The quill scratched across the parchment paper, and lines of scribbled words recorded the various phenomena of the magic array.
Accurately correcting the flaws in the release of spells, the pitch-black pyramid-shaped magic array glowed with a strange bluish-purple light. The swaying halo reflected on Augustine's face, and his originally expressionless face gradually revealed a look of anticipation and excitement.
"Soon … Soon …"
In the laboratory where there were no outsiders, Augustine no longer wore the robe that represented power and majesty. His plain white robe was now stained with the blood of the "mutants", but he did not care about his image at all, because his long-term research was finally about to bear fruit. The repeated verifications were gradually coming to an end, and only the most crucial steps were left to completely construct the magic array model.
After recording the last paragraph, he got up and prepared to personally fetch the "mutants" for today's experiment. However, the response from the palace attendant made the Undead Emperor's face turn gloomy.
"What do you mean? The 'mutants' are gone? "
The first thing he thought of was whether the "mutant hunting" order that he had issued over the years had been carried out. However, when he carefully recalled the number of "mutants" he had used recently, he realized that it was because the experiment had reached a critical juncture, and too many "mutants" had been killed to obtain their blood, resulting in the current shortage of "materials".
"Your Majesty, the 'hunting order' has been issued again. This time, it has increased the reward and the number of hunts, but … no new 'mutants' have been caught recently."
"It's true that these things have become more and more difficult to catch after a few generations. It's not your fault."
Augustine had no intention of losing his temper with the attendant. Any magic experiment required a large number of materials and countless failures to complete. He had long been mentally prepared for this, but now that the experiment was stuck at a critical step, he was really depressed.
After all, this was not an ordinary spell improvement experiment, but a powerful magic array that could really change him, and even all the undead in Tasman!
"It's really not enough to let this group of lambs and ordinary mages hunt …"
Augustine knew the root of the problem, so he immediately sent his best troops to search and annihilate them. Although the undead had an almost eternal life, for a demigod mage, he did not want to wait any longer.
"Let Harlac be on standby. I will lock onto the location of these 'mutants' with tracking. They will set off to search for them tonight," Augustine ordered casually, only to see another eunuch walking over in a hurry. "What's wrong? What's the matter? "
There were not many people in Tasman who could attract Augustine's attention, and this inner attendant's expression clearly indicated that something big had happened. However, Augustine would never have thought that he would hear news of the 'Lambs' raising their flags in rebellion …
"For so many years, I have never heard of anyone jumping out to resist. Now, they suddenly come out to cause trouble …"
Augustine narrowed his eyes and immediately placed his suspicion on the few council elders who had been disagreeing with him. As a monarch, he never believed in coincidences, especially when something like this suddenly happened on the eve of the gathering of the army and preparing to set off. No matter how he thought about it, it was full of deliberate signs.
"If there is any other news, report it all together."
Augustine's experiments over the past few days had made him a little detached from current affairs. When he heard that the orcs' attack on Karen had been obstructed, he nodded in surprise. "It seems that humans are not as weak as I thought. It's a good thing to let the orcs exhaust them first."
He had originally planned to use the orcs as the vanguard. Now that the orcs were obstructed, he was even less anxious to let the undead soldiers charge forward. Thinking of the "lambs" who had raised their flags and rebelled in Tasman, he had a plan in mind. He strode toward the conference hall in the core area of the palace.
Any movement of the Tasman army had to be approved by the emperor's written order and magic seal.
Before dealing with the external forces, he had to deal with the internal forces first. This was something that Augustine had always wanted to do. Of course, what he wanted to do was to suppress the group of council elders. As for the 'lambs' …
When the undead army invaded the Kingdom of Karen, would he still have to worry about the problem of "lambs"?
… …
"Gather them and set up camp in the village."
Hundreds of kilometers away, in the northwest of the Tasman Kingdom, Roddy did not respond to Elder Ludd's words. Instead, he turned around and gave an order to the soldiers around him.
It was getting late. The supplies that the team had brought with them had been placed in the camp outside the village. Now that he had captured more than two hundred "mutants", he naturally had to consider the problem of food and accommodation.
Fortunately, the villagers in the abandoned village had evacuated in a hurry due to the "Plague Spell". The supplies left behind could be eaten after being purified by the "Holy Light Spell", which saved him a lot of trouble.
Elder Ludd and a few old men who could "demonize" were guarded by the soldiers beside Roddy in pairs. The others walked forward in the rain with their heads down. They were all bound by spells and did not have to worry about escaping. However, no one had the same thought at the moment. For many of them, ending the painful life of fleeing was a relief.
After entering the village, the team began to cook. Tasman's specialty rice was mixed with dried meat and cooked into meat porridge. When bowls of fragrant rice porridge were distributed to the mutants who had not eaten meat for a long time, many of them even choked with sobs.
Most of them had forgotten the taste of this food.
At this time, Ludd also realized that the group of people in front of him was different, especially the young man who had left him hanging. The young man did not act like a noble at all. His behavior was unusually fierce.
