 bone dragons and knights, 1,457 lower-level knights, 46,521 undead infantry, 210 siege guns, and 100 "wildfire-improved" land siege tanks, currently deployed in the Arathi theater. ”

"Rured, explain all of the Darkblade's military deployments!"

At Gianna's suggestion, Thassarian asked a third question, but this time, Rured did not answer, as if he had not heard, and after repeatedly changing the sentence of the question, Gianna said with some regret:

"It seems that the undead infantry only knows so much military information, or maybe Tyrion has imposed some kind of ban on these low-level soldiers to prevent important information from leaking."

"That's enough, Anna, don't be too greedy."

The Prince of Alsace comforted:

"At least now that we know the formation and military strength of the Darkblade Warband, this is already a great attempt, and to be honest, I am more concerned about another aspect."

The prince looked at Thassarian:

"Lieutenant, what do you think of Rured's combat effectiveness? It calls itself the elite corporal of the Darkblade, and what do you think of its outcome against our soldiers on the battlefield? ”

"Uh, Your Highness, it's hard to say."

Thassarian replied with some embarrassment:

"I've seen Rured and other necromantic infantry team up against demons, and frankly, the coordination between them, though blunt, is much better than that of an untrained recruit, and how effective a soldier is depends on the equipment... I have to say that the weapons that Rured carried with him were really eye-opening for me. ”

"Huh?"

The prince also came interested: "Take it out and take a look!" ”

"Wait a minute."

Immediately after receiving the answer, Thassarian went into the tent, and after a great deal of rummaging through the cabinets, he came back with a huge box, and said to the prince:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't mean to hide the existence of these weapons, in fact, even if you don't come, I will bring them to you in a few days, these things, and the ones used by our soldiers, are simply two extremes, the research of the Darkblade Undead in engineering creation, even a soldier like me will feel far beyond the empire."

As he spoke, Thassarian opened the box, which was densely packed with black steel weapons, the color of which was exactly the same as the armor on Rurid's body, and Prince Arthas looked at the boxes in front of him, half of which were strange-looking weapons that he had not used.

"So much?"

Captain Marvion, who was recording on the side, also widened his eyes, in the military system of the Empire, powerful knights only have one set of armor, a few weapons that fit their hands, and some necessary auxiliary weapons, and they will not have so many strange things as in this box.

"This thing looks incredibly lethal, but how do you use it?"

The prince reached out and picked up the most conspicuous musket, this thing was heavy to the hand, but it was different from the musket that Arthas had seen before, it had no bomb port, and the whole looked like a combination of several pieces of steel, and at the front of the barrel, a black battle axe that was coupled together, this unique design made this heavy gun have both long-range and melee functions.

"It's supposed to be a firing weapon, but I don't think anything I knew about the Dwarven Musket applies to this weapon..."

The prince put the musket back in the box with some regret, and said to Thassarian:

"Have you tried any of these?"

The lieutenant shook his head:

"Rured alone has caused me so much trouble, and if I take this weapon out, the military judge will come to me at once... But I thought, perhaps, Rured can teach us how to use these things. ”

Thassarian glanced at the elite undead infantry who were standing still, waiting for orders, and then at the prince, who thought for a moment and beckoned to Thassarian:

"Can't be here, come with me, let's go to the training ground outside the city."

Moments later, after all irrelevant personnel had been dispersed, a frost-faced Gianna threw a finger-sized soul stone to Thassarian:

"We still have a useful life for this undead, so we can't let it die naturally, the soul in this soul stone should be enough to supply it for another week, but considering the wear and tear of this battle... Forget it, you can go straight to Arthas for the Soul Stone, he captured a lot of them in Stratholme, but the soldiers... I warn you to stay away from this undead. ”

Gianna glanced at the sluggish Rured and said in a deep voice:

"Although there is no evidence, I always feel that this undead spirit is strange."

After saying that, Gianna's figure flashed and appeared beside Arthas, and the prince, who was standing behind the protective wall, waved his finger at Thassarian, and the lieutenant shrugged his shoulders, brought the soul stone close to Rured, and then crushed it, and after the light of the soul power was absorbed by Rured behind him, he said in a deep voice:

"Rured, gear up!"

Beside the two of them, there was a special hedron dedicated to recording the moment, and it was clear that the Prince of Arthas wanted this image to be recorded, as it was an important moment to spy on the military equipment of the Darkblade.

Under Thassarian's order, the elite infantry Rured stepped forward, like a trained human soldier, quickly put on those complex equipment, and after 2 minutes, Rured who had completed the change of clothes was like a different person.

It wears a heavy helmet with full coverage, holds a heavy black axe gun in both hands, two crossed bullet belts wrapped around the armor on its chest, carries two tactical one-handed axes engraved with necromantic runes on its back, a combat dagger stuck in its multi-purpose belt, and three black high-explosive grenades hanging from its belt on the other side, its pale eyes shine in the black hole of the helmet, and there is a tactical bag behind it, which is filled with various extremely lethal items.

The Dark Blade badge on his chest reflects a dim glow in the sunlight, and seriously, when you meet such a guy while walking at night, you will definitely take the initiative to hand over everything you have.

This is a standard "evil star".

"Wow, that's cool!"

When the Prince of Alsace saw Rured in his disguise, he couldn't help but whistle a little flirtatiously, and he shouted to Thassarian:

"Get it ready for battle, lieutenant, and get out of the training ground, we've got a good opponent for it!"

As soon as the prince's words fell, on the other side of the training ground, driven by several knights, a huge and violent brown bear was driven into the training ground, and from the strange scales on the body of this huge brown bear, and the green light shining in its eyes, it could be seen that this thing was not a wild beast, but a special monster that had been infected by evil energy.

"Shred it! Little brother! ”

Thassarian whistled, then patted Rured on the shoulder and whispered:

"Lady Gianna hates you, she has murderous intent in her eyes, so if you want to survive, it's better to get the prince's attention... If you're still alive, maybe you'll be my good brother, anyway, come on. ”

After saying that, the lieutenant quickly left the training ground, and Rured, who had entered the combat state, raised the axe gun in his hand, and his left hand buckled the lower half of the firearm, and after a crisp sound, the large-caliber high-explosive bullet was loaded.

Beneath the helmet, its eyes glowed an eerie blood-red.

"The goal... Confirm! ”

"Bang"

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"Hey, Kishan, mission accomplished?"

At the camp in the Arathi Heights, Danas, who was enjoying a special lunch for the undead, greeted Kishan, who had entered the tent, but the undead Kishan, who had always liked to be lively, did not respond.

He walked to the tent, took out a bottle of blood wine, and poured it into his mouth, and then said to his temporary prefect in a depressed manner:

"Mission well done, but I'm in a bad mood, we lost Corporal Rured... He is the guy who is most likely to break through the restrictions of the lower-level undead, regain his mind, and be promoted to the knight rank among all the grassroots fighters of Company B... I'm very optimistic about it, and I look forward to this mission, so that he can break through the shackles of thinking, hell, that dreadful demon who deserves to go to hell! ”

"Huh? Is that the soldier you asked for from my wing? ”

Danas picked up a piece of strangely colored meat with a fork, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with an intoxicated expression, and after a few moments, the Death Lord wiped his mouth with a cloth:

"It's always a pity to have a fighter's injury, but I'm more concerned about... What was the situation at Hinterland? ”

"Go and see the report for yourself! I'm annoyed right now... Hell, the devil cost me the best soldier! Ahhhh Carl, bring me my sniper rifle and let's go hunting! ”