It was a lonely afternoon. It was still daylight, but the sky was as dark as evening. Under the clouds, in a bungalow in a barracks, Grigory Rasputin, a handsome little man, sat at a table in a military coat. His mood did not seem to be affected by the weather at all, and although he looked tired, he wrote with enthusiasm and excitement. He sighed at his numb hands, and suddenly felt a little envious of the fire mage, at least those guys could keep their hands warm.

When he felt that his hands were a little better, he wrote hard:

"Dear Dad:"

As soon as he put pen to paper, he cursed quietly, because his fingers were stiff and his writing was crooked.

"May all gods but the God of Light bless you! You've done the right thing for so many days, and I have to admit that when I saw the Ghost Wand Mage, I was so excited that I cried! If the last letter made you uncomfortable, please forgive me, I have no more grievances and complaints! I must say that you are the person who loves me the most in this world! You must not be able to comprehend my full feelings, eight hours ago, I had already written a suicide note, waiting for the call of death, but you saved me! From despair to joy, from cliff to paradise, my heart can't stand it! No, I'm not imitating the flashy tone of a bard, I'm just lamenting the impermanence of life! I almost died, but I didn't! Could it be that the god of fate still has a little favor for me? If anything, it must be because: I am your son! ”

"Oh, Daddy, this time we're in the worst trouble we've ever had - 'Paranoia' Dance of Justice! You've heard his name! He is the strongest priest in the 'Gospel' continent, and his faith is only much more firm than that of the 'Alternate Saints', and he is also an unreasonable fanatic! In addition, he is also an envoy of the God of Light, and the 'Divine Blood' that only exists in legends flows through his veins! With just a drop of blood, he can purify a small city-wide necromantic paradise, kill all undead creatures within a radius of five kilometers in thirty seconds, and dissipate the dead energy of half-undead creatures and turn them back into living beings! He single-handedly purified more than a hundred Twilight clergy and tampered with their beliefs! Under his coordinated attack, the Knights of Iron Hoof are like wolves and tigers, and they will crush us in one fell swoop! ”

"There are more than 200 of us Dark Church, werewolves, witches, and blood elves, and we are not the opponents of the 'paranoia' and a dozen or so Judgment Knights!" The Paranoid has the [Influence Aura], once captured by it, then there is no freedom to die, and he will be semi-forcibly converted to the camp, if he is not friendly, he can only remain neutral! I've seen a necromancer brainwashed and confided a lot of secrets! Although I dealt with the traitor, I also narrowly missed being captured...... Every time I recall that scene, I have palpitations. I hate 'paranoia,' and I can't tell why I hate him, but I know how deep my hatred is. I hate him like an animal hates fire, a frog hates a viper, and a fool hates death! ”

"'Holy Blood' is opposed to 'Despicable Blood', in other words, only the Necromantic King can stand up to this sacrifice. There was nothing we could do but flee in all directions, and many of our colleagues were surrounded and killed by the army along the way. Luckily, the Wand Mages arrived at this moment and attacked and killed several Knights of Judgment! Dad, thank you again for loving me! We managed to capture a barracks and turn hundreds of fighters into skeleton shooters and skeletons, barely having the capital to fight. As long as they cover it up properly, they would never have dreamed that we were in the barracks! ”

"I was in a state of panic and exhaustion for a long time. Only now have I managed to calm myself down and share the results of my analysis with you. The 'Paranoid Man' is an adventurer who has been exploring the Savage Secret Realm the other day, and has not made contact with the Cardinal of the Holy See or communicated with the Saint-Alternate, he has only entered Astantt simply to find Perls. But I believe that tomorrow or sooner, the two fanatics will officially work together! I'm afraid it won't be helpful for you to send a regiment of Ghost Staff Mages by then! I've decided to evacuate Astant, unless there's Dever Brie or the 'Gamblers' by my side! You'll understand me. ”

Ironically, Perls tried to convince me. He said that as long as the 'Yaren', the 'Saint-Alternate' and the 'Paranoid' could be held back, then the Dusk Empire would be able to hold out for another day or two, and this crucial day or two would allow them to turn defeat into victory. Hahaha! I'm not a three-year-old, and this illusory cake doesn't appeal to me at all! Yes, I won't be fooled again. Astant is a big quagmire, I've got my boots dirty and I don't want to get my pants dirty anymore. ”

"But there's one thing I've never figured out. Although more than half of the men brought in him were lost, neither the 'villains' nor the 'barbarians' had any intention of retreating, and the same was true of the blood elf hairy boy, putting on a posture of fighting to the end. How strange! None of these three forces like to keep their promises, but why help Perles? I once asked the Blood Elves privately, and he said, 'If you've ever seen the Bone Tyrant, you know that it's ten thousand times better to be his ally than to be his enemy.'" ”

