At this extremely urgent moment, Roddy's performance was completely inconsistent with his always calmness and calmness - he had faced similar problems and made a choice. However, when it comes to Sally, the previous guidelines no longer apply...

Go and save Sally or stop the plague of the undead?

Is it important to save one person, or is it important to save hundreds of people?

This is like the question that is always discussed in philosophy classes. Roddy is not a saint. In his heart, he tends to save Sally more - because only at such moments can he clearly feel his meaning to himself.

Roddy absolutely, she definitely doesn't want to lose her.

However, just when he was extremely entangled, his arm was gently patted.

"Young man, you've done enough."

Roddy looked up and found Angma looking at him calmly - even though his daughter disappeared and his city was facing a catastrophe, the old man still had a calm that Roddy could not match.

"As the lord of this territory, I have done too many irresponsible things, and now someone threatens this city. Do I still have to live a life of silence and watch you work hard for me?"

He pointed to his chest and said in a deep voice: "Tell me how to solve the problem. This kind of thing... I should have dealt with."

"And Sally...please ask you."

When disaster comes, someone will eventually stand up and carry it. Roddy has rushed to the forefront of every crisis that happened in Everta over the past year - but this does not mean... others should enjoy peace of mind.

The warrior will never want to die from calm aging. Even though he is entering his twilight years, Angma is still a warrior. At this point, his fighting spirit has never faded, but instead burns like a fire because of the appearance of the enemy...

"But--"

"We don't have time to argue, kid."

Roddy's words were interrupted by Angma. He opened his mouth slightly and stood there for a second - then immediately reached out and took out the remaining three "mutant magic crystal fragments" and said quickly: "The enemy's purpose is to spread plague in the city square. The way to stop them is to surround the place with soldiers and kill him."

"And if the enemy is too strong, inject the 'war energy' and throw these crystals away from the ground."

"The plague may cause many people to turn into ghouls, asking soldiers to raise their shields and wear armor, and try not to be scratched, because once the corpse changes, the process is irreversible, and the only solution is to... kill."

Angma reached out to take it, then pushed Roddy away: "Go... don't look back, do what you should do."

Roddy was taken up and took a step back, trying to continue saying something, but found that Angma looked into his eyes and said, "Promise me, if you have passed this crisis safely, don't treat her badly..."

"My daughter... will be handed over to you."

"I promise you, Duke."

Roddy took a deep breath, then turned around and rushed out of the room.

Before walking out of the mansion, he arranged for Akasha to cover the Duke's mansion, then switched to the magic pet, summoned the "Kodar Duck" guarding outside the city, rushed out of the tower outside the mansion, jumped onto the back of the needle-tail sand cone, and flew straight towards the exit of the secret passage outside the city.

In the Duke's Mansion, Angma, who was watching him leave at the window, slowly closed his eyes. When he opened it again, he reached out and picked up the bottle of purple potion that was always placed on the table, and said to John behind him: "Go... bring my armor and sword."

"Old...Master?"

*******

At the same moment, Sally gradually woke up from her coma.

When she opened her eyes, the dazzling sunlight made her dizzy, and her body was shaking up and down with something. After a few seconds, she realized that she was lying on an old horse.

The horse's hooves are not rushing or slow. From the height you are at, this is not a good military horse, but the most common kind of pack horse.

How could I appear here?

Looking back at the memory, Sally only remembers the scene after she went back to her bedroom in the Duke's Mansion to sleep - she wanted to ask questions, but found that her body was tied tightly with a stack of ropes!

"She woke up, Lord Carl."

As the voices were heard in his ears, Sally raised her head, but saw more than a dozen people dressed in a farmer around him, and a middle-aged man called Carl next to her stepped forward to her and waved, "Put her down."

"Who are you? Why do you do this?"

Sally realized that she was in a bad situation at the first time: there were paths around the forest, and there was nowhere to be seen. The people in front of her were all staring at her with undisguised hostility - and Carl in front of her immediately proved that her guess was correct...

"Tsk tsk, is this the famous 'white sickle'?"

