Eastern part of the Elven Empire, Sith's Vick Castle.
"Kade, what's the matter at this hour?"
The owner of the castle, the Major of the 3rd Elf Legion, Pinzick, who was stationed here, lifted his head from his desk and glanced at his assistant. The latter wanted to say something but hesitated for a while. In the end, he took the letter and placed it in front of Pinzick respectfully.
Pinzick rubbed his eyes that were a little sore from all the paperwork he had been working on. He took the letter and read it word by word.
The candle in the corner flickered for a moment before stabilizing. However, neither of them noticed it.
Sith's Vick Castle was one of the strategic castles in the northeast of the Elven Empire. It was located at the edge of the Elven Empire, facing the Empire of Saint Reims from afar. The nearest major city to it was Karo City. It could be said that in order to attack Karo City, they had to first take down the impregnable Sith's Vick Castle.
"What?
Is this true? "
Pinzick's narrowed eyes suddenly emitted a beam of cold light, immediately silencing Cade. Before he could reply, Pinzick put away the letter and said indifferently, "Alright, I got it. Inform all the officers of the 3rd Division that they must gather in the castle before tomorrow morning. We have something to do."
The candle beside Pinzick flickered unnaturally again.
This time, Pinzick, who had been through hundreds of battles and was a major of the 3rd Legion, suddenly became vigilant.
He stopped in his tracks and immediately drew the standard longsword that had never left his side. His tall nose twitched slightly as if he had smelled something. He then narrowed his eyes and looked around.
Kade was Pinzick's new assistant. He was a young elf who was still wet behind the ears. When he saw his superior draw his longsword as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he was so frightened that he hurriedly took two steps back. However, he accidentally knocked into a shelf beside him, and a few utensils on it fell to the ground and shattered.
However, at the same time as the utensils shattered, Pinzick suddenly turned his body and slashed the empty space in front of him with his sword!
A figure suddenly appeared in the air!
The figure's right hand was holding a dagger that gleamed with a cold light, but because Pinzick dodged, the attack missed. At the same time, he was unable to turn around and dodge because he had used too many moves, so the experienced Pinzick slashed at his shoulder!
A broken arm flew far away with a foul stench!
Pinzick stared at the assassin who wanted to kill him, but the corners of his mouth curled up into a disdainful sneer. He was about to end this audacious guy with one slash, but just as he was about to swing his sword down, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest!
Pinzick looked down in shock and saw a crescent blade protruding from his left chest.
Another assassin strangely and silently appeared behind him. He pierced through Pinzick's chest with a single slash, and then he pulled out his blade and put it away!
There were no unnecessary movements during the entire process!
After kicking Pinzick, who was half-kneeling on the ground, to the ground, Henry's white and lifeless eyes glanced at Cade, who was paralyzed on the ground, but he did not swing his sword again. He lowered his head and silently picked up the severed arm on the ground. Without looking back, he turned around and jumped out of the window with his silent comrade, disappearing into the boundless night in the blink of an eye.
The panic-stricken Cade looked at Pinzick, who had already breathed his last, but died with his eyes wide open. He was so frightened that he could not speak. His slackened pupils still carried a deep unwillingness, and his once powerful hands could no longer hold the longsword that had accompanied him for so many years.
After a while, Cade suddenly let out a strange cry and scrambled out of the room. He shouted at the Elven guards not far away, who were completely unaware, "Assassin!
Assassin!
Someone's dead! "
The panicked voice immediately alerted the garrison in Sith's Vick Castle. Not long after, the whole castle was shrouded in a silent and angry atmosphere when they received the news that their highest commander had been assassinated.
Pinzick's corpse was carried away, and his belongings were tidied up. The temporary acting Castle Master, Captain Garcha of the Third Legion, picked up the letter that Pinzick had just read before his death. He gently twisted open the blood-stained letter and opened it.
