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Rich Chapter 49 Despair and Hope

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    The inexplicable sense of crisis made everyone hesitate and hesitate.  The crow hag's vicious laughter came unexpectedly from a distance, which was horrifying.  After a series of previous attacks suffered heavy setbacks, the angry Crow Hag finally planned to show her real trump card.  I looked across the field and saw a shambling figure standing on a simple high platform presiding over a complicated ceremony. The shining staff in her hand caught my eye from a distance.  .  The staff was finally waved directly in front of us by the crow hag, and the murderous intention that had been accumulated in the woods finally began to be vented under her guidance.  A ghoul wearing heavy armor and holding a long sword faced everyone's gaze and stepped boldly out of the forest, followed closely by hundreds of others of the same kind.  ??The secret weapon that the Crow Hag left to use until the end turned out to be a group of ghouls?  No, if it was really an ordinary ghoul, I would be relieved.  I instinctively sensed that the wights in front of me were significantly different from the wights I had seen in the ancient Nord tombs.  First of all, ghouls usually stay in the tombs. They are unlikely to spontaneously run outside, and they are still in such a large group-unless someone is driving them specifically.  Furthermore, judging from the appearance of these ghouls, they were from Brighton during their lifetime.  I don¡¯t know if the Bretons have the custom of mummifying corpses, but what is certain is that this is Skyrim, and most of the wights I see have Nordic faces.  Consider Rich's racial makeup, in other words.  Could it be that these wights were all Forsworn before they were alive?  I tried to examine the appearance of each ghoul one by one. Finally, I found the decisive feature on a ghoul whose upper body armor was incomplete.  Judging from the gap in its heart and the structure of the organs inside the gap, they are not so much ghouls, but rather Hearts of Thorns made into ghouls.  After the Heart of Thorns warriors are turned into ghouls, what will happen to their combat effectiveness?  God knows.  However, it can be seen from the cowering expressions of the Forsworn people beside me that they do not want to be enemies with the group of Thornheart ghouls in front of them.  One after another, people threw down their weapons and fled the battlefield, and those who reluctantly stayed were no longer determined. The sound of disordered breathing continued to reach my ears from all directions.  I admit it.  The hundreds of Thornheart ghouls lying in front of us are indeed an insurmountable gap for us.  But those fugitives in our camp lost their fighting spirit and abandoned their armor.  What are they afraid of?  Being able to fight bloody battles at a disadvantage until the battle turned around shows that they are not a group of cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death; but now facing a new round of challenges, why have they become so desperate?  I looked at the main force in the team, the ones who had made deals with the crow hags.  A Heart of Thorns warrior with fighting prowess that far exceeds that of ordinary people.  As a mortal with the power of Daedra.  They should not be afraid of opponents at the same level as themselves.  But now they react like normal people.  Even the leader of everyone present, the staunch rebel King Medenaki, now has a complex expression.  Feeling fear.  "What's going on? What's the origin of these Heart of Thorns ghouls?" I asked Mednach suspiciously.  "Look there." Mednach took a deep breath, pretended to be calm and raised his left index finger, and used a slightly trembling voice to remind me to look in the direction he was pointing.  Mednach was talking about the domineering ghoul that was the first to walk out of the forest. The pair of slender horns on its helmet fully demonstrated its unique and transcendent status among the group of Heart of Thorns ghouls.  Is it powerful?  It seems so. Compared with the wight lord I have seen in the ancient Nord tombs before, it does exude an aggressive and oppressive force.  But this will not cause our team to collapse like this.  I looked at Mednach again, waiting for his further explanation.  "To actually appear in front of us in this way" Mednach revealed the identity of the corpse in a tone of horror and despair, "He is the first king of Reach Red Eagle!  ¡± Red Eagle?  I¡¯ve heard Mednach tell this story before.  Red Eagle was the first aboriginal king capable of unifying the Reach, but his kingdom and land fell into the hands of foreign invaders.  To drive the invaders from the Reach, he and his men sacrificed their hearts and more to the Raven Hag, becoming the first Forsworn Hearts of Thorns.  But, I remember Mednach said that under the crazy counterattack of the invaders, hadn¡¯t the Red Eagle¡¯s resistance army been completely wiped out?  Why are they still here?  Soon I came up with an explanation that made sense.  After Redhawk's Forsworn resistance was completely wiped out, the Raven Hag came to the battlefield to collect their remains andThey mummified them and preserved them in an attempt to re-enslave them to serve themselves in the future.  Now, faced with our heroic resistance, the crow hag is helpless and finally decides to wake the dead from their long slumber.  So, when the majestic Red Eagle blocked the way forward, when the ancient hero that the Forsworn admired from the bottom of their hearts turned against them, our army finally gathered the fighting spirit and accumulated advantages.  