He wanted to take the initiative to say something, but he did not dare to speak because of Roddy's oppressive aura in the rain. The young man occasionally chatted with the wizard beside him and glanced at his people. Ludd's intuition told him that the young man did not have any killing intent, but the deep look in his eyes made him feel uneasy.
"You are their leader, right?"
Roddy suddenly turned to Ludd and said, "Go and call the dozen guys over there. It will save my people the trouble."
His words made Ludd's heart jump, but the situation was beyond his control. He hurriedly got up and walked to the edge of the village. He was surprised to find that the eighteen hunters who had gone out to hunt were actually hiding here.
Luther himself couldn't lock onto the position of his clansmen hiding outside the village from so far away. This kind of unfathomable strength immediately made him give up the last bit of hope and obediently led his men back to the center of the camp.
Akasha brewed a fragrant milk tea and brought it to Rody. He sat on a simple wooden stump and looked down at the cowering Luther. Finally, he started to talk.
"Tell me about your life. Are you the first human infected? "
"Yes, my lord. About seventy years ago, I and more than thirty villagers became like this. As a result, we were ostracized by the other villagers and had to hide in the forest …"
Ludd answered Roddy's questions honestly. At the same time, he gradually solved many of the doubts in Roddy's heart.
In fact, the reason why Roddy mentioned the word "infected" was because he could see the name above Ludd's head as "infected human". This was completely different from Nora's "demon subspecies". At least she still kept the name "human".
Therefore, he easily linked the words "infected", "demon", and "subspecies" together.
In Roddy's eyes, he simply named these "mutants" as "Teflin". This was the name of a half-demon race in a game in his memory. It was quite suitable now because from Ludd's words, it was easy to infer a fact:
The first generation of "infected humans" still had the identity of "human". They did not grow a tail, and their skin color was considered normal. Only their bodies had mutated, and they all had the ability to "demonize".
And their descendants, the third generation, gave birth to "demon subspecies" like Nora who had a demon tail. From then on, Teflin's body completely changed. From Ludd's description, from the second generation, Teflin's body was much stronger than ordinary humans. Facing the harsh environment in the wild, they almost never fell sick, and they also had a strong self-healing ability and night vision.
"Logically speaking, you shouldn't be in such a dire situation."
Roddy felt a little strange. Strong body and not falling sick, how could they be extinct?
"This … is mainly because of the" Blood Moon Calamity "and the pursuit of those humans." Ludd's face was bitter. "Every year, there will be a night where we suffer unbearable pain. Many newborn clansmen die in this kind of pain. If they are weak for a few days, it will be hard even when they are adults."
"Which day is it?"
"We no longer have the habit of recording the date. We only know that it is a day when the rain is about to stop, and then it will be a dry winter. Every year at this time, many of our clansmen are captured by those humans because they are weak. In recent years, they have been acting more and more frequently, so … "
Ludd had completely accepted his fate and told Roddy everything he could. Roddy felt that he had received a lot of information that night. He couldn't figure out why the undead were capturing these Teflin. After all, Tasman didn't have the self-righteous church that always claimed to "purify the demons". But as a basic principle, since the enemy wanted them, he had to hide them well.
Therefore, he had made up his mind to make these Teflin disappear from Tasman.
"I have a question."
Merlinsera, who had been listening on the side, suddenly spoke. Both Roddy and Ludd turned to look at her.
"You said that you and your companions were infected in the village … How did you get infected?"
"It was … flames that fell from the sky."
Ludd recalled the horrifying scene from more than 70 years ago, and his face involuntarily revealed a pained expression. "The purple flames enveloped everything. My whole body was burned by the flames, and I felt extremely cold. I even thought I would freeze to death —"
"Wait." Merlinsera's expression turned solemn. "Did you say … purple flames? Extremely cold? "
"Yes … yes …"
Ludd suddenly stuttered. The aura that Merlinsera suddenly emitted made him feel as if he was drowning. Even the horses around the village neighed in fear. The Teflin nearby kept quiet out of fear, and each of them felt as if an invisible hand was strangling their necks …
"Merlinsera!"
Roddy's shout suddenly brought her back to reality. Obviously, only Roddy and the soldiers with the "Dragon Slayer's Mark" were not affected. Although there was no Dragon Crystal, the "Dragon Power" was still shockingly powerful when it was manifested through magic oscillation. Merlinsera knew that she had lost her composure, so she quickly retracted her aura.
"What did you think of?"
Hearing Roddy's question, Merlinsera only then realized that he was holding her wrist. The violent emotions that had just risen in her heart instantly dissipated, and a subtle, strange feeling that made her heart tremble seemed to spread from her wrist to her entire body.
Seeing that her breathing had calmed down, Roddy loosened his grip without a trace. Merlinsera exhaled and tried to suppress the strange feeling in her heart. "The disaster he mentioned might have something to do with … my people."
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