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Act 1: Overture to the Forest Chapter 58: The Fragrance of Death

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    "The Ring Sword Council unsealed, to the King of the First Battle of Eagle, the Lord of Right Wing, and the Grand Duke of Split Feather." "I have no qualifications or face to defend the defeat. I ruined tens of thousands of Kumara's young people, who were supposed to be Chongying."  A glorious man who has won military honors under the banner. However, I still want to say, please look at my past achievements and read the following words carefully." Burchfield dipped his quill in ink and stretched out his hand.  His movements pulled at the wound on his right rib, and the pain made his face paler.  Boom!  There was a flash of light outside the window of the stone room, followed by explosions, screams, and the sound of something being blown to pieces.  The left-wing military governor thought, it’s time to stop.  Sure enough, the flashes and noises stopped coming, the elves stopped shooting magic secret arrows, and they came in.  If he could see the location and number of the opponent's troops, he could estimate the elves, no, the range, number, and possible weaknesses that the Gallan Nord army could use to attack Burchfield shook his head and put this kind of attack into perspective.  The military considerations of occupational disease throw out the head, focus and writing.  "Our country is located in the hinterland of Sarafu, surrounded by enemies on all sides. The vast plains give the people of Chongying a large amount of fertile land, but also deprive them of geographical defensive advantages. Without war, we will perish. This is the consciousness of our ancestors.  A country where military supremacy has been established. Many years have passed. Other countries have prospered because of peace, but we have declined because of peace. Soldiers who are eager to climb up in the military have become impatient with the stagnant situation. The society hired at a high price from the White Tower of Essien.  Scholars have repeatedly warned about the country's class stability. The costs and casualties of war have become shackles of development, but now there is a new turning point. "Burchfield wrote here with a sickly blush on his face, spurred by passion.  I wrote hard and quickly to describe the special features of Gallan Nord in a concise and concise manner.  "The elves' ability to conceal themselves has reached an incredible level. During the battle in the Sorin Valley, the enemy jumped out of the cracks in the rocks and grass, but the scouts were unaware of it. This is probably the only seraph that can run long distances.  . And maintain a secretive army. From a military point of view, the enemy's penetration ability will far exceed expectations. At present, the elves have not realized how far the penetration war can be developed, but they will definitely notice it in the future.  The speed of information flow has doubled the ability to control the battlefield. Elves can issue orders from a wider location and take effect immediately. It is difficult to prevent them from using bird detection methods. The eagle flying two thousand meters high is not us.  It can be shot down, and Kumara's totem has become the enemy's spy. ""I still don't know what to call their powerful arrows, but this kind of attack power and range make the intensive charge become a powerful weapon.  In order to reduce the coverage, the soldiers must be dispersed, and the expandable battlefield is difficult to control. The problem comes back to the flow of information. " "The intelligence that can be inferred at present, the enemy's mysterious magic power comes from the so-called 'druids'.  The elves, and their queen is officially the most powerful one. What does this have to do with the towering trees deep in the forest? Once Kumara masters this power, tactics, strategy, and core.  The thoughts must be completely rewritten, and Kumara will become the strongest country in Saraf! For the noble goal, please do not be restrained by hatred, it is foreseeable"  His attendants led several of his confidants to open the door, looking anxious.  Burchfield added a few sentences as quickly as possible, then folded the letter and handed it to the attendant.  He solemnly said: "Don't worry about the Essien people. Mobilize all available soldiers and ensure that this letter is sent to the Ring of Sword Council! This is the last military order of the left-wing military governor!" The attendant bit his lower lip: "Marshal, are you really  Why don't you go together? Every Kumara soldier will fight to the death to protect you!" Burchfield didn't say anything, just looked at him.  With tears in his eyes, the attendant gave him the most powerful military salute, then turned around and left.  The attendants were surrounded by the most loyal Kumaras. They used blood and iron to clear the way and fought their way out of the siege.  In the end, he was left with only one man and one horse, running through the dark wilderness, with the burning stone castle behind him.  The attendant's face was stained with tears and blood. All his fellow countrymen had sacrificed their lives, desperately trying to cover him.  After running a certain distance, he reined in his horse and stopped. The look of sadness and iron-bloodedness on his face suddenly disappeared, as if a veil had been torn off, revealing a frivolous and sneer expression.  The attendant slowly took out the letter, read a paragraph, and then let out a creepy laugh: "Hehehe you should read it, this letter is so wonderfully written." His monologue to the dark night was answered, and there was a voice in the air.  The huge transparent thing landed, leaving a claw-shaped mark on the ground.  Lesatos poked his head out of the invisibility spell and said disgustedly: "You are really fucking everywhere." "The referee's eyes seeEverything.  "Iradunnipi smiled but didn't laugh. "The Xiguang Agreement has a clear text. The referee is responsible for placing the magic network gems, but he cannot directly interfere in the agent's fight. What do you think this is?  " "No, no, no," the illithid in Kumara's military appearance shook his index finger, "My master taught: the contract is sacred and cannot be violated.  