In such a critical moment, Roddy's behavior was completely different from his usual calmness and calmness. He had faced a similar problem before and made a choice. However, when it came to Sally, the old rules were no longer applicable …
To save Sally or to stop the plague of the undead?
Was it more important to save one person or to save hundreds or thousands of people?
This was like the question that was always discussed in philosophy class. Roddy was not a saint. In his heart, he was more inclined to save Sally. Because only in such a moment could he clearly feel her significance to him.
Roddy absolutely, absolutely did not want to lose her.
However, just when he was in a dilemma, his arm was gently patted.
"Young man, you have done … enough."
Roddy raised his head and found Angmar looking at him calmly. Even though his daughter was missing and his city was facing a disaster, this old man still had a calmness that Roddy could not compare to.
"As the lord of this territory, I have done too many irresponsible things. Now that someone is threatening this city, should I just drag out an ignoble existence and watch you fight for me?"
He pointed to his chest and said in a low voice, "Tell me how to solve the problem. This kind of thing … should be handled by me."
"As for Sally … I will leave it to you."
When a disaster came, someone had to stand up and bear it. For more than a year, every crisis that happened in Efta, Roddy was at the forefront. However, this did not mean that … the others should enjoy peace with a clear conscience.
A warrior would never want to die peacefully of old age. Even though he was in his twilight years, Angmar was still a warrior. Until now, his fighting spirit had never weakened. Instead, it burned like a raging fire because of the enemy's appearance …
"But —"
"We do not have time to argue, child."
Roddy's words were interrupted by Angmar's outstretched hand. Angmar's mouth was slightly agape as he froze for a second. After that, he immediately took out the remaining three Mutated Magic Crystal Fragments and said, "The enemy's goal is to spread the plague in the city square. The only way to stop them is to surround the place and kill them."
"And if the enemy is too powerful, after injecting 'Battle Qi', throw these crystals away from a distance."
"The plague might cause many people to turn into ghouls. Tell the soldiers to raise their shields and wear armor. Try not to get hurt because once they turn into ghouls, the process is irreversible. The only solution is to … kill."
Angmar stretched out his hand to take it and immediately pushed Roddy away. "Go … don't look back. Do what you should be doing."
Roddy was forced to take two steps back. He wanted to say something, but found Angmar looking into his eyes and said, "Promise me, if we get through this crisis safely, don't treat her badly …"
"I'll leave my daughter to you."
"I promise you, Duke."
Roddy took a deep breath, then turned and rushed out of the room.
Before walking out of the mansion, he arranged for Akasha to cover the team in the Ducal Palace. Then he switched to his magic pet and summoned "Keda Duck" who was guarding outside the city. He rushed all the way out of the tower outside the mansion, jumped on the back of the Needle Tail Sand Cone, and flew straight to the exit of the secret passage outside the city.
In the Ducal Palace, Angmar, who was watching him leave from the window, slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he reached out and picked up the bottle of purple potion that had always been on the table. He said to John behind him, "Go … get my armor and long sword."
"Ma … Master?"
*****
At the same time, Sally gradually woke up from her coma.
She opened her eyes. The glaring sunlight made her a little dizzy. Her body followed something up and down. After a few seconds, she realized that she was lying on an old horse.
The sound of the horse's hooves was neither fast nor slow. From the height she was at, she could tell that it was not a good quality military horse, but the most common kind of pack horse.
How did she appear here?
Looking back, Sally only remembered the scene after she went back to her bedroom in the Ducal Palace to sleep. She wanted to ask, but found that her body was tied up by a stack of ropes!
"She's awake, Lord Carl."
The sound of voices drifted into her ears. Sally raised her head, only to see over ten fellows dressed as farmers in the surroundings. A middle-aged man who was addressed as Karl strode over to her, waved his hand, and said, "Put her down."
"Who are you? Why are you doing this? "
Sally immediately realized that she was in a bad situation: there were forest paths all around, and there were no signs of people. She had no idea where she was. The people in front of her stared at her with undisguised hostility. And Carl in front of her immediately proved that her guess was right …
"Tsk tsk, this is the famous' White Scythe '?"
Carl's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. When he stared at Sally, he revealed a sinister smile, "With your strength, you can still defeat Bishop Goethe?"
"Viper Cross?!"