Carl's eyes were as sharp as a hawk. When he stared at Sally, he showed a grim smile: "With your strength, can you defeat Bishop Goethe?"

"Virida Cross?!"

Sally immediately understood the other party's identity, but this fact made her feel cold... She didn't even know how to leave the Duke's Mansion, and the strength of these pagans can be imagined.

She wanted to recite the spell, and her mouth was interrupted by the "silence technique" cast by Carl as soon as she opened her mouth. This skillful and powerful casting level made Sally's heart sink to the bottom...

"Give the potion."

Pharmacy?

Carl pulled out a bottle of blue potion - Sally shook her head and wanted to resist, but under the other party's spell, she was filled with three or four mouthfuls...

"Ahem cough cough cough..."

When the potion was removed, a cold chill spread to the stomach. Sally wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she felt that the scenery in front of her seemed to slowly rotate. Her body, which was struggling hard, gradually lost control and she collapsed weakly...

What the hell is going on?

Sally tried to keep her last slight awakeness in her heart. In her confused gaze, the bishop named Carl began to recite spells to her, and then a severe pain came from her head, causing her to exhale the pain of "ah"!

This was the first time Sally had experienced the feeling of being invaded by someone. She tried hard to resist the other party, but found that because of the bottle of potion, she could not stop the invasion of that thought!

Do they want to be completely in control of themselves?

Sally suddenly understood the intentions of these guys, but it seemed too late. The second wave of severe pain came, making her grit her teeth until she finally couldn't bear it and fainted...

"grown ups?"

The entourage next to him asked Carl with some concern. The bishop was reaching out to wipe the sweat from his face. It was obvious that the continuous casting just now had cost him a lot of energy-

"Huh...her mental resistance is much more intense than that of ordinary people, but... Lord Falanier's potion finally worked."

Carl, nicknamed "Agent Chief", is good at disguising, infiltrating and spying on intelligence, but his extremely high success rate is not based on means such as "sneak magic", but the most difficult "mind control" among the shadow spells. In terms of combat level, his strength is far less than that of Frak's combat-type dark pastor, but in the field of "mind control", it is hard for anyone in the entire sect to compare with him.

At this time, the successful cast of "Mental Control" means that he has gained control of Sally. But then he did not immediately let the team continue to move forward, but instead took the tools for "disguise" from the minion, completely changing Sally's appearance and image.

The maroon wig, rough robe and the "magic clay" attached to the forceful spells made Sally's face change. Except for those eyes, no one would associate her with the "Duke's Daughter".

In other words, Sally completely turned into a village woman with a disgraceful appearance.

"If you encounter a team that comes to track, try not to speak and not to expose your accent. When we arrive at the town in front, we change our disguise and move in the image of a caravan. After leaving Iversta, we start riding a fast horse back. Do you understand?"

Carl simply arranged the formation with his subordinates, then reached out and patted Sally to wake her up.

"Unlock the rope for her. Reus, carry the basket for her." He waved his hand and gave the order, then loosened the rope and said, "Follow the team."

Sally took the basket quietly and began to follow the team step by step as he was like a puppet at Carl's order.

"Mental Control" links the two people's thinking. Originally, Carl just had to pass his "thoughts" to the person under control to command everything, but it was slightly different from Sally's "thinking link", so he chose to control her in a password-

It turns out...the effect is not much different.

However, just as Carl and others completely relaxed their vigilance, they did not notice... Sally's eyes narrowed slightly.

*******

Hollier City.

Just as the soldiers in front of the Duke's Mansion were walking towards the square, the pharmacist Wimblek pushed open the simple wooden door of the temporary refining room, held the just-refined potion in his hand, and walked out of the Campbell District.

He was wearing a gray robe and pulled up his hood, which was not conspicuous on the streets of the slums. After walking seven or eight steps, more than 20 people in similar clothes gradually gathered on the alleys on both sides. They were all wearing wide cloaks, with no expression on their slightly gray faces, and their waists were slightly bulging. It was obvious that they were wearing weapons, and they walked with full of evil spirits, which made the civilians give way.

These guys were obviously Wimbledon's guards, but in order to be less silly, after leaving Campbell, the team divided into three groups and