"Your Mightiness……"

After the dragon cavalry completely got rid of the entanglement of the undead, captain Usach drove the earth dragon to Roland, as if he had something to say.

At this moment, Rafa's phantom had faded away, and the terrifying fear also dissipated.

"Go back to the city... After the vanguard troops failed, I am afraid that the lichs in the rear will send more undead troops." Withdrawing their swords and returning to the sheath, Roland turned around and walked towards Dem City.

"It will take some time to assemble the army, not to mention that Rotlan's rebels may not necessarily obey the orders of the lich. After all, it is a coalition force... Maybe there will be differences in the strategy of the attack."

"This is the first time the captain fights with the undead, right?" After stopping, Roland's black eyes, whose original appearance, had returned to its original appearance, staring at the middle-aged man behind him, with an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth, and the dark eyes contained too much sourness.

"Yes..." After hesitating for a moment, Usaki nodded, saying that he really had no experience in fighting with the undead; "Since he has been under the Royal Knights for ten years, our mission is only to defend Dem City. In addition, the dark camp has been relatively stable in recent years, I, our Knights... have never had any experience in fighting with the undead."

As if he noticed something in Roland's words, Usach raised his head and was very proud of his identity as the Royal Knights.

"Have you ever thought about why the Pioneer Army could break through the defense line along the way so quickly to reach Dem?" His smile expanded little by little, but the sadness on Roland's face did not fade.

"Assembly? No, no need.

Difference? No, it does not exist.

The undead are called tirelessness and fearlessness, because they are long dead. Therefore, there is no need to worry about any difficulties in fighting humans or living things. There is no need to bring a large amount of marching food, and there is no strategic difference.

Look at the corpses of the rebels mixed in the army of the undead. They have already lost their lives and have been transformed into similarities by wizards... No, maybe they should be said to have no ability to resist and become victims of rights..."

Roland's sad tone made Usachi, who had always only knew how to obey orders, inevitably became infected. His eyes quickly glanced at the dead corpses on the ground, and indeed found a large number of rotten remains dressed in Rotlan's costume.

After cleaning up all the undead, the undead knights gathered in neat steps, without reducing their speed at all.

Just when Usach thought this army would hit Roland hard, all the undead knights suddenly turned into black mist of death and twisted souls, blending and entangling the shadows returning to Roland's feet.

Due to the speed of the speed, some dragoons did not even see clearly how the undead knights scattered around disappeared. When they noticed it, only a piece of corpse was left in the empty wilderness.

"Go back to the city..." Under the darkening night, Roland's lonely back grew longer and longer on the ground.

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Mansha rode on the horse and looked at the city not far away. The brilliant buildings made her suddenly have the illusion of going home.

Unlike the glorious king city of Merri, Dem belongs entirely to humanity.

There are no night elves, no orcs, no lichs or dark mages here, and there are only all kinds of humans on the flat and wide bluestone avenue.

Occasionally, you can see one or two white elves walking together.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and looked at the young man beside her. Her thin body was only a dark mage robe. She looked at the handsome face. Her shyness as a woman made her unable to ask any words to her.

"We have arrived, this is Dem, the legendary city of gold." The young mage seemed to guess Mansha's thoughts, and held her slightly trembling hand to comfort her. "Don't worry, we have been out of the control of the night elves. As long as we contact the Holy Empire, no one will threaten or imprison you from now on. Mansha, you will live a normal life, and all the pains of the past will be far away from you."

"But... what will happen to him, father." Mansha was very uneasy when he remembered his father who was still in Merry.

She knew very well how angry the Night Goddess who ruled the Night Elf would be.

The goddess has never liked that things are beyond her control. Her escape this time will inevitably cause her father to suffer.

Once you close your eyes, you can see the arrogant expression of the woman with a rare black look in the world.

Like the night elf king who was as cold as her, his cold and insightful vision made people feel panic and painful.

Mansha knew...every time his father was summoned, he left with an expression he had never seen when he was with his mother.

In human terms, that's called obsession...

Because of his favor and obsession, he willingly stayed in the magical tower set up specifically to imprison him.

However, I really don’t want to stay in the tower built by the cold stones for the rest of my life and live a long life facing the lifeless wall.

Father, I have been together for hundreds of years, can you still not see through it?

Those two people, in the legend of the outside world, have no room for you to interfere. Their emotions seem plain on the surface, but in fact they are so intense that they cannot tolerate any barriers at all.

Why do you have to keep the unfulfilled luxury hopes that cannot be achieved and cannot leave?

"Mansha?" The wizard raised his eyebrows in confusion, with only worried face.

yes……

I still have Filiace.

I want to live with Ferias.

Put aside the differences in identity, just stay together forever.

From the moment he sneaked out of the Tower of Confinement for the first time two years ago, met at the Magic Guild in Merry, to the moment he risked his life to save himself from the hands of the necromancer, Mansha knew that he liked this man so much that he could do everything for him.

Even though she knew that he was a dark mage, even if she knew that he seemed to have a deep connection with the Death Leader, even if she knew that she would implicate many people and be punished after leaving, she still followed him to the East Continent without hesitation.

"Don't worry about this. Your father has a special identity. No matter how arrogant the goddess of Dark Night is, she can't really kill him. After all, she has always relied on house arrest and you father and daughter to threaten the church." Replying to a gentle smile, in front of the gate of the Giant Rock City, the mage took out a special-shaped pass order from his arms. The ancient patterns made the guards guards look at it for a few more times, and even threw it into the potion specially used for identification and repeatedly confirmed it, until no problem was found.

"Come... I'll take you to a place that truly belongs to you. As long as you restore your original noble identity, even the goddess of the Dark Night will be helpless... What's more, she doesn't have the energy to worry about us now." She stretched out her hand and led Mansha into Dem City. On that gentle face, the blue eyes flashed with her brilliance and sharpness that were inconsistent with her appearance.

PS: It’s not that it’s stuck again, but that the plot is repeatedly determined, and occasionally the plot is about to begin to enter several relatively sharp transitions. After repeated determination, make sure there are no omissions and there are only additions to the outline.
Chapter completed!