Cannon fodder "attack" development system

That was a dead person a hundred years ago. Where did the deep hatred come from to the point of digging a grave?

Wen Te moved the chair and asked Song Guan to sit aside and watch the "Black Feather Army" dig out the coffin that was buried deep in the ground.

He didn't understand what the old man wanted to do, only relying on the information he had, he couldn't find any connection between Mountbatten and the old man, so he couldn't figure it out at all.

A little after noon is about the hottest time of the day.The lid of the coffin was lifted, and under the abundant sunlight, the dead who had been sleeping in the coffin for nearly a hundred years came to light again.Because of the special magic blessing, the corpse still kept its lifelike appearance, as if it was still alive, but it just closed its eyes and took a nap for a while, and then woke up in the next second.

Wen Te carefully and calmly looked at the corpse from the beginning to the end, and then admitted in his heart that this person who passed away for a hundred years is indeed good-looking.

The corpse of a male with no age can be seen, the face is still young, only the hair is completely pale-Winter thinks of the Grand Duke himself when he looks at it.It's not because of his appearance, but because the Grand Duke will become younger after using the large magic. Under such circumstances, the hair color of the young Grand Duke is also white.That pale feeling is like this person.And he knew that the real grand duke's hair was not white when he was young. He had seen portraits, and it was a light platinum blonde.

So is there any connection between the two?

He turned his head to look at the old man, with the intention of probing, but saw that the old man who had been staring at the corpse in the coffin suddenly took a deep breath and turned his face away, and tightened his hand on the armrest of the chair, followed by After a while, it slowly loosened again.

He saw the old man raised his hand and said to him, "Give me the whip."

whip.

In recent days, the chaotic scene in the day-to-day dreams was suddenly evoked by the word "whip" in the old man's mouth.For a moment Wen Te blushed slightly, but luckily no one was paying attention to him at this time, he collected himself and told that the whip was on the carriage, then turned back to the carriage and took the whip and handed it to the old man.

Seeing the old man who had received the whip, holding on to the coffin with murderous intent, Wen Te frowned.In his impression, the old man has always shown little emotion, usually with a deadpan expression, or occasionally with a bit of ironic contempt.It was the first time he saw the old man showing his emotions like this, as if a dry branch was ignited.He didn't understand, what is the reason for this corpse to make people react like this?

And what happened next surprised him even more.

When the old man waved his whip towards the corpse with a gloomy face, Wen Te was shocked by the killing intent, and he blurted out: "My lord."

The other party seemed to have never heard it at all.

Winter watched the old man lift the whip, whip after whip, until finally the head of the corpse was severed, and he felt a feeling that he couldn't describe in his heart.When the old man finally stopped and threw the whip in his hand into the coffin, Wen Te was still staring blankly at the apparently abandoned whip.The other party's command sentence came from the ear.There was still a little panting between the words, and the breathing obviously didn't calm down. Song Guan said: "It's all burned, clean it up."

This is to...

Flying ash does not leave...?

It was clear that it was broad daylight, but I felt a little cold. It was a chill in my heart, but there was also a strange shivering excitement for no reason.

Wen Te lowered his head slightly, restrained all his emotions, and knelt down on one knee. Anyway, he didn't say that it must be the work of the "Black Feather Army". He pleaded for orders on his own, with a calm voice: "Yes, my lord."

The older noble didn't give any instructions on what to do next, and only accompanied by the "Black Feather Army", he left the cemetery without looking back, as if he didn't want to stay in this place for one more second.

Winter watched the other person leave until the figure completely disappeared from his sight, then he turned around and looked at the open wooden coffin.A corpse lying in disarray, with simple clothes and few funerary objects, only a scroll on the sole of the foot.

The old man was too calm when facing the corpse, he didn't notice these details at all.Wen Te bent down and took out the scroll. After unfolding it, he saw an oil painting attached to the scroll. The color of the picture was very dark and colorful, almost giving off an evil meaning. The painting on it was a person with facial features missing , sitting on a chair in an imprisoned posture. On the blank surface, there is a red mark at the point below the eyes of the human face.

Unidentified painting.

Winter tore the oil painting off the scroll, folded it into a palm-sized square without cherishing it, and put it in his arms.Without thinking, he dropped a magic flame on the corpse inside the coffin.

At the same time, before the flames completely burned, Winter bent over to be picked up by the opponent's random whip.

He looked at the white leather whip with golden patterns, pinched the tail of the whip, and slowly stroked the whip with his fingers, and the unspeakable emotions before came up again.But at this time, after careful consideration of the distinction, it seems that jealousy is mixed with resentment—the resentment obviously brings out a bit of resentment.

This whip should obviously belong to him.

It's always been his, hasn't it?

That man used a whip, at least when he used this whip, he should only hit him.

What is the dead man in the coffin?

The ancient corpse was creaking and creaking, and Wen Te didn't have the heart to look at it any more. He just threw the whip in his hand into the fire.In the end, it was burnt to a scorched corpse. He glanced at it and stepped on it.

The bones were very brittle, and they all shattered when stepped on, leaving a lot of bone powder on his shoe.

Before going to see the Grand Duke, Winter changed his clothes.

Song Guan sat up straight: "Is it all burned?"

