But as a top-tier master, he wouldn't let that affect his mission.
Merkel immediately sought out Baron Mando, the leader of Oditore, and expressed his sincere gratitude and appreciation for what he had done. If it weren't for him, not a single soldier of the Vatican Knights would have survived. To express his gratitude, Merkel cast a blessing spell called 'Seed of Light'. This spell could benefit people for a lifetime, and Mando accepted it gladly.
However, there was an interlude in this short meeting. Merkel was very suspicious of Madam Vasaki's image … Or rather, he recognized Madam Vasaki's race at first glance. But when he heard that Madam Vasaki saved the city with a forbidden spell, Merkel wisely chose to keep his mouth shut and did not say much.
Mando stayed behind with his troops because it would take some time to rebuild after the war, and there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be any accidents during this period.
Madam Vasaki's forbidden spell alone destroyed 60% of the 100,000 undead army. This number was simply unheard of in recent battles. A top-tier master could only be useful in such a large-scale battle. Saville couldn't withstand Madam's attack, so the undead army's defeat was a foregone conclusion.
"Is Saville dead?"
On a quiet night, Mando finally raised this question to Madam who was dining across the table.
"We let him escape, but he lost a portion of his strength."
Madam said casually, but Mando could feel the slight reluctance in her heart. But this result wasn't necessarily bad —
"Loss?"
"Similar to the Life Transfer Spell. He sacrificed almost all of his magic power to cast a teleportation spell. Even my enchanted field couldn't trap him. But the price of doing so was that his strength dropped by an entire level."
Madam sighed. "I guess it will take some time for him to recover."
Mando nodded, but he was secretly a little worried … After the undead commander's strength was greatly reduced, would they send another one?
What would happen to their next attack?
This feeling made him feel very passive, because he discovered that the entire Empire and even the entire continent had adopted a "defensive" strategy when facing the undead's attack, but he had never heard of anyone daring to attack — perhaps the undead's reputation was too great, and no one had the courage to do so.
The construction of the teleportation circle in Sith's court had been completed and communication with Oditore had been reestablished. The command of the entire Sith Court had been transferred to Baron. According to the rules, this authority should have been given to the Empire's Viscount. However, the Sith Court had a total of three Viscounts. Two of them had died heroically in battle, and the remaining one wasn't a fool. He wisely gave up this authority to Baron Baron Benji.
The bigger the stick in one's hand, the higher one's status would be, and the more people would have to give you face. This was a particularly important rule and law for the nobles of the Empire.
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"Relax, I'm not as dangerous as you think." Chris paused and looked at Henry who had been staring at him for a long time. He shook his head helplessly and said, "By the way, I have a piece of good news. I'm not sure if you want to hear it."
Henry really wanted to raise his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat off his forehead — this necromancer's attitude towards him was very unusual …
Of course, the undead wouldn't have any … feelings that transcended life and planes … But Henry really couldn't understand why this mysterious fellow would speak to him in such a friendly manner.
Henry turned his head and looked around. He didn't know if he had gone mad or what. He actually met this necromancer in the city of Siliath …
"I know what you're worried about. You actually have a lot of choices. If you had rejected my request, the outcome today wouldn't have been any different."
Chris took off his hood and looked around. He sighed and said, "The environment here is very good."
His skull was really scary. These words were transmitted to Henry's mind through mental strength, so the way he could speak without moving his jaw looked very strange.
At this moment, the two were in the quiet villa in Siliath. Chris looked at the decorations behind him and sighed, as if he was a country bumpkin who had never seen such things before.
"You must be curious why I'm talking to you like this, right?"
"Very curious."
Henry nodded. The two old bones did not drink tea, and the atmosphere seemed a little stiff.
"I come from the Spectral Plane. The environment there is much worse than here. The sky is filled with smoke and dust, the sky is gray all day long, and the endless mountains of corpses and seas of bones … Oh, you can't imagine how monotonous and boring it is."
"So?"
"So I came to this plane." Chris paused and turned his eyes to Henry. "Perhaps you don't know, but it was Saville who helped me summon this plane, right?
To put it bluntly, I came here voluntarily. I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. "
"Then why can't you come here yourself?
Are you strong enough to cross planes? "
"Magic is not as simple as you think, Duke Myers." Chris paused without any impatience. He was silent for a while. "It's difficult to explain. By the way, you haven't answered my question yet. I have good news, would you like to share it?"
"I'll do as you say, Duke Chris."
"Originally, the contract between me and Saville has been terminated. It seems that this guy has suffered a serious injury, causing his strength to decline." Chris paused and revealed his emotions for the first time. He looked a little happy. "Now, I'm not bound by anything. To be honest, that contract makes me very uncomfortable. It's like walking together with a low-level skeleton soldier."
Henry blinked and said noncommittally, "So what's your plan now?
You know that I serve my lord. I will report anything about you to him. "
"Oh?
Your lord?
Is he very strong? "
"No, maybe not as strong as me."
"Then why aren't you his lord?"
"This may be the difference between this plane and the Spectral Plane." Henry fiddled with his scabbard. "Strength does not determine your status, and serving him doesn't mean that I'm inferior to him."
"Strange logic, but this may be the reason why this plane is different from mine."
"Go out for a walk?"
Chris suddenly made this request, but he quickly realized something and added, "You don't have to worry about my image."
As he spoke, his black robe gradually changed and shrouded his body like a cloud. In less than a few seconds, what appeared was a set of leather armor that was similar to Henry's. There was flesh and blood all over his body, and his face looked extremely normal. He looked like an ordinary mercenary.
"Your face is still a little pale, but it's not a big deal."
Henry added, then got up and opened the door for him.
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Flora reached out to pull her loose clothes and got on the carriage back to Sisyphean Palace.
The clothes that represented the monarch of the empire sometimes made her feel very heavy. It was not just heavy in a simple sense, but the burden in her heart that made her feel tired.
Her father had not appeared in front of her for a month. He stayed in the tower all day, and even Flora did not know what he was doing. But whenever she faced some difficult problem and could not sleep at night, she would receive a letter from her father. The solution and words of encouragement in the letter helped Flora overcome one problem after another.
Today, Flora finally received the report of the attack on the Sith Court. Along with it was a letter written by Arbiter Merkel.
The casualties made Flora frown. The Sith Court's guards all disappeared together with Count Garr and the loss of the information portal. She quickly understood that this was a premeditated … rebellion?
Flora did not know what to say. Could it be that humans would collude with the undead?
She could not imagine why Count Garr would do such a thing, but the truth was that he had done it. She had to believe it.
A few days ago, Marquis Barton's army and Victoria's army had wiped out the remaining undead. Of course, they had paid a heavy price. But the follow-up made Flora even more confused. Could Marquis Barton's army enter the city?