Hearing Sally's words, Roddy and Akasha looked at each other and did not explain further.
"I know what's important. You don't have to look at me like that."
Sally sighed. When she looked up, the golden sun was already shining through the horizon. The surviving humans finally saw the appearance of the High Elf guards. Many of them gasped in surprise. After all, "elves" rarely appeared in front of humans. It was strange to see more than a hundred of them at once.
"They won't be affected by the sun?"
"No. Unless we use a holy spell to shine directly on them, most people won't be able to see the difference."
"If we get close, will there be any flaws?"
"I made them pretend to be 'breathing'. They won't be able to detect the problem unless they stick close to them and listen to their heartbeats."
"There are such undead? This is the first time I've heard of it … "
Akasha and Sally started talking among themselves. This made Roddy feel like he was in the background. He coughed dryly. "My injury is nothing serious, but just to be safe … Sally, have the Rose Cross team move back."
This was something that had to be done. Sally could ignore the undead, but if a clergyman came out and made a fuss, the problem would be much more serious.
The Duchess also realized that there was still a lot of work to be done. After carefully confirming that there was no problem with Rody's bandages, she gestured to Akasha and trotted away. Her attitude made Rody feel a little strange. On the other hand, Akasha did not show any emotion. Her eyes were drooping as if she had something on her mind.
Roddy thought that his injury was stable. He then had Akasha do her best to treat the wounded. After the little priest left, Roddy finally had the energy to look around. But as far as the eye could see, there was only chaos. Other than the numb soldiers walking around, there was only blood and corpses.
"Sodelor!"
"Here!"
Sodelor, covered in blood, ran over from afar. At his waist was a broken sword that he had picked up from who knew where. The blade was broken into several pieces, and his armor was mottled with slashes, but he was still in good spirits.
Roddy bared his teeth. Shouting made his wounds hurt badly, but he still endured the pain and said, "Don't let any orcs escape. Send people with cavalry to chase after them. Kill every one of them that escapes down the mountain!"
"Understood."
Sodelor turned to leave, but he was stopped by Roddy. "Also, have Irwin bring a few people here alive. I have to ask them why they would go crazy and come here …"
It was hard to calculate the number of casualties, but as Roddy looked at the corpses on the ground, he understood that this battle was quite tragic. Even though Augustine's avatar was only at Level 30, Knight Titus almost died under the "Death Coil", not to mention the ordinary soldiers who were implicated.
The partial loss made Roddy sigh, but he was more worried about Augustine's position in this incident.
What was this old man trying to do? What was Tasman's goal?
Why did he recognize the profession of "witcher" and insist on killing me?
Roddy was not even in the mood to look at the "mission reward". He looked up and locked his eyes on a few orc captives that Irwin had pushed over …
*****
Only a few were as calm as Roddy. For the nobles who had fought with all their might, this was probably the longest night of their lives.
Catherine slumped to the ground and took deep breaths of the chilly morning air. Her strained arm was in extreme pain due to overexertion. Her underwear was soaked in sweat, and she shivered when the wind blew. She panted for a long time before she recovered from her crazy and bloodthirsty state. She gradually heard the voices around her.
"We survived …"
"The enemies are all dead."
"We won …"
The perilous situation had finally turned into a desperate counterattack. These people felt like they were in a dream. But when the light of dawn appeared in front of them, there were no cheers.
No one could be happy.
The corpses in front of them were piled up like a mountain. Among them were their comrades who had just died in battle, the nobles' private soldiers who had been turned into undead, and countless farmers and villagers in coarse clothes.
Orc corpses only took up a small portion of the corpses. More than 90% of the corpses in the camp in front of the mine belonged to humans. In other words, this inhumane battle meant that thousands of people from the Kingdom of Karen had died overnight.
"Damn undead scum!"
Baron Coliman, who was beside him, cursed under his breath. He had been stabbed and could barely stand after being bandaged. His face was pale and ugly. "This kind of scum who only knows how to hide in the shadows will be purified sooner or later!"
However, Kathlyn knew that these were just empty words. Under the current circumstances, the Kingdom of Karen could not organize an army to fight against the undead. Not to mention that the royal family had always advocated "friendly coexistence" with the undead. So this time … they could only bite the bullet and swallow it.
Putting aside these frustrations and humiliation for the time being, when the danger to her life disappeared, the grief of her father's death gradually drowned Catherine. Thinking of the current situation of her clan, she even felt a little dizzy for a moment. She accidentally tripped and fell straight to the side …
Thud.
Just when Catherine thought that she was going to fall to the ground, a hand reached out and held her arm firmly. After taking a closer look, she saw the hem of a simple yet luxurious robe.
