Ride and Cut

As soon as the lord entered the door, he saw Nehru lying on the fence preparing for a fireball technique. The dots of fire elements were already looming in the night sky, and it was obviously about to come to an end.

When Richard raised his hand, a big-necked slip interrupted the cast, leaving a sentence of "No elemental powers allowed" to Nehru, who looked dazed, and he had already walked towards the camp.

Several heads from Alpine Fort greeted him, and Gunther began to yell and ask as soon as they met, "Boss, what's that stuff outside?"

"That's a walking corpse, it's a kind of undead creature." Richard laughed bitterly, "I saw the undead all day, and saw the undead hanging around my mouth, I didn't expect to see the undead today."

"My lord, what shall we do now?" Hutt looked worriedly at the night outside.

"I'm telling you that all over 400,000 people in Winter City are now **** that kind of ghost, 400,000!" Lord Lord spread his hands and sighed while shaking his head, "What should I do? I also want to know. What to do, go to..."

Richard was talking and suddenly couldn't go on.

Because a pair of eyes were looking at him scorchingly, even if he knew that the situation was extremely dangerous, there was no wavering. There is something called trust in their eyes, which is hot and scorching. In this cold night, it is more dazzling than the fire.

So Lord Lord took a deep breath and immediately calmed down, and the irritability disappeared.

"Did Dracula come back?" Richard asked as he tried to unload Vera on the chair, but the Pastor Stuart clinging to him like an octopus, his whole body clinging to his back. Refused to come down.

"Give me a coat first." Vera said in a faint voice like a mosquito to Richard's ear.

"What?" Lord Lord didn't hear clearly, and asked impatiently.

"Get me a coat first!" Vera bit her mouth full of silver teeth, her beautiful face almost distorted. If his eyes were warm, Richard must now be fully cooked from the inside out.

"Jacket?" Richard impatiently grabbed a tablecloth and threw it to her. "It's only this, do you want love."

Vera first carefully covered her chest with a tablecloth, then straightened up and jumped off Richard's back, and left without looking back with a cold snort.

Hutt blinked his eyes twice and decided to pretend to know nothing: "My lord, Dracula came back and went to look for His Royal Highness Bedrick again, and he hasn't come back yet."

Richard grabbed a bottle of ale, flicked the cork, and puffed into his throat. The ale in the outdoor natural refrigerator is very cold, and swallowing it into the stomach can calm people down quickly.

He didn't know the limits of the Pompeii Expeditionary Force, whether it could deal with more than 400,000 walking corpses and thousands of zombie warriors. But in any case, it is obviously a better choice to evacuate this place of right and wrong first.

"Count the number of people first. No one is missing. Throw away all the other things. When Dracula comes back, he will leave."

It takes time for the walking corpses scattered throughout the city to become entangled into a scale, so at the moment, the pressure on the mountain fort is not too great. But this kind of looseness is just an illusion, and the time will never be too long. Now is a matter of seconds, and it is best to evacuate Winter City before the arrival of a large-scale attack.

"Yes, my lord!" Hutt turned and hurried away.

"Don't need the baggage?" Gunther still feels distressed about the precious food. His hometown, the Arctic Ice Field, has to fight for this stuff every year, but now he wants to abandon it all in vain.

"No, no extra things." Richard smashed the bottle to the ground fiercely, his face was naked and brutal, "As long as people are okay, I will take you to block the road and robbery and you will not be hungry. But. People are gone, there is still a fart to keep up!"

"Okay." Gunther also left, and he wanted to eat a few more bites to pay back. The last few heads and brains also disappeared.

Richard scratched his head, everything that should be done was done, and everything that should be ordered was also ordered. In the entire camp, everyone was busy, and the illuminated brazier cast mottled shadows on the ground.

To help? There is no shortage of him. What else to do? It seems unnecessary.

Lord Lord suddenly realized that at such a tight juncture, he had nothing to do. There is another one who is so idle with him—the round moon in the sky.

"Master Richard, I want to meet your commander in person." Seedorf, who had been silent since entering the camp, said suddenly.

"Father, it's not that I am perfunctory." Generally speaking, ninety-nine percent of the beginning is to be perfunctory, but this time Richard really didn't. Normally, there are layers of notifications. I have asked the Crown Prince Pompeii to give you a message, but it's a question of whether it is successful or not. Now that time is precious, you should follow us first."

"Is it really impossible?" Seedorf confirmed again.

Richard shook his head quickly. "The little officers of the City Guard who are in charge of hundreds of people can't even see you if you want to?"

"Yes." Bernard whispered, "In our Winter City Guards, let alone small officers, even ordinary soldiers can meet adults."

The lord laughed helplessly, this difference was really completely beyond his expectation, and he didn't know what to say.

"It seems really impossible." Seedorf sighed regretfully.

"Everyone!" bowed his head and drew his sword out of its sheath, and pointed diagonally at the sky.

The dozens of Stuarts who came with him looked at Seedorf, including Vera. There was a crack in the chest of her clothes, which was covered by a cloth. Richard knew how to see that cloth.

"In the name of the Supreme Commander of Wintertime City, I order you to immediately evacuate with Master Richard."

"We?" Bernard was keenly aware of the implications, "sir, what about you?"

There was a well in the camp of Alpine Castle. Seedorf walked over and sat on the stone edge two steps, putting his sword in the mud in front of him. The night wind blew his gray hair, and suddenly there was a sad taste of heroic twilight.

"Me? I'm not leaving."

"Why!" Bernard growled.

"I have experienced many failures in my life." Seedorf's voice was very steady and the volume was not loud, like a gurgling river. "Every time, I thought I would bear the share of the dead~www. readwn.com~ Keep going. So to this day, for the dead, I can keep going."

"But this time-thirty thousand city guards, four hundred and fifty thousand inhabitants, hundreds of thousands of lives disappeared overnight. It's too heavy, too heavy to carry on. I really want to rest and rest, so I'm so bad. The old man will always accompany Winter City and the 400,000 victims here."

Seedorf at this moment was not like a general, but more like an ordinary old man with a haggard mind. The ambitions of his youth had gone away from him, and all he pursued was peace of mind.

"My lord, it's not your fault." Bernard, who was as strong as a black bear, closed his eyes tightly, but couldn't stop the tears from streaming down.

"It's not my fault, but it's the last straw that overwhelms me." Seedorf smiled, his clear eyes were warm and energetic, "Don't cry, I'm already..."

"Bang!" Before the words finished, Seedorf fell like a puddle of mud, and Richard threw a firewood stick on the ground behind him.

"Why are you talking about those useless?" He looked at Bernard contemptuously, "Just stun and take it away. If you have any reason, I will make a noise later."