Sally immediately understood the identity of the other party, but this fact made her heart cold … She didn't even know how to leave the Ducal Palace, the strength of these heretics could be imagined.
She wanted to recite a spell, but just as she opened her mouth, Carl's' Silence Spell 'interrupted her. This skilled and powerful spell made Sally's heart sink to the bottom …
"Give me the potion."
Potion?
Carl pulled out the cork of a bottle of blue potion. Sally shook her head and wanted to resist, but she couldn't resist the curse, and was forced to drink three or four mouthfuls …
"Cough, cough, cough …"
When the medicine was removed, an ice-cold feeling spread to her stomach. Sally wanted to open her mouth to say something, but she felt the scenery in front of her was slowly spinning. She struggled with all her might, but she gradually lost control of her body and collapsed weakly.
What the hell is going on?
Sally tried her best to maintain the last shred of clarity in her heart. Under her dazed gaze, the bishop named Karl began to recite incantations one after another. Following that, a sharp pain came from her head, causing her to cry out in pain.
This was the first time that Sally experienced the feeling of her 'brain' being invaded. She tried to resist the other party, but found that because of the bottle of potion, she couldn't stop the invasion at all!
Do they want to completely control me?
Sally suddenly understood the intention of these guys, but it seemed that it was too late. The second wave of pain came, and she clenched her teeth until she finally couldn't bear it and fainted …
"Sir?"
The follower next to him asked Carl with some concern. The bishop was now reaching out to wipe the sweat on his face. Obviously, the continuous casting just now had taken a lot of his energy.
"Phew … her mental resistance is much stronger than ordinary people, but … Sir Faranir's potion finally worked."
Carl, who had the nickname of 'Head of Agents', was good at disguise, infiltration, and spying. However, his extremely high success rate did not rely on methods such as' stealth ', but' mind control ', which was the most difficult shadow spell to learn. In terms of combat level, his strength was far less than that of the battle-type shadow priests like Frank, but in the field of 'mind control', no one in the entire church could match him.
At this time, the successful casting of 'mind control' meant that he had gained control of Sally. But then he did not immediately let the team move on. Instead, he took a tool for 'disguise' from his follower and completely changed Sally's appearance and image.
The maroon wig, coarse robe, and the forcibly attached 'magic clay' had changed the shape of Sally's face. Except for her eyes, no one would ever associate her with 'Duke's daughter'.
In other words, Sally had completely turned into an unattractive village woman.
"If you encounter the tracking team, try not to speak, and don't expose your accent. When we arrive at the town ahead, we will change our disguise and march as a caravan. After leaving Eiffta, we will start to ride fast horses back. Got it? "
Carl made a simple arrangement with his subordinates, and then he reached out and patted Sally to wake her up.
"Untie her. Royce, carry the basket for her. " He waved his hand and gave the order. Then he said to Sally, who looked confused after the rope was untied, "Follow the team."
Sally took the basket in a daze. Like a puppet, she began to follow the team step by step under Carl's order.
'Mind control' linked two people's thoughts. Originally, Carl only needed to pass his' thoughts' to the person being controlled, and it would be enough to order everything. But the 'mind link' with Sally was slightly different, so he chose to use a password to control her.
As it turned out, the effect was not much different.
However, just when Carl and the others completely relaxed their vigilance, they did not notice that Sally's eyes slightly narrowed.
*****
Hollier City.
Just as the soldiers in front of the Ducal Palace marched towards the square, Pharmacist Wimbusk pushed open the simple wooden door of the temporary medicine refining room. He held the medicine that had just been refined in his hand and walked out of the Cambay district.
Dressed in a gray robe with his hood pulled up, he was not conspicuous on the streets of the slums. After walking seven or eight steps, more than twenty people wearing similar clothes gradually gathered on both sides of the alley. They were all wearing large cloaks, and their slightly gray faces were expressionless. Their waists were slightly bulging, and it was obvious that they were carrying weapons. They walked with a murderous aura, causing the civilians to make way for them.
These guys were obviously Wimbusk's guards. But to not be too conspicuous, after leaving the Cambay district, the team divided into three groups and took a detour to the city square from different streets. Wimbusk, on the other hand, walked leisurely through the crowd. His eyes swept around casually, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Everything went according to plan. In less than an hour, this city would completely become a dead city.
He clenched the medicine bottle under his robe and stared at the city square in front of him.
Let the Tasman Kingdom's revenge begin here!
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