Looking up, she realized that the person holding her was a beautiful High Elf.
The High Elf was half a head taller than her and had a straight posture. He had a wand at his waist. His face was cold and expressionless, and his eyes were as calm as a lake. Kathlyn immediately recognized that this was the High Elf Magician who had won the battle. She immediately became much more respectful. "Thank … thank you. This battle is all thanks to you …"
The High Elf Arcanist gently let go of her hand and looked at her silently.
Kathlyn bowed and continued, "Um … may I ask, are you a Magician under Lord Roddy?"
She knew that with this battle, the power of the kingdom had changed drastically. No matter what the result was, her family would have to advance and retreat together with Roddy. So Kathlyn wanted to know more about the power behind him …
But the Magician looked at her for a moment and suddenly said, "Bazz — Ithila."
"Huh?"
Kathlyn was stunned. She immediately understood that there was a language barrier. She had never learned the High Elf language, so they naturally could not communicate.
After saying that, the Magician nodded and left. Although his attitude was cold, he did not lose his manners. This made Kathlyn, who had always been known for being good at socializing, feel a little touched.
But not far away, Akasha, who was looking down at the wounded, suddenly turned her head and looked at them. As the "commander" of the undead, she had never listened to her "subordinates" speak. But the situation now was clearly beyond her control …
*****
At the same time, in Pacaro City, Sienna, who had not slept all night, finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Viscount An Ru, it's been a hard night for you."
At this point, he had already recognized the situation he was in. Even if the Magicians of his family were all killed, as long as the Milnor Family still had the support of the royal family, no one would be able to touch him.
So after sending a letter to his father asking for reinforcements, he took control of the situation. Even though An Ru was the lord of a territory, Sienna did not show the slightest bit of fear. "I've already written letters to the four fortresses nearby. If the carrier pigeons are fast enough, they will respond this afternoon. The first batch of reinforcements will arrive the day after tomorrow. You and I, on the other hand, will no longer have to worry about those Orcs."
"To be honest, I really don't have much experience in dealing with enemies. It's all thanks to Viscount Sienna's timely response …"
An Ru's ability to judge the situation went without saying. He did not forget to flatter Sienna, but his eyes were constantly looking out the door. Although he did not want to fight with the Milnor Family, he was afraid that Sally and the other nobles would come back and cause trouble for him.
Sienna knew what An Ru was worried about. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about them. Those Orcs are not stupid. No one can escape."
An Ru swallowed. Seeing that there was no one around, he could not help but feel anxious. "But what if …"
"They are traitors. Have you forgotten that, Viscount An Ru?"
Sienna had already prepared an excuse. "These nobles, led by Duke Eiffta, conspired with the Orcs. They took the opportunity of the spring hunting trip to join forces with the other lords of the Kingdom of Wreckage. It's all thanks to you and me that we managed to escape in time and save the lives of the people of Pacaro …"
"We are the heroes of the kingdom, but they … will go down in history as infamy! Do you understand what I'm saying, Lord An Ru? "
Sienna's words were calm, but there was a hint of madness in his expression.
An Ru swallowed. Although he knew that this was the only way out, when he heard it from Sienna … he still felt a chill run down his spine. To put it bluntly, this was blatant murder and framing. The crime was serious enough to destroy an entire family. It was not just a simple loss of profits!
From now on, the "Eiffta Territory" would no longer exist, and the "Lucifron Family" would become nothing more than a speck of dust in history!
"You're worried that they'll escape? It doesn't matter. I've already sent a letter to my father informing him of this. I've also warned the guards of the four fortresses to be on standby, lest these traitors lead the Orcs to breach the city gates. "
Sienna's train of thought was straight to the point. He did not care how it happened. All he wanted was for the truth to be confirmed.
"Is this … enough?"
An Ru could be considered an experienced veteran, but he still felt that this was not enough.
"It's not enough."
Sienna narrowed his eyes. When An Ru gave him a questioning look, he continued, "So now, I have another favor to ask of you, Viscount An Ru …
"Pick a team of cavalrymen and have them bring the Orc heads I've cut off to the imperial city. Present this information directly to His Majesty!
"As long as His Majesty sees my letter and the evidence, no matter what the outcome is, at least you and I will not be implicated …"
This was the advantage of the Milnor Family. Compared to the other nobles of the kingdom, Sienna knew His Majesty's modus operandi better. Charles II, who had never liked Eiffta, would definitely be happy to see the "truth" of Sally's "treason".
Regardless of whether the crime of being a "traitor" could be confirmed or not, there was no way they could escape suspicion. For the Royal Family, they could only "clean up" any element that they could not control.
"So … they're doomed!"
*****
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