Heartbreaker

I pushed open the door of the library and yelled, "Brother Eggshell, bring me that book!"

Popolo was arranging the bookshelves, when I called out, a book that was about to be put on the shelf hit him on the head with a thud.With a groan, the black-robed monk covered the bruise on his forehead and bounced around like a ball bouncing around the room.

I watched the famous painting "The Death of Keith Young" for a while, and sat down at the polished mahogany table, "Okay, it's just a small wound without blood. When are you going to give me the "Mystery of the Dead" find out?"

"That book is on the table. I just finished reading it, Your Majesty." Popolo held the swollen lump the size of a pigeon egg on his head, sucked in his breath, and poured me a cup of hot coffee.The light brown surface of the coffee was covered with a layer of white and greasy fresh cream, and it was hot. I sniffed the strong smell and said, "Good craftsmanship."

The monk said excitedly, "Brother Luo taught me this!"

I said casually, "Yes, he can do anything but kill."

Popolo stared at me, hesitating to speak.I opened the old "Mystery of the Dead", and saw that some of the comments Nugent had made in blue ink had been circled and criticized by Popolo in red ink.The handwriting of the two of them made it difficult for me to recognize the original text, so I asked directly, "Is there any record about the master and the undead sharing the soul?"

"Yes, on page 150, second line, third line." Popolo said.This monk looks crazy, but his memory is surprisingly good.

I turned to the part of the book about "soul resonance" and looked patiently.It is recorded in ancient books that it is similar to what Luo said. The way the master wakes up and possesses every sleeping undead is the way their souls resonate. At that time, I stabbed Luo's stomach and rubbed his lungs. I guess he was indeed hurt. wake up.As for possession, I have to admit that I smelled Luo's soul at that time like a male worm smelling female secretions, and I almost went crazy.

However, the common examples written in this book are astonishing. Some undead can wake up just by being hugged by the owner, some can say a few words casually, and some can smell the smell of the owner's body-there are different methods And feet.I frowned and looked at it, suddenly felt a moment of frustration, and then that faint depression turned into anger again.The book says that the more similar the soul is, the easier it is for the master to awaken the undead, and Luo's soul and I don't match, so some kind of strong emotion must be used—too bad, I chose "pain" to arouse resonance.

After all, in my past, from body to mind, the most indispensable thing was "pain", and Luo obviously did the same.

"May I ask, Your Majesty." Popolo asked, "What do you want to do with this book?"

I squinted at him, "What does it have to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me." The monk said, "But you can ask Brother Luo. Most of the records in the book are just a glimpse, why don't you ask your own undead yourself?"

I smirked.What I want to know, if I ask my undead, I'm afraid he will be uncomfortable and cranky.I just want to know one thing - I flicked through the pages, and finally, in an obscure location, I found the answer I was looking for.

[The Power of the Undead: Detailed Explanation

It can be said that most of the power of the undead comes from the power of the soul of the master he absorbed, and a small part is the energy that the undead had as a human being during his lifetime (but this is very small).Therefore, in order to enhance the power of the undead, some masters will work hard to train and teach their undead to have the same thinking, concepts and principles of life as they do.But this kind of training is only effective for undead with similar ideas and low intelligence.Once the master and the undead have a disagreement in principle, no matter how hard the master tries, the undead cannot be strong...]

"Tsk." Distraught, I flipped the page back angrily, and saw the last few sentences of this text.

【...So, someone once did a dangerous experiment.He destroys the brain of the undead, and when the opponent's brain is not completely healed, he uses the "possession" method in the summoning ceremony to re-occupy the undead, so as to achieve the purpose of "powerful thinking".During this time, the undead will reshape their past memories to become what the master wants.But this method will cause great damage to the undead, and the consequences are currently unknown...]

It turned out to be the case.

I laughed happily.Popolo was startled, looked at me fixedly, and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, what are you looking for records about 'soul resonance' for?"

I was in a good mood and said comfortably, "Of course it is to better communicate with my undead."

Popo said, "No, I don't think that's what you're aiming for. You want to change Brother Luo to be like you, right?"

I sneered and said, "I think it's pretty good. Ruo Luo is like me, he will definitely choose to smash your head at this time."

"You can't hurt Brother Luo anymore, Your Majesty!" The black-robed monk's expression suddenly became agitated, as if he wasn't the coward who hid in the carriage and let us laugh and scold, but the one who threatened to get rid of the necromancer madman. "The book "The Secret of the Undead" seems to be a study of the undead, but it is actually just telling people how to control and harm them more efficiently! Especially tell their masters! Lord, look at your smile just now, It's just creepy!"

I slapped the table fiercely, "Say one more word, and I'll smash your head like an eggshell!"

