After reading the letter, the rider handed it to a companion. Then he stroked the falcon on his arm and looked at the city in the distance and said, "It seems that the city of Oren is over. His Highness won the bet."

"It's true." Another companion replied. "We can write a reply to the Queen Mother. Think about it, our letter will be quoted in history books such as "The Destruction of Oren City", and we can also be regarded as being famous in history, hahahaha..."

"Well, I think this is not suitable for vampire rumors...a very mysterious rumor..."

"It's okay, this paragraph is deleted. Anyway, it's just a rumor that has no evidence! We are just responsible for reporting what we have seen."

...

Carl stumbled into the basement of the Great Temple with his sword in his hand.

This is over, it is completely over. The whole city cried everywhere, and the fires soared into the sky. The green skins were like a wave of destruction, which had completely submerged the city at this moment. Carl had just gathered some people around the Grand Temple and won a meaningless small victory in the counterattack. But then the green skins of the brigade arrived and destroyed Carl's final resistance with its numerical advantage.

Carl now began to regret why he hadn't practiced magic well. If he could use magic skillfully, he might have a chance to fight out. But if someone advised him to practice magic more two years ago, he would probably sneer directly and even reject it with great reason: "There are so many mages in the church. If the situation is so bad that the Archbishop needs to cast spells, then there is no hope for the situation."

But this is just a rebuttal. Practicing magic is boring and exhausting. Where can I hang out with women? The wine pool and meat forest are interesting? He is now sincerely regretting it. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in any world.

Is this place safe for the time being? This is the underground of the Great Temple. It was originally a natural cave, but later it was accidentally discovered while digging the basement, so it was naturally used. Even the origin of all these disasters, the antimatter engine was placed here.

Carl can only pray that he could stay here for a while. Although he knew that Green Skin would definitely come, he was too tired and tired, and his body was so sore that he didn't even have the strength to move.

The worst thing is that fate seemed to be against him. Carl didn't even breathe, and saw a team of green skins walking into the basement and swaggering from the front.

There were not many green skins, only less than ten, and the leader was a big orc. Seeing Carl sitting on the ground covered in blood, the orc leader roared, and a group of subordinates immediately rushed forward.

Carl barely waved his sword to fight. He was not a skilled warrior, nor a skilled magician. But this did not mean that five or six orcs could defeat him. He jumped into the middle of the greenskin and waved a series of unorganized but extremely fast attacks.

Just like the miracle that all those who are desperate to fight, Death actually passed by him. Carl's cloak was better than heavy armor, helping him offset a large part of the damage, but after all the green skin fell, his arms, neck, and legs began to bleed.

He was looking forward to defeating the last leader like he was the other green skins. But this fantasy didn't last long. When he stabbed a sword, the target suddenly disappeared, and when he came to his senses, he realized that the other party was already close to him. Then a fierce blow hit his stomach, making his eyes appear and the sky and the sky dark.

More blows followed one after another. Each stroke was heavy and accurate, giving him more dizziness and pain, and ultimately causing him to lose consciousness.

It was unknown how long it took, but when Carl woke up, he found himself lying on the ground with his back to the sky. He had only strong feet on his chest, but that foot did not belong to the green-skinned orc.

He looked up along his feet and saw a vampire's face engraved with anger and hatred.

"Architect Carl. Tell me, who can't see the sun tomorrow now?"

The foot that stepped on Carl's chest made him extremely painful, but also made him feel happy. The vampire didn't kill him? Yes, the vampire knows who he is! He will not be killed easily because he is valuable... very valuable...

Then he saw the vampire take out a bottle.

"Remember this medicine?" The vampire signaled to him. Carl recognized that it was the stimulant he used by chance. This thing can only be used by chance, because any woman has used this thing and will not live for a few days. But it is only for ordinary humans, for Carl, it is just a stimulant with almost no side effects. "I found it in your secret room. Such a precious medicine is not well hidden, it is really a dereliction of duty!"

The twisted smile on the vampire's face was like the angel of death in the mythical hell, and Carl suddenly realized the other person's plan. He wanted to struggle, but the vampire knelt down and tied Carl's arm with his knees and arms. With a sharp pain and a crisp sound of broken joints, Carl's arm was completely twisted. But this was just the beginning. Carl didn't even have time to scream for his pain, and his body was immediately turned over. His limbs were all twisted by the vampire.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this is just interest." The vampire turned Carl over again and looked up at the sky.

"I know this medicine is just a common stimulant to you." The vampire put the bottle on Carl's face so that he could see clearly. "But that means normal use. Do you know if this thing is injected directly into your body...injected into your flesh and blood, or even into your spinal cord and brain...will you react? Don't worry, I won't kill you, at least not for the time being! For you, I have prepared this kind of thing..."

In Carl's trembling eyes, the vampire took out a thin tube. One end of the tube was extremely sharp. It was a special piercing tool. I don't know where the vampire got it. When Carl recalled the vampire's words just now, his face turned dead.

"Last summer, you used violence to give a woman this medicine!" the vampire continued.

Carl did not answer, licking his gray lips, his eyes lost their luster due to pain and fear. His muscles twisted painfully along his body like ropes.

