While speaking, the Dukes Of Angmar picked up a piece of parchment and handed it to Sodelor personally. "Let's cut to the chase. Everything is here. If you have any other requests, I'll try my best to fulfill them. Of course, if you want to discuss it with Roddy, it's not too late to wait until he wakes up. "
Sodelor and the other two swallowed hard. They had never thought that they would one day be able to sit face to face with the highest lord of their territory and receive such a generous reward. While they were excited, they were also secretly grateful to their commander, Rody, who was still in a deep sleep.
Without his leadership, they would probably still be a bunch of useless good-for-nothings.
"How's your arm?"
Angmar looked at the few people who were in a daze. He knew that they were probably a little reserved, so he asked gently. Yesterday, Sodelor blocked the arrow for Wellington and his entire arm was directly broken. If not for the timely treatment of the mages, he would probably never be able to hold a sword again in this life.
"Lord Duke, the bishop said that it will take a week or two for me to fully recover, but I feel that it's fine now."
He waved his arm. The bandages and splints on it looked a little funny.
"You're all good. It's my pride that the Lucifron Family has soldiers like you." Angmar didn't know how many times he had sighed like this. He was getting old and didn't like to pretend to be shrewd in front of these juniors. He turned to Wellington and said bluntly, "These are all talents that can be molded. You and Titus, that … see if you can teach them."
Although Old Duke didn't say it explicitly, he knew that Roddy wanted Sodelor to be his disciple. After this incident, with Sodelor blocking the arrow for Wellington, everything else would naturally follow.
Wellington and Titus nodded together. Although they didn't show any extra expressions, as long as they didn't object, it meant that there was no problem.
"Hardedef, is Roddy still not awake?"
"Master, once Captain Roddy has any news, he will definitely inform us immediately."
Angmar had asked the same question more than three times since he got up in the morning. It could be seen how much he valued Roddy in his heart. However, it was obvious that his "value" was more subtle than Sally's …
"Where's Sally? Why isn't she here yet? "
"Miss, she —"
Hardedef was a little embarrassed. Obviously, he felt that it was inappropriate to say that his Young Miss stayed up all night with Roddy in front of outsiders.
"Forget it, forget it. Pretend I didn't ask." Angmar shook his head helplessly and sighed again. He seemed to be talking to himself, "Such a powerful enemy … Why does the undead want to kill me so much?"
"Wellington, Titus, if I ask you to evaluate the undead that escaped … Who in the Kingdom of Karen can beat him?"
The battle that happened yesterday started quickly and ended quickly as well. From start to finish, it only took a few minutes. Including the whole city chasing after Magda, it was less than half an hour. In the end, Magda still jumped off the city wall into Cobb Forest. How could he run so fast without half of his body?
Because he didn't witness Magda's power in battle, Duke couldn't judge his strength. Asking Wellington at this time was also the result of suppressing his curiosity for the whole night and finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
But when he asked, he didn't get the answer he wanted.
Wellington and Titus thought for a long time and finally shook their heads helplessly. "I can't think of anyone who can beat him."
This was not an exaggeration. It could only be said that they were more "honest". After all, communication and transportation were not developed in this era. Most of the time, "experts" would not purposely come over to fight for the sake of comparing their strength. The two knights had heard of the strong people in the kingdom, but the ones that they had come into contact with were basically those that were close to their own strength ….. A few especially powerful Mages or Knights were not easy to judge, so they could not give an accurate answer at this time.
But one thing was for sure: For someone like Magda who could kill them with just arrows, his strength was definitely a level higher than them.
"In this situation … Roddy fought with that guy for a minute and still had the upper hand? In the end, he only lost because he ran out of arrows? "
These words came from the Duke's mouth, but they were also witnessed by the two knights and the Superintendent with their own eyes. The undead were so powerful that they could ignore hundreds of guards and counterattack after being ambushed. Even after the crossbows were heavily damaged, they still managed to escape the city's search and escape.
Regardless of where it was, this kind of person could be called a monster.
But it was this kind of "monster" that was fought by Roddy for a minute and even restrained to a predetermined location.
When thinking of this fact, Angmar couldn't help but think of Roddy a few levels higher. He even started to feel that he couldn't see through this young man at all.
"Although the Governor said that he used a scroll to be able to do this, to say that he completely suppressed the other party with the blessing of divine arts …" Wellington shook his head and said in a low voice, "I personally don't believe it."