Popolo went even crazier.It occurred to me that he could talk about getting rid of the necromancer even if the crows were eating his skull.He shouted, "I'm going to say, I'm going to say more! I understand how painful it is for Brother Luo to become your undead. If it wasn't him, but any other undead, following you, there would be no Such deep pain! Ordinary undead only think about how to kill more people, but Brother Luo wants to save more people! He was wronged and endured so much when he was young, and he should have gone to heaven after death, who knows He has become an undead and can only be driven by people. He does not want to disappoint others, let alone you! So he fights for you and fights for the throne, knowing that hell is cruel, but for you, he never hesitates. He should have Heaven. He chose hell for you!"

I suddenly raised a pair of cold eyes, "Did Luo tell you this? Follow me, he feels deep pain?!"

"He didn't tell me that. He just told me that he loves you and he wants to bear your pain!" Popolo became more excited, and he shouted, "He said that you gave him everything and you are willing to cherish him Love that has never been cherished. He said, how can a person who can play such a lonely and desolate piano sound be a person with a hard heart? He said that you are actually a good person who has not been treated tenderly by the world. He said, He will work hard to give you the love and protection you want, so that you will never be disappointed in anyone again!"

"Enough." I said viciously, "If I knew you would be a crazy monk who said such things to me, I should have thrown you in the bone marsh to feed the crows!"

Popolo shouted, "I regret it too! If I knew that you were going to the necromancer's castle to summon the undead, I wouldn't have prayed and chanted to the Lord to bless you!"

"What did you say, Popolo?" I stared at him, "'When someone hits you on the left cheek, you not only want to hit him on the right cheek, but also knock out his teeth on the right side. You don't want to When people treat you how you do it, remember to do it to the person you hate next time'. Now you're going to reverse this bullshit with me?"

Popolo said angrily, "That's right. But the premise is that the other party slaps you on the left cheek! This does not mean that if a man slaps you on the left cheek, you blindly assume that all men will slap you on the left cheek ! If not all the men hit you on the left cheek, and now you hit everyone in the face indiscriminately, it would be your fault!"

I sneered, "The person who kills one person is the same as the person who kills thousands of people."

"If you are stubborn." The monk took a deep breath, his face flushed like a big red apple, "I will tell you the truth, Your Majesty. The original text of the "Book of Heaven" is not what I said. There is the second half of the sentence."

"'When someone hits you on the left cheek, you should not only hit his right cheek, but also knock out his teeth on the right side'." The monk said, "'But if someone hits your left cheek, you should stick out the right cheek. Let him hit, endure him, let him, care for him, he feels ashamed of it...'”

"Then you truly comprehend the glory of the Lord."

With a bang, I slam the door out.

****

The war on the Black Maple Plain has been raging for three full months. When Fallows led the Winter Ting Legion to climb up from the smoke, less than half of the original army of nearly 6000 people was left.They severely damaged the army of the Twilight Empire, relying on the bloody battle of 3000 people, killing more than 3 enemies.But Elliott quickly recruited troops in the Twilight Empire, expanded the army by 2 people, and increased support to the army with supplies and weapons, putting the Winter Ting Army in trouble again.

In the current Vulture City, even if His Majesty is asked to recruit soldiers, at most two thousand young men can be recruited—it is just a drop in the bucket, and it is easy to intensify the conflict between the king and the people, causing the Vulture City to split and collapse from within.This was the last result he wanted to see.

The old citizens of the Wanjiang Empire, after experiencing so many ups and downs, few people are willing to volunteer to seek death.

The twilight in the sky was as bright as agate, and it glowed with crystal blood, like the blood flowing on the armor of a warrior.Fallows sat on a desolate rock, dripping bitter ale, and longed to be so drunk.He is obviously more vicissitudes than when he first set off, his back is slightly hunched, and his chin, which has not been shaved for ten days, is covered with a bristly beard.He saw his slovenly and haggard appearance from the puddle, chuckled, drank the wine, and collapsed on the stone.

In any case, the river of time still flows forward, and as long as people live, they should continue to climb until they die.Fallows hiccupped and staggered back to the tent, determined to get a good night's sleep to get rid of all his troubles, and then face the rising sun tomorrow and continue to the next place.

The next important strategic point is the Luosai Wetland.

****

At night, Fallows still did not sleep well.

He dreamed of many memories buried deep in his heart, and he was sweating coldly in his sleep.He dreamed that corpses were scattered all over the field, blood flowed into rivers, and the sharp laughter of the undead was like a gust of wind whistling across the wasteland. Its huge sickle surrounded by blue and white flames easily cut off the souls of tens of thousands of people like wheat.It roared hysterically over the majestic and majestic castle of the Wanjiang Empire, its ethereal body wandered around the city wall like a shadow, and the giant scythe waved lightning-like dazzling traces of light in the purple-black gunpowder smoke that was soaring into the sky.

dead.

That word was branded in his mind like a brand, taking root and sprouting, oozing out viscous toxins.He remembered that his father, facing the bloodthirsty undead, gave the army the command to "retreat" for the first time.They fled in panic like bereaved dogs, like a group of ants fleeing desperately under the big feet.

They turned out to be such humble existences, so humble that even death is a joke of the undead in the blink of an eye.

