"Miss Roslyn, where are we going?"

The two guards wearing leather armor and wearing the double tower logo on their chests hurriedly followed a girl, staring at the remote environment around them, one of them asked in confusion.

"Go to find Sir Kelanston." The girl replied, turning her head around, as if looking for the figure in her mouth.

"Koranston?" Hearing this name, the two guards couldn't help but stop, hesitating, and looked at each other.

They didn't know about this name when they were in Luanhe City, but since they escaped from the city and came to this camp, they heard about it from the soldiers.

This guy has little record, but they are all shocking.

For example, the time he threatened the empress dowager in public outside the Cathedral of St. Belle was the biggest news this year in the Seven Kingdoms.

You know, that is the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms. In a sense, the Queen Mother is already considered to be one person and more than ten thousand people, and that Sir Kelanston could actually coerce her...

Not to mention these, the screams that night were heard by all the people in the military camp. Although they did not see the specific situation, according to a friend of the North Soldier at the scene, the terrifying existence called the black wizard by others actually used human life to sacrifice and summoned a hell hunting dog!

Red Fort rescued Ed, using witchcraft to coerce the Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms, and playing with dead bones. Now, the creepy evil sacrifice was held... Maybe the skeleton hunting dog, which is said to be burning seven layers of hell flames, is following the black wizard's butt, staring at the surroundings. Now they are here...

It is strictly forbidden to discuss the black wizard Corlandon in the military camp, but such things cannot be completely banned. It can even be said that the more banned it will be, the wider it will be.

Every soldier spoke of the black wizard with fear on his face. At the same time, many people were glad that he was standing on the northern border. Otherwise, if it were the enemy, he would probably not be able to sleep peacefully.

"What are you looking for a black wizard?" Seeing that his lady was rushing, the guard couldn't help but hesitate.

The girl frowned and said, "You must call Sir Kelanston! People in the north call him that."

Then before the guard responded, her voice softened, "He saved me, and during the night attack, I wanted to go to him to thank him before leaving, and..."

As she said that, her face suddenly turned red and she didn't say anything about the following. This situation made the two guards look at each other again, and were secretly stunned.

My lady won’t have any “aggression” with that dark wizard, right?

"I heard that he was storing a corpse in a camp... I should have gone right." As the girl murmured, the girl started rushing again.

"What are you doing in corpse?" The two guards opened their mouths and couldn't help but shivered again.

However, although they were afraid, the guards' duty was to protect their master, so they did not dare to have any objections, but followed her honestly.

Fortunately, the girl who was walking and looking around soon found the person she was looking for, so Roselyn couldn't help but speed up her pace, walked past the tent, crossed the railing, and approached, and was about to say hello, but her steps suddenly stopped.

The scene in front was very disgusting. Looking around, the blood was covered with the ground, the tender white brain, the scarlet and green intestines, and the dirty yellow things...

The black wizard was wearing a black robe, arms, cheeks, neck, and exposed skin were stained with small black words like tadpoles. The words were dark and dark, tangled and spreading, coiled around the skin under the sleeves of this person. Overall, it looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Now the "demon" is squatting in front of a corpse, muttering to them with his back to him.

The mortals, the slaughterhouses, the hell demons... Everything was disgusting as if the death purgatory was deafening. Roselin looked terrified and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

However, despite being extremely afraid, she did not vomit or flee in panic, but kept standing not far away, waiting for Charles to free - she waved her hand without looking back at Charles.

Relatively speaking, the two guards who protected her here ran away and bent over and vomited, their expressions twisted and painful, and they looked quite embarrassing.

She resisted her ignorance of the surrounding environment. After a while, she heard the black wizard sigh, then stood up and turned around, revealing an extremely young face.

"What's the matter with me?" The voice was not soft, but it was never sharp, with a slight magnetic slightness, which made people feel nervous and relaxed a lot.

However, when the girl saw a certain disgusting object in the young man's right hand, her mood that had just relaxed was raised again.

Resisting the fear, the girl stuttered: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your advice the day before yesterday, Sir Kelanston."

"No need to thank you, it's just a little work." Seeing that she had nothing to do, Charles lowered his head slightly and responded absent-mindedly, his eyes never left the gray and white organs in his hand.

"What's the difference?" he frowned, his expression full of confusion.

After returning blood to blood, Charles's bow and arrow practice died halfway, and his plan to participate in the battle was even more idle. At present, there was not much war in the entire northern army, let alone let alone let him, a very conspicuous wizard, participate.

However, Charles didn't care much about this. Although his inability to participate in the war made his idea of ​​"fighting monsters and upgrading" vain, it did not affect his plan to harvest his soul.

This does not require him to fight at all, as long as he follows the army, he can achieve it smoothly.

So compared to a while ago, Charles is now doing nothing.

When he was free, he naturally began to practice other spells that he had not learned yet. At this time, the spell he practiced was called the Eye of Resentment. In terms of spells, he had successfully converted it once, but it had no effect at all!

Does this spell also have the rule that cannot be "used" after 24 hours of death?

Just like his disguised spell to absorb souls?

Because of this rule, the secret texts that Shire had covered his body at this time were basically prepared for nothing, but he had only prepared for it after he wasted his energy...

Unfortunately, without the teacher's teaching, sometimes things are so helpless. In terms of magic, he can't learn some rules without a teacher; in the past, he only knew that the resuscitation of bones was 24 hours a day, and there was no impression of the others...