"For you, others are only insignificant and can die to please you at any time. Because you are more powerful, stronger, and more powerful. According to your logic, it is natural for the weak to sacrifice for the strong, and you will not have any uneasiness or regret." The vampire said calmly. "But now, your city has been destroyed by me, and your power and your army have turned into smoke. You have no power other than yourself, and your power is too weak in front of me. I know you will not repent for what you do, because in your eyes, the creatures in this world are as lowly as ants. Therefore, I don't want to listen to your confession, and you don't need your explanation. I have conquered you now, I am much stronger than you, and you will want to please me with all the life you have left. Use every second of your fear and pain in your life!"

When the vampire wanted to do something, Carl's mouth let out an inhuman cry full of pain and despair.

...

Ashrufate stopped his mount. Nightmare Marco was much better than those wild boars, at least he would never be stubborn. The city of Oren in the distance was still burning in the night sky, and the greens were doing everything they wanted to do in the posture of a conqueror, indulging in the ecstasy of victory and plunder, and they had not even discovered that their boss was gone.

It's no wonder that Green-skin's discipline itself is very chaotic. After the victory, everyone was busy with the things at hand. They simply didn't think of the incredible thing like "the boss is gone" in their simple minds. It's normal that the boss can't find it for the time being. It must be with a few kids to work in a corner of the city.

"Master, you have won!" Carrie said happily in her mind. "The mission was successfully completed, and the antimatter engine was completely scrapped."

"But I can't feel the joy of victory." Ashu Rufate stared at the city that was still burning. Did he really win? Why didn't he feel any victory in his heart? "Is this really my victory? Or is it just a green-skinned victory?"

"Victory is victory! Master, your words are too illogical." Carrie retorted. "If you win this critical battle, if Lord Qinxin is still alive, you will definitely be happy for your achievements. You must know that you not only destroyed an important item of them, but also destroyed one of them. You are truly my master."

"I just think...I just think..." Ashu Rufate wanted to answer, but found that he could not answer. He could only turn around lonely.

"Master, you feel lonely. Maybe it's because you've been with Green Pie for too long."

"Is that... lonely...?"

"Well, no matter what... let's look for the same kind of person you survived according to the original plan. No matter what, he is your last fellow, so it's necessary to meet him. If possible, having a companion is much better than being alone."

"He didn't die in the Battle of Kalean...Is he a deserter?"

"No, not necessarily. The battlefield changes a lot, who knows. But what you said is right. Although it is the same type, if you can't do it well, it may be your most dangerous enemy. By the way, take a look at our spoils. Take out the bag."

Asu Ruffat took out his pocket as he spoke and poured out three items from it. It was Roll's sword, Wentini's head, and Carl's cloak. These three things were left behind according to Carrie's advice.

The sword and the cloak were fine, and Wendini's head was filled with strange things with flashes. Ashu Rufate had never had time to deal with it. But this time he could search carefully.

"Master... Did you see the flashing metal piece inside? It's a database chip. You dig out the thing, be careful not to break it... And this, that thing that looks like a flash ball, is a wide-area detection device! You must also handle this carefully, and you can't break it... Cut it, and several other parts are damaged... Control chip... This is probably OK, keep it... The others seem useless, throw it away."

Ashu Rufat acted as he said, and in a blink of an eye, he left a few very small and weird things in his hand. He could see that this thing was terriblely delicate and could not imagine that such thing could be made.

"What are these?" Ashu Rufate asked.

"It's useless at the moment..." Carrie replied. "The interface device is required. But you'd better keep it first. Maybe one day you will encounter an available interface."

"What..." Asu Ruffat wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, it would be fine. This thing is not big after all, so just throw it into the travel bag.

"Let's go, master. embark on our new journey." Carrie announced loudly in her mind with great spirit.

"I'm sorry." Ashu Rufat whispered toward the lonely grave not far away. Last summer, he buried a piece of ashes here. "I can't laugh yet, but when I can laugh, I will definitely come back and sing a song for you. Just as I promised."

He put on the cloak and shouted to the distance: "Mimilu!" Then, his scout rushed through the bushes with a rapid speed and jumped onto the back of the Nightmare Horse.

"Mimilu, we're leaving." Ashu Rufat said to Mimilu behind him.

"Master, no problem, Mimilu is ready."

...

In some bright room, Yilan was sitting on a chair, staring in front of her. In front of her, there was a scene playing, which was a scene of a battle.

There was a sound of opening the door from behind, and someone walked behind Yilan, but Yilan did not look back.

"Yilan, are you still watching? It's really amazing to defeat Wendini, no wonder Carl is done. But you've seen it many times. Someone outside asked you, Carl is dead, what should you do below?"

"What should I do? What else can I do? Keep it as planned! Just change an agent. I have said that Carl is a waste, and it doesn't make any sense to die or live, and it will be better if he dies."

"But he is one of us after all..."

"That guy made me feel even more disgusted. A guy who has not even completed basic education can even make do with us..." Yilan replied without raising her head.

"I hope you know what you are doing." The visitor shrugged. "The committee is very accommodating to you because of your body, but this time it is indeed a failure. The antimatter engine is over. Although it is a useless rib, it will still make many people dissatisfied."

"I know what I'm doing." Yilan pressed a switch on the table. The scene just now started again, which was a battle scene taken from Wendyne's perspective. The picture was taken very carefully, and Ash Rufate's every move, and even every subtle expression on his face were clearly clear. Yilan pressed a switch, and the picture was still. It was the action of Ash Rufate's last sword. The center of the picture was his firm eyes and unyielding momentum at that moment.
Chapter completed!