"… Three days ago, Castellan Carlo was assassinated, and Castellan Pansy died. Within two days, assassinations against castellans or castle masters occurred in Tarsiville City, Vilo City, Siflin Castle, and Gordo Castle. All the targets of the assassination have died. I hope that all relevant personnel will take defensive measures …
The news of the undead invasion has been confirmed. All local garrisons are to be mobilized within three days and be ready to enter the battle. "
The letter was signed by the Elder Dahir Assembly. It was a notice of the highest level.
To put it bluntly, this letter was just a precursor to a large-scale mobilization. After that, the entire elven race would immediately be mobilized. The army and all logistics departments would begin operating at high speed, ready to resist the invasion of the undead army at any time!
The cities and fortresses mentioned in the letter were all border cities between the Elven Empire and the Empire of Saint Reims. The successive assassinations immediately made all the higher-ups of the elven race feel insecure. After the news spread to Dahir, the strong attack of the undead assassins had seriously affected the morale of the elves even before the war began. The Elder Assembly immediately took strong measures, ready to resist the coming storm at any time.
"Pass the order!
First-level combat readiness, execute immediately! "Garcha put away the letter and turned around to order his adjutant.
* * *
A day later.
"What do you think?"
Elder Wendell calmly pushed the urgent letter from Sith's Vick Castle to Elder Liril in front of him. Elder Liril picked it up and glanced at it. She frowned and thought for a moment, then replied helplessly, "To be honest, I really can't figure out why."
The five border cities that Elder Liril was in charge of had all suffered "decapitation" assassinations at the same time. Her right-hand men were all killed within three days. It was a heavy loss.
"What do you mean why?
What do you mean?
A lot of things or assassinations? "Elder Wendell gently tapped his fingers on the armchair and leaned back.
"Both. I can't figure out why the recipient of the Guardian's Medal would be suspected of assassinating Castellan Carlo. And what I can't figure out is why those old bones turned to assassinations?"
Elder Liril caressed the scar on her face out of habit. "Isn't their strategy to drown you in a sea of bones and then kill you like a swarm of locusts? How did they manage to assassinate the city lords of five border cities in just three days?
What's their purpose?
Did the death of a few leaders cause chaos in the world?
They're not that stupid. "
"There are many questions. Let's analyze them slowly."
Elder Wendell replied unhurriedly, "There are many questions that need not be discussed. My men have reported the situation at the time. It seems that the same thing happened to several other cities. Pansy was also assassinated by the undead. But the enemy was so skillful that the guards mistakenly thought it was the work of many people."
The intelligence agency of the elders in the Elven Empire was not inferior to that of any other country. As a country with a history of nearly ten thousand years, although it had gone through several hardships, highs and lows, its deep heritage was incomparable to that of a human country like Saint-Rames.
Elder Liril was in charge of border defense. She also knew the accuracy and authenticity of the intelligence agency. Hearing Elder Wendell's answer, she no longer had many doubts.
"I don't understand what that old man Leoric is thinking. Everyone's in danger now. Sigh, we old geezers have been fighting for more than a thousand years. I really don't know what kind of disaster he'll bring this time." "That's not right.
Elder Wendell sighed, but he did not come to a conclusion. Liril, who was more than two hundred years younger, was a little frustrated. She picked up the letter and read it again.
"Five border cities. Why does it have to be the border cities?"
Liril was a little stunned. She suddenly asked, "Didn't the Empire of Saint Reims have such incidents?"
Elder Wendell frowned. Apparently, he had thought of something, but his mood did not change much. "I need to confirm it. I haven't been paying attention to them recently."
Then, he got up and ordered his men to investigate the matter.
Three days later, the mayor of Karo announced the cancellation of the arrest warrants for many mercenaries. At the same time, he posted a new statement on the place where the wanted posters were originally pasted.
The statement emphasized that many owners of the Elven Empire's Guardian Badge were friends of the people of the Elven Empire, and that the assassination was done by someone else.
The mayor, who had taken off the "agent" hat, also expressed his sincere apologies to many people and hoped that many people would come to the mayor's mansion after reading the notice.
When Madam Vasaki, who was in Karo City that day, saw the notice pasted on the door of the shop, she revealed a smile that could charm all living beings. Then, she disappeared into the void with the gold coins that she had saved because of the many space rings.