After all, I am also in the orderly evil camp.  I have played this role perfectly, without any exception. Now I am just chatting with you, and I will continue to fulfill my last wish - deliver the letter later.  " He then read the scrawled part at the end of the letter: " It is foreseeable that in the future when magical power appears more and more frequently, the pursuit of transcendental power will become the mainstream, and a military competition will affect the entire continent.  It is about to begin, and those who lag behind will be ruthlessly eliminated!  The signature is the loser Birchfield. Listen, a lowly human being who is only exposed to the appearance of competition can actually accurately judge the future trend with superficial eyes.  What a shame, I should have kept that head, this taste of wisdom is so exciting, it ranks second on my diet.  "He clicked his tongue. "There will be more people like this in the future, so there is no need to feel pity.  " "Then I will send the letter.  "Iraduni laughed evilly, and his face suddenly turned sad. With tears in his eyes, he galloped on his horse and yelled "Long live Kumara" before gradually walking away. Originally, Lesatos would not respond to the contagious figure from behind.  Showing respect, but now he feels like vomiting: "Why are there such people around me?  "He shook his head in annoyance and looked at the stone castle. Strange-colored smoke shot straight into the sky. The battle that had just subsided became lively again - another army suddenly appeared and attacked Tia. Time went back, Birchfield closed the door,  As if he had completed his mission, he sat down and sighed, his whole body relaxed. He heard the shouting of killing getting closer and closer. Should Korchaha be dead? It didn't matter anymore. Only then did he remember that he was still alive.  He has two sons, a daughter, and four wives, and he feels a little regretful that he should spend more time with them. He hopes that his son will not join the army in the future, and his daughter will just marry a craftsman. He has already tasted the bitterness of this meal.  A lifetime. The sound didn’t come from outside the door. His bed board shattered from the inside out, and then a tall, fat and skinny guy like a tree stump jumped out of it, with rough brown skin and a burgundy messy beard.  ——A dwarf. The dwarf jumped out of the dark passage and waved his long-handled war hammer. Birchfield was stunned and immediately picked up his sword and blocked it. At this time, another head with a dark brown beard emerged from the dark passage.  It was braided into dozens of pigtails and tied neatly with copper rings. When he saw that the warhammer and the sword were about to collide, his wine-red beard's expression changed and he didn't dare to touch the sword.  Birchfield didn't know why, and stabbed the dwarf in the chest with his sword, but the force of his left hand was not enough, and the stab was too shallow. Just when he was about to strike back, an ax whirled into his left shoulder, and his arm was almost severed.  The man with a burgundy beard cursed and covered the wound. He smashed the left wing commander's elbow with a hammer, and the sword crashed to the ground. Burchfield leaned against the wall weakly, with several wounds bleeding. He jumped under the bed board with anger.  A group of dwarves came out. Blackbeard seemed to be the leader. He stood in front of the marshal with his stubby legs. Blackbeard spoke in a thick voice, "Don't be so surprised.  , Essien fools all think that it is very honorable for dwarves to build a house. It just so happens that I built this castle, so it is normal to know the secret passage.  " "You are spies sent to Essien by the Windhearth dwarves?  "Birchfield thought, the culprit that led to the failure of his last fight. Blackbeard hummed, his small eyes half covered by thick eyebrows showing contempt. "Self-righteousness, this is the most disgusting thing about you humans.  Let me tell you, we have nothing to do with the crazy people in Windhearth, I am Thunder Hammer.  "Thunder Hammera branch of the Dark Hammer Dwarves?"  Your land has no border with the Southeastern Alliance, and there are no disputes over interests. Why" The marshal felt cold crawling over his body, and his consciousness began to blur. "You know a lot, let me tell you, the great Blackstone Hammer-Ogden has already  We had foresight, so we were sent when Essien was recruiting exiled dwarves.  In order to be able to use our strength at critical moments, such as this cooperation with elves.  " "Yourpurpose isme" Blackbeard laughed, "You say you are self-righteous but you still don't admit it. Don't take yourself too seriously. You are not even a fraction of my age.  Although our group of lurkers have a certain status, it is difficult to get close to the heavily defended Marshal Kumara, but if it is the moment of a defeated army, it will be much easier. This is the reason.  As for the purpose" He picked up Birchfield's sword with his stubby fingers, as if he were caressing his lover and brushing against the gem on the sword's hilt, as gently as he could.??.  Burchfield's eyebrows were tangled together. He was completely confused, but he didn't have the power to think anymore.  Blackbeard tied it up layer by layer with linoleum cloth and handed it over to his subordinates.  The dwarf team returned to the secret passage one by one. Blackbeard took two steps and then turned back. Looking at the seriously injured human marshal, he punched the abdomen, the broken ribs penetrated into the lungs, and blood spurted out from the mouth and nose.  Burchfield's consciousness fell into a dying state. He didn't know if Blackbeard was gone. The light in front of his eyes was hazy and the world was spinning.  In a trance, he saw a black vine growing from the gap in the floor of the stone room. A tall woman with barely a strand of hair squeezed out from the vine. She came close to the deceased, letting him see the tapered vine.  ear.  The magnetic voice is like a call from the underworld, and the thin lips open and close softly.  "Welcome to taste, the fragrance of death" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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