It was completely destroyed in one fell swoop.  Seeing that our camp was falling apart step by step, I asked Mednach unbearably, "Are all our efforts going to be in vain?" "Yes, no one is willing to continue fighting" Mednach  Naqi murmured in frustration, "When Red Eagle stands in front of the descendants who will inherit his legacy, victory is already far away from us." I yelled at Mednach unwillingly, "That's just the crow hag.  Just enslaved his body!" Mednach took the weapon back to his waist and was speechless.  "Okay, I understand your feelings. After all, these ghouls are the ancestors and heroes of the Forsworn clan. But you have to at least tell me, what should we do now? Do we have to put down our weapons and wait for the kill?" "No.  I know" The distraught Mednach could no longer count on him at such a critical moment.  I had to find a way out before the situation was over.  How to deal with these Heart of Thorns ghouls?  War?  Not to mention that our army has lost all fighting spirit, but the opponent is a battle-hardened first-generation resistance army. It can even fight back and forth with the main forces of the Nords and Imperials, and its combat effectiveness is comparable to that of us, who are also the Forsworn.  There is no comparison; and, now that they have been made into corpses, they no longer have any emotions to speak of. Pure killing machines and ruthless executioners will be unmatched on the battlefield.  Escape?  The other party has surrounded us on three sides, and our home is not far behind us. Where can we escape?  What should I do what should I do I was so anxious that I rummaged around for straws to grab onto.  That¡¯s right.  The Oracle of the Corrupt Lady!  Ms. Decay has been secretly watching this place.  There's no way she's going to let us lose this war, because only after the Medernaki win can I get her priests back from the crow hags!  "Tell me quickly! You must have thought of some good idea!" Seeing me suddenly laughing, Mednach also seemed to grasp a life-saving straw.  He grabbed my shoulders and asked loudly and urgently.  "Of course!" I straightened my clothes that were messed up by Mednach.  I told him my strategy confidently.  "At this point, all we can do is one word, delay!" "Procrastinate?" Mednach was very puzzled.  "Are we going to delay the appearance of non-existent reinforcements?" "It's not reinforcements, it's a miracle. The goddess won't just watch us destroy." "A miracle? I understand" Blind fear will not affect reality.  Any change, even making a pot of chicken soup for the soul is an act of self-deception.  But if you don't do anything, it's really hopeless.  ¡­ ¡­ Under the control of the crow hag, the Heart of Thorns ghouls launched a thunderous fifth wave of offensive against us, and Mednach also quickly issued an order to the warriors still following him to fight and retreat.  In fact, "fight while retreating" is just a nice way of saying it. Now that we are invincible, we may be embarrassed to even use the last word "retreat."  I followed the retreating crowd and ran towards the city gate, while silently praying in my heart: All the chips were on Ms. Decay, she would definitely help me!  But what means can Ms. Decay use to help me?  King Daedra cannot directly come to the mortal world to intervene personally, so the most likely way is to send reinforcements indirectly, but the only people in the entire Reach that can be counted in her name are me and Iola, and she has no  You can play other bright cards!  In contrast, I would rather believe that a bunch of giant man-eating mushrooms will suddenly grow on the ground and swallow these Heart of Thorns ghouls and decompose them to nothing.  "Just when I was thinking hard about what King Daedra's law of cause and effect weapon looked like, the aura of the Decayed Lady suddenly burst out on the cliff in front of me.  This explosive breath is like a beacon, extremely penetrating and highly sensitive, but it is not threatening at all. It is just like a rotating beacon in the dark night, just marking its own existence.  Overjoyed, I immediately broke away from the fleeing crowd, came to the foot of the cliff and started climbing along the steep path.  Getting closer and closer, Lady Decay¡¯s beacon continuously emitted pulse signals, guiding me to keep getting closer.  When I reached the last hurdle with my hands, I pushed my body up to the level.At this time, I finally discovered the source of the signal, but the scene in front of me could not help but make me disappointed.  "It's here, it's finally here As long as I kill you, the blasphemer, divine grace will come to me again!" Flotra mentioned before that Lady Decay secretly put her mark on Iola.  .  Now, the seeds that were planted have grown into fruits and exploded. Iola has completely fallen into madness under the impact of this huge rotten atmosphere, and I will be the first to face her madness.  Damn it, even if Lady Decay¡¯s idea was to increase Iola¡¯s combat power by making Iola go berserk, she must have known that such a huge momentum would definitely attract me!  Moreover, this rotten aura only seems to be powerful. Do you want to rely on it to fight against the attacking Red Eagle?  I don't see any possibility at all. ????????????????????? What on earth is Ms. Decay doing?  (To be continued) PS: I would like to thank my book friend Chaos Mouse for generously donating two monthly passes!  ?As soon as the new book is released, please subscribe!  Asking for a monthly ticket!
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