"That old skeleton, Wellington and I combined are not even enough to fill the gap between our teeth. But Roddy can restrain him, that only means that he is stronger! We don't know how to talk about other things in war. To be able to do this, it means that he is strong enough. Talking about other things is useless. "
Titus shook his head as he said this. His words were even more direct.
Angmar turned his gaze to Sodelor and the others and asked, "Roddy … was he this strong in the past?"
Ruger and Carter looked at each other and thought of Roddy's performance in the past six months. From the time he led the team to counterattack the Orc camp until now, the things that this captain had done could not be described as "strong".
Sodelor even recalled the scene when he led the team to seek refuge in Norland Village to find Roddy. The Wolf Riders that were slaughtered and the dismembered corpses on the ground … No matter when he thought of it, it was an experience that made his hair stand on end.
"Captain Roddy, he … actually led us to do many things."
"Oh? He told me that you all went to the Orc Kingdom together. Could it be that there are other stories? "
Duke raised his eyebrows. His words made the three scouts look at each other. Now, they all felt that there was no need to hide those things. After thinking for a while, they began to tell them one by one …
*****
In the bedroom on the second floor of the Ducal Palace, Roddy, who was lying quietly on the bed, had not yet woken up.
After coming to this world, Roddy's quality of sleep had remained the same as before. Because his mind was too rational and his emotional intelligence was low, he basically "slept until dawn." The number of times he had dreams could probably be counted on his fingers in a year.
However, after being seriously injured and unconscious this time, he was always haunted by a nightmare.
The burning flames of war engulfed the city of Hollier. The familiar buildings and streets were distorted in the flames. The barbaric figures that rushed into the city roared and waved their weapons at the innocent civilians. The unique syllables of the Orc language floated into his ears intermittently, as if mocking Roddy's insignificance and incompetence.
Roddy watched all this happen. His heart, which had calmed down after his transmigration, was once again deeply hurt by this scene. The destruction … was not only the city of Hollier, but almost the entire Kingdom of Karen!
And …
The figure with red hair suddenly appeared in front of him. A pair of purple eyes stared at him. The original mischievous look had been replaced by a final farewell …
That faint voice echoed in her ears. Everything felt like it was just yesterday — —
"I'm a wizard. Of course, I know my own state. But before everything ends, can you — kiss me? "
Uncontrollable pain gushed from his chest. Roddy felt that he could hardly breathe. He stretched out his hand, but only saw the scene of a beautiful woman dying in front of him …
His whole body trembled violently because of resentment and grief. Roddy opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but he felt that he could not even say a word. He wanted to call her name, but his whole body had no strength —
"Na … Fei."
When he suddenly opened his eyes, the bright light made Roddy feel that there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him. He suddenly sat up, only to feel that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat. Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down the bridge of his nose.
Squinting his eyes, Roddy gradually adapted to the glaring light. The feeling of sweat sticking to his clothes was very uncomfortable. He took deep breaths, his mind was a mess. His heart was filled with mixed emotions of panic and anger. The figure that flashed in front of him seemed to be lying on the ground without a sound —
It was a nightmare …
Panting, he stared blankly in front of him for a few seconds. His mind then remembered that it was still September of the year 588. All the tragedies had not happened yet.
But …
If he did not make more changes, this nightmare might still come as expected!
Thinking of Magda's crazy attack, thinking of the Orc's Wolf Riders, thinking of his own powerlessness in the dream, Roddy only felt a little cold all over his body — what he did was far from enough. He wanted to change the country with just a few dozen scouts? This was still too far away!
Messy thoughts rushed in, and after another five or six seconds, Roddy's breathing gradually calmed down. Only then did he remember to reach out his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. But when he raised his hand, he found that his hand was actually … held?
Shocked, Roddy only then remembered that he had not figured out where he was — in his field of vision, there was a light brown quilt covering his body. It was obviously a high-end product that only nobles could use. There was an exquisite wooden carving at the foot of the bed, and on it was the symbol of a wolf's head. There were a few oil paintings hanging on the wall, and on the paintings was a beautiful noblewoman. She looked vaguely familiar. Sunlight shone on him from the window facing him, and he could vaguely see the street outside.
Turning his head, he saw Sally's pale and haggard face. Her eyes were a little red, and she was biting her lips. She wanted to say something but could not. She looked pitiful, her hair was a little messy, and the priest robe on her was a little wrinkled …
"Sally?"
His memory was still a little messy. Roddy frowned, but with a reproachful tone, he said, "I asked them to ring the bell, shouldn't you —"
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