Northeast of Orquera, Osgilia, Lord's Palace.

It was late at night.

As a first-class city near the Via Rope Mountains, Osgilia has a unique status, and the city lord's mansion, which is the center of city management, is naturally heavily guarded. Outside the high walls, guards held their heads high like eagles, their eyes vigilantly catching all the wind and grass; Within the high walls, a group of stubborn soldiers saluted each other and completed the patrol handover.

In the council hall of the City Lord's Mansion, several people sat around the table, and the only candlestick was not enough to illuminate their faces. The pressure that emanates from them forces the candle to remain motionless, even though the cool breeze blows from the window. The darkness obscured their faces, but perhaps their expressions were deeper and more dangerous than the darkness.

Naturally, there was a plate of fresh fruit next to the candlestick, but no one reached out, which was strange - you must know that in the "lost five years", Orquila's fruit trees had not yet grown, and the fruits that could appear were all magically generated, which was extremely precious. The atmosphere was dry, no one spoke, as if the first guy to speak would have to go to the gallows.

"McQueen is gone." After all, someone broke the dull atmosphere. The speaker was a man leaning back in a chair, his left elbow resting against the armrest, his fist propped up the side of his face, his posture and tone of voice were idle. Although he was dressed in civilian clothes and looked like an idle person, he sat on the left side of the head of the table, and was the second most distinguished person in the table.

"I also lost contact with Missionary Woody. cough, cough ......" The person sitting on the right side of the table was dressed in a sacrificial robe, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed violently a few times before he could catch his breath: "I have a bad premonition. Cough. ”

The person at the head of the table was silent for a long time, and when he saw that the left and right people had spoken, he leaned forward and said in a slightly tired tone: "I heard that Battalion Commander Mai Kun violated the military order and went back to his hometown without permission?" Wouldn't he be afraid of punishment, so-"

"He's reckless, but he's not the kind to ignore his responsibilities, Lord Karl. For this, I dare to pack a ticket. The man on the left spread out his hand holding his cheek raiser, expressed his objection, and then quickly gathered his fist and continued to support the left side of his face. Could it be that if he relaxes for a moment, his head will fall off?

"Yes, you naturally know your subordinates, Captain Stitch ......" The man known as the "Lord of Cal" smiled bitterly, and tapped his ruby ring finger on the edge of the table: "The question is, if Camp Commander McQueen is not absconding in fear of crime, then what can hold him back in the territory of Orquilla?" ”

The person on the right side of the table coughed heavily, his voice was extremely weak, and he was about to die: "Woody...... Ahem, Woody ......"

"Maybe it's to help the villagers at the foot of the mountain move? Who knows what his kind of rotten good guy will do. The man known as "Captain Stitch" yawned, grabbed an apple in his right hand and ate it, taking a bite and making a crisp sound.

But......

He kept a lazy posture, leaning back in his chair, and couldn't touch the fruit even if he stretched out his hand, right? But he just took an apple under everyone's noses, and no one could see his movements clearly.

After eating the apple in three or two (he didn't even spare the core), Captain Stitch leaned his upper body and leaned down on the table. In the candlelight, his handsome, but intimidating, face is exactly the same as the Angel of Judgment in the church frescoes. The reason why it is said to be daunting is because of the dark blindfold. The scar under the blindfold that couldn't be concealed added to his hideousness. Even if he had followed the example of a bard and combed his long golden hair neatly behind his head, no child would dare to approach it.

As he showed his face, the candle flame flickered for a moment.

"If McQueen hadn't died, he would have returned to me." Captain Stitch said word by word, staring at the city lord Carl with one eye. "So, he died. For this, I dare to pack a ticket. ”

The City Lord of Carl pondered for a long time before he sighed: "So, who killed Camp Commander McQueen?" ”

"Ahem, ahem! Woody Missionary He ...... Probably disappeared at the same time, cough cough ...... "The person on the right side of the head is not dead, and his handkerchief is dyed with a spot of Ban Yin red, which is shocking.

"City Lord, even if you ask me so many questions, I can't answer them. Why don't you ask your chief of staff? Captain Stitch lay on the table as if he were boneless, and his hand was lowered with a random finger, not knowing who he wanted to point.