As soon as he studied the spell, Charles seemed deserted, so that the beautiful girl in front of him was obviously ignored.

However, Roselin herself didn't think so, but instead thought that his reaction was relatively "peaceful".

So her heart, which was beating rapidly in fear, couldn't help but relax a little. She stood there like a good baby, lowered her head and whispered: "Duke Stark said she would send us to Winterfell, which is relatively safe. After taking back Luanhe City, he would send us back..."

What's the use of telling me about this?

I don't know you?

Charles glanced up at her strangely, "Is that so? I wish you a smooth journey."

"Thank you for your blessing, sir." The girl said, ignoring Charlie's ignoring her appearance and said to herself:

"Mrs. Melisandra said that you are the messenger sent by the King of Light to the earth. You are born with divine power. Since you send your blessings, we will definitely be able to arrive in Winterfell smoothly. I heard that there are robbers on the north route recently..."

"The messenger is a ball." After cursing habitually, Charles was suddenly stunned, and then looked at the girl with a suspicion, "You... can't be here to pray to me, right?"

After a moment of silence, the girl's face turned red, and then she turned around and ran away.

“…”

The brainwashing ability of the woman in red robes is really strong.

Looking at her slender back, she looked down at the smooth and cold touch in her hand, which was disgusting and deaf, and Shir was speechless.

...

After practicing for a long time, there was no result at all. In the end, Shire had to give up. After wiping his hands, he walked towards his new camp.

However, today seemed to be a not very stable day. After returning to the tent, he saw a red-haired figure standing at the door of the tent at the first glance.

Along with him was the Count of the North, named Luce Borton. He always looked expressionless, and no matter what he said, it was like that. Charles seriously suspected that this guy was a facial paralysis.

"Ri'an, Sir Kelanston."

"Rayan Robb, and Mr. Bolton."

After greeting each other, the three of them walked into the tent, and then Charles asked in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

Looking at the dense black text on his face, Robben resisted the throbbing in his heart and said seriously: "There is something that I want to ask the Jazz for help, but it is not an urgent matter, so..."

He nodded in a clear way, then Charles came to the washbasin in the camp to clean his hands, and Robb began to tell the purpose of their coming here - the proposal that Bolton had made at the meeting.

While cleaning the secret traces of his body, he listened to the words of the red-haired Robb. Finally, after wiping his face with a towel, Charles concluded: "So your current situation is that you are being stopped outside the battlefield, watching your allies and the troops left there be besieged and eaten, but they can't get in?"

Before Robb could speak, Earl Burton, who was following him, said, "Take Luanhe City and we can attack in."

Shier touched his chin and said, "So, your plan is to make me scare the people in Luanhe City so hard that they dare not fight back?"

"I just want to reduce their morale so that we can siege the city and reduce losses. Of course, it would be best if the guards of Luanhe City dare not fight back." Luce Botton said seriously.

Charles couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"How is this possible? Unless they are fools, they won't dare to fight back if they are knocked to the door?"

"The dwarf is naturally not a fool. On the contrary, he is very smart, but the soldiers under him are just a group of low-level barbarians. I don't think you know that barbarians are very unreasonable at some point. I have carefully analyzed this plan and it is very feasible."

Earl Botton said, counting his fingers and summed up, "Black ears, scorching people, milk snakes, stone crows, howling mountains... Although these idiots helped the dwarfs to capture Luanhe City, they were basically useless except for their remarkable attack and plunder."

Robb nodded, "Please don't overestimate the savages' brains, Sir Kelanston, they will be scared when they see you."

"Unless I have learned some kind of curse about subjugation, it must be that kind of large-scale, otherwise I will not believe this kind of thing." Shire secretly curled his lips, but did not intend to reject them - this seemed just a casual task. He didn't believe that he could scare people and dared not fight back, but he felt that it would affect the morale of Luanhe City. If he wanted this effect, it would be fine if the two people in front of him came to him.

As for how effective it can be after scaring people and how helpful it will be for them to siege, it is not something Shire needs to consider.

However, he asked curiously: "Do you all think so? Your father also thinks so?"

"My father insisted on his plan to build bridges and cross the river, but he did not object to Lord Borton's idea. If the effect was significant, he would agree to send a large army to attack the city; he just made it clear that we should not use the people from the North to do this."

Robb replied, and then couldn't help saying, "Please believe in your deterrence, Sir Kelanston, in fact, that's really amazing. After the last time, most of our soldiers dared not approach your tent, and my wolf never dared to approach you."

After looking at the gray wolf outside the camp who was hesitant and dared not move forward, Charles frowned: "What can this mean?"

"This shows a lot. It has killed more enemies than I have killed. It never fears anyone, but it fears you."

"So I'm not a normal person?" Charles rolled his eyes secretly, but did not worry about this issue, but asked, "What should I pay attention to?"

The meaning of this was already very obvious. The person in front of him agreed to help them, so Robb replied slightly relaxedly: "Our soldiers will prepare you everything you need, including candidates, and then send someone outside Luanhe City to protect you. You can rest assured about safety."

A count who has the tradition of skinning added, "experienced": "I suggest that the crueler you act, the better. If you can scare them the first time, that's the best."

"cruel?"

"Well, it just looks scary, for example..."

Touching his chin and listening to the person's careful explanation, Charles gradually gained enlightenment.
Chapter completed!