"Inexplicable...... Is the Bone Tyrant really that powerful? It's just a small necromantic creature! Can the tools be freed by forming a party, electing a so-called king, and building a family-like empire? No, they're still not free! They used to be our slaves, but now they are slaves of the Bone Tyrant, and their essence has not changed at all! Dad, you've been my role model a lot of the time, but when it comes to how to treat undead creatures, you're really out of the ordinary! Times have changed, and no one ever sees a necromantic creature as a friend. To be strong is to dominate others, to let others live and die for you, and friends don't give themselves to you wholeheartedly, do they? ”

"Let's get back to the point, if you haven't shredded the letter even after reading the above paragraph. We have a big catch, and that is the underworld. When the Underworld was broken, it was severely injured by 'paranoia' and the soul fire was dying, so I seized the opportunity to seize it and force it to sign a soul contract to make it my slave. We hide it in a safe place and take it out as soon as the wind passes. Its soul power is too strong, and the overflowing energy is coming continuously, and I can feel the rise of spiritual power all the time, and my spirit doesn't seem to be exhausted! You must know that the underworld is just a spiritual fragment, and how strong the soul power of the white bone tyrant who exists as the main body will be! Once you sign a master-servant contract with the 'Purple One', any necromancer will be able to come into contact with the laws of the world and change classes for the third time! Of course, it's just a thought......"

"But don't worry, I didn't leave any hands and tails behind, and I disposed of all the werewolves that were broken together. In the run, it is also very normal for these big guys who only know how to play tricks like big circus bears to be killed because they can't react. Haha, no one doubted me. Everyone's mood was very low, and this was especially true of Perls. It can be seen that Purs is exhausted in the loss of believers, and the only comrade-in-arms who is worthy of his life has died heroically, which has dealt him a heavy blow. I sympathize with him somewhat, but only sympathize. As soon as the Holy See attacks again, I will immediately take everyone away and retain the vitality. Well, it's really not worth mentioning. ”

At this point, Gregory put down his pen and exclaimed, "Isn't the coffee good yet?" ”

Diesel's voice came from outside the door: "It's almost there, Master Rasputin!" ”

"When you bring your coffee, remember to bring a roll of shrouds, because I'm already cold to death!" Grigory scolded mercilessly. He rubbed his hands together vigorously and blew on his palms to make a form. When he picked up the pen, his hands were shaking.

"It's cold right now, how are you doing there? Yesterday, it snowed in the former Orquila area (this was learned from a war report carried by a military pigeon). It's strange that Orquila doesn't have a savannah climate, and it can snow? Perhaps it was the people of the Twilight Empire who took advantage of this to resist stubbornly, but the 'liars' did not back down, but launched a more fierce offensive. It is said that the 'Death News' also killed the 'Bloody Claw' with a single shot. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Dusk Empire will fall in the next few days. ”

"Originally, the necromantic creatures still had a chance to breathe. On the night of the 19th, Bigbowo, Seruvega and other countries put strong diplomatic pressure on Astant, and even drove their troops into the wetland of corpses in the name of 'assisting Astant'; as of today, there are as many as 500,000 armed forces gathered in the rear of the battlefield. You know, no country is willing to watch Astante gain such a large territory, and even the most generous emperor will definitely find a piece of the pie. Astant's strength was inferior to that of these outsiders after repeated battles, and they chose to suspend the offensive. ”

"However, the 'liar' and the 'evil eye' came to an agreement (God knows how these two can trust each other), and the 'evil eye' will stop the army of other countries, and the 'liar' will attack with all his might! At the same time, the foreign secretary of Astante also declared that if the royal family of Olquila survived, he would never touch an inch of Olquilla's land. While the diplomats were arguing with each other, the 'liars' had already driven the necromantic creatures back to Blackstone Valley, and had managed to change jobs three times. Now that the necromantic creatures have a chance to breathe, they can't even have a decent death. The only thing to be thankful for is that I wasn't the one who confronted the 'liars'. ”

"That's all there is to it. My mind was so busy with work that I had no time to think about anything else. Tell my mom that I miss the man-eating flower soup she makes, even though she will only make this dish. Seriously, Dad, why not hire a babysitter so that at least the food at home can be improved. ”

"Kiss Your Hand"

"Your faithful little Gregory"

"December 22nd"

When Gregory had finished writing the letter, there was a knock on the door: "Master, the coffee is ready." ”

"Why don't you come in sooner?"

Diesel pushed the door, and the cold wind took the opportunity to pour into the room, which naturally attracted another scolding.

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("Solo Travel"...... Carlson Sr. is dead, Jeff is going to be deleted again, is there anything more sadistic than that? Eyes moistened asshole)