Winter replied: "It's all burned."

After a while, Song Guan said, "OK."

This time, the group of them did not stay longer in the city of "Tel Aviv", and did not even stay overnight. Instead, they drove all night, aiming at the final destination of the trip, a city occupied by the revolutionary army.It is said that the heads of the city lord's family were all chopped off and hung on the city wall. The scene was very bloody.The revolutionary army's actions were not so much a deterrent as a gesture of provoking those in power.

At the beginning of this bloody revolution, the banner that everyone played was the so-called liberation of civilians imprisoned in prisons.

It is true that since ancient times, the legal provisions have been much stricter for civilians than for nobles, so the prisons have always been ordinary citizens without status. I have never heard of any nobles being imprisoned, unless The king took it directly into custody.

To free the prison, of course, makes sense.However, the ridiculous thing about this whole thing is that the unlucky city lord who died in the revolution has always been a very gentle, generous and listening person, at least within the scope of his jurisdiction, no dead people happened. Unjust cases, and the prison has been empty for a long time, and no one is locked in it.

It's probably always been that way.Fish should be eaten fresh, and persimmons should be soft.You see, no one dares to cause trouble in the jurisdiction of the most vicious dukedom.

After the city was occupied by the revolutionary army, it has been difficult to recover, because the defenders of the city have a very difficult stone puppet.This puppet came out quietly. It has never been sold on the market before. There is no record. It just looks a bit old. I don’t know which alchemist in the past made it. Fortunately, the Revolutionary Army has the ability to fish out such a puppet. The tricky thing has caused Wang Jun a lot of trouble. It has been several months, but he still hasn't captured the city.

But the original owner didn't take this puppet seriously at all, and felt that it was not worth mentioning.But Song Guan was not interested in all of this, he followed the meaning of the outline, went out for a cutscene, and then found the grandson of the original owner, who was in the middle of nowhere, so as to successfully complete the plot he should complete.

The leader of the king's army guarding outside the city met Song Guan and reported the recent battle situation.Song Guan rested his chin on one hand, and listened with half-closed eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.Just at this time, there was a huge bang outside and there was a sudden commotion, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Song Guan opened his eyes, and General Wang Jun replied with cold sweat on his forehead, "It's a puppet of the Revolutionary Army."

Hearing this, Song Guan let out a "huh", and his sound should have been a bit long, the cold sweat on the forehead of the king's army leader became more and more surprising, occasionally a few drops of sweat merged together, and then slid down from his cheeks, like It was tears.

Picking up the pen and paper on the table casually, Song Guan said, "What did you say just now? Continue."

Wen Te, who was standing behind Song Guan, watched Song Guan pick up a pen and jot down things on the paper.He couldn't recognize what was written in the handwriting, maybe it was a code word.He looked at it for a while, and really couldn't understand it, so he stopped thinking about it.It was only later that he suspected that the Grand Duke hadn't listened carefully to people's words at all, because on the edge of the paper written by the old man, some small animals with simple strokes gradually appeared, all of which were round and round.

The round animal image reminded him of the days when he lived as a "blind stream".

At that time, he met an old lady who taught him to read and draw.He handed the finished painting to the old grandma. The old grandma looked at it for a long time and sighed: "The little guy is so angry."

He doesn't understand.

The old grandma smiled and said, "It's nothing." She reached out and touched his head, "Aren't you afraid that the lines you draw are so sharp? I thought that little guys at your age like to draw round things."

He raised his face, his eyes widened: "Why should I be afraid?"

The old woman said, "Aren't you afraid of being stabbed?"

So the old man with rounded strokes is like those young and ignorant children who are afraid of being stabbed when they see sharper lines?

Song Guan was scribbling on the paper as he walked, and when he came back to his senses, he had unknowingly added a series of small animals on it.He dropped the pen in a bit of boredom, and Wang Jun's generals trembled in fright at the news.Song Guandao: "Siege the city tomorrow morning."

That's it. Anyway, the "Black Feather Army" brought by the original owner is not vegetarian.

Washing at night, because of limited conditions, so I don't have to take a bath, I can only wipe my body with a damp cloth.Originally, a soldier waited on him, and Song Guan planned to just wipe it off indiscriminately before falling asleep, but he didn't expect the protagonist to accept this job halfway.Song watched the protagonist suffer, and before he could ask, the other party first explained: "My lord, I'm afraid they won't take good care of them, so I came here."

Song Guan is used to being served by others, so he doesn't think so, but he really has no requirements for the person who serves him, but since the protagonist Shou wants to come, then come, anyway, he is not afraid of the other party's mischief, it is impossible now This little revolutionary army is about to kill him.Even if Wen Te really has this heart, the success rate may not reach [-]%.

He turned around and let the other party wipe his back with a wet silk cloth.

The slightly cool touch carefully rubbed over the back of the shoulder, all the way down, and finally slid into the groin. Song Guan didn't stop it, because he thought it was nothing, but when the fingers through the silk cloth were carefully cleaning and scrubbing for someone, he clearly felt that the other person was There was a little bit of his finger, even though it was just a little bit, but it was indeed pressed like this, the fingertips twirled slightly, and entered the very private place behind him.

Song Guan trembled all of a sudden.