"Alright then, Bambi, tell me what you think."

The thin man, who had been named by the Lord of Karl, got up and greeted everyone before sitting down. His hair was thinning, his eyes were deep, his cheeks were thin, and he looked miserable; Although he was wearing a decent piece of clothing, it looked like he had borrowed it from someone else. He said in a hoarse voice, "I think...... Ahem, sorry. ”

After picking up the cup and taking a sip of water, Bambi raised his hand and pinched his throat before continuing, "I believe that Camp Commander McQueen was killed by a necromantic creature. According to Bishop Pooh, the former kingdom of Salamonro has bred a large number of necromantic creatures, and we have to pay attention to this. ”

"Oh, Bishop Pooh!" Captain Stitch raised his head slightly, as if he had just discovered it, and shouted at the person sitting opposite him in "surprise": "You must be able to give a good opinion, right?" ”

Bishop Pooh, who was sitting on the right side of the head, smiled wryly and put away his handkerchief, and tilted his upper body slightly: "Ahem, that's right, I think it's a crime committed by a necromantic creature." "He has a fairly upright face, with a high nose, but unfortunately his face is bloodless because of his illness, and his eyes are bloodshot. His lips were rosy, a little sickly red, as if they had been soaked in blood repeatedly. He was dressed in a sacrificial robe with intricate golden tapestries on the cuffs and neckline, but if you look closely, there are countless images of angels and saints.

Lord Karl muttered for a while, and did not speak until Captain Stitch took the second apple, "Well, I would like to hear about it." ”

"In the 'Doomsday Confrontation' five years ago, the Salamonro people left in a fleet, but tens of millions of people still died, and Salamonro became the country with the highest death rate among the continental nations. Ahem! Cough...... The resentment of these people before their deaths accumulated and became a cloud of death. Under the high concentration of dead qi - cough - dark clouds, it is very easy to breed life and death creatures, their bodies do not continue to age, they do not need to eat and drink, they are tireless, they are also ...... Cough, cough, and won't get sick either. ”

"If there is such an army, then there is no need to worry about logistics." Captain Stitch said lazily, sucking his finger on apple juice.

"Under the calculations of the Pope and the archbishop, we have reason to believe, ahem...... During the 'lost five years', the necromantic creatures grew in Saramonro, with their own cities, organizations, and even armies. ”

"Is this kind of thing possible?!" This time, the city lord of Karl did not groan, but asked excitedly. He has a square face that seems to be honest, but with the nobles' favorite mustache, and some white powder on his face, he is very nondescript. He was so tall that his fingers were the thickness of turnips, and it was hard for him to squeeze into this armchair.

Bishop Pooh nodded: "The archbishops also have an in-depth study of necromantic creatures, absolutely sure. These filthy sinners will spontaneously organize and grow as long as they are given enough time. The strongest of these necromantic creatures is called the 'Necromantic King', which is able to command undead creatures to expand and invade the outside world. ”

"So, in order to expand, what kind of creatures are these dead creatures going over the Via Cord and invading Orquilla? And today you have the audacity to attack Osgilia? Captain Stitch asked. Won't you die...... At this time, it is good to send adventurers who are also not afraid of death. ”

"However, the adventurers are doing trial missions on another continent and still can't come back." Skinny Bambi interjected.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chief of Staff." Captain Stitch buried his head in the crook of his arm again, revealing only his two eyes.

After a long period of hysterical coughing, Bishop Pooh also lay on the table like Head Stitch, and said weakly: "The archbishops have sent me and several priests to deal with the living dead...... I was supposed to go too, but unfortunately the old illness recurred, cough! Missionary Woody went to the ...... alone. Ahem, I shouldn't have let him go......"

After a long period of silence, Lord Cal glanced at everyone, "So, what kind of defensive move should we make?" ”

Bishop Pooh opened his mouth and was about to speak, when a guard burst into the council hall with a frightened face: "Lord of the city, there are moving skeletons in the city!" Many, much more! ”

There was a sound of wind, the candles went out, and the hall was plunged into darkness.