The flame was bright red, and the blood was dark red. When the two intertwined reds faded from the chaotic field of vision, what appeared was the sad and desolate face of the undead.The king said that the undead's name was "Luo".Pharos dreamed that he would impale him with an iron shuttle, strip him of his clothes, and watch him plead his case to the Minister of Justice.

The expression of the undead showed a desperate stubbornness after realizing that they would not listen to his explanation. "Despair" is directed at them, but "stubbornness" is directed at something in his heart. 【The undead is not lying. 】

He knew it, and so did Nugent Black.But they can't be merciful, today's mercy may cause tomorrow's disaster.

Then, Nugent used the bottle of potion to completely defeat the persistence of the undead...

"..."

Fallows woke up drenched in sweat.He stared at his palm, heaved his chest dully, put his palm on his forehead, and sighed deeply.

****

Interestingly, when a person is not crushed by the burden on his shoulders and wants to move on, God always likes to add a few heavy weights to him.God seems to think that a person who can bear a certain weight should let him try to bear a greater weight.Not until the poor man is overwhelmed and crushed to death, and hastily passed the rest of his life, will the supreme god resign without interest and say kindly, "Son, come to heaven."

At this time, Fallows felt that he was such a porter played by God.The team of the Winter Ting Army marched to the Luosai Wetland, and they had only been stationed for five days, and the soldiers were infected with the plague one after another.

The Luosai Wetland has soft soil and is composed of hundreds of dark and narrow puddles intertwined, just like the veins of the human body flowing with blood.Any army marching here would be slowed down by the wet and sticky soil and the ubiquitous puddles, and the horseshoes could easily get stuck in the mud.The neighing of war horses was heard everywhere along the way, and the soldiers were noisily cursing the wet and sticky mud.Fallows led the horse and walked forward cautiously. Looking at the misty sky, he felt that his brain seemed to be filled with the mud of the wetland, and his eyes would feel dry pain when he turned his eyes a little.

Under such harsh environmental conditions and difficult marching conditions, the invulnerable Winter Ting Army was defeated by the viruses and bacteria permeating the wetland miasma.

"Chief Knight, now nearly a thousand soldiers in the barracks have erythema, boils, and pustules on their bodies, which are extremely itchy. Of the remaining soldiers, 500 have symptoms of dizziness, nausea, and limb weakness. Many infected, it's only getting worse..."

Fallows was sitting in the tent where he was discussing the matter. Out of more than a dozen generals, only four or five were left uninfected by the toxin, but their faces were full of loss and despair.

After the meeting, Fallows sat alone in the tent for a long time.He numbly allowed the sky outside to change from foggy day to cold night, and seemed to be able to hear the soldiers moaning in pain.The Winter Ting Army is currently suffering from the plague, and there is no need for the army of the Twilight Empire to torment them. God first gave them a warning.

"Damn..."

The young knight cursed, feeling uncontrollable tears welling up in his eyes.He propped his head with his hands in dull pain, and almost wanted to cry desperately.His father may have taught him to lead an army, but he hadn't told him what to do when a disaster swept through the army.Do you pray to God?If the damned God was willing to take care of them, he would not have allowed the Wanjiang Empire to suffer such a catastrophe a few years ago.If the damned god would have listened to his prayers, he would not have forced him to use his sword against his father who had turned into a dragon...

"Look what you look like now, Fallows!"

The young knight wiped his eye sockets vigorously, sniffed his nose, and calmed down his emotions.He couldn't fall down, and he couldn't release his pain and stress at will like other people.He must do his best to prevent the situation from getting worse. His heart has been made of mud since he was a child, and it will not be easily broken, let alone so crystal clear.

Fallows strode out of the tent, in the dark night, but at a loss as to what to do.They sent a message to the king a few days ago, but they have not waited for the other party's reply.What can he do now?

Thick fog filled the night, surrounding the tents where the Winter Ting Army was stationed, like a thin layer of ash floating on a lampshade.The Silver Scale Knight dragged his weary footsteps away from the army camp, walked up a small hill, and stopped on a relatively dry piece of land high above.

"..."

He silently looked at the dark and silent sky, then suddenly knelt down, opened his arms, and bowed to the sky with all his strength!

"Great God!" he shouted, feeling tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, "If you can hear my voice, please answer my wish, even if it only gives us a little hope! The Winter Ting Army did not fight for selfish desires, not for slaughter, but for the people they swore to protect! If you pity the world and those poor people who are struggling in Vulture City, then please enlighten us! What should I do, what should I do, so that I can get rid of the current predicament, seek a ray of humble light, continue to muster up courage, and continue to walk through the thorny road you gave?!"

"Please tell me!"

After the Silver Scale Knight shouted in despair, he was finally overwhelmed by a sense of exhaustion throughout his body and mind.He fell on the wet ground, choked up and fell into a lethargic sleep.

The night mist gradually dissipated, and two groups of faint blue flames appeared not far behind him, like two gentle eyes, filled with endless compassion.

"Trust me..." The voice was as light as the night, melting into the lonely darkness with the wind.

"Everything will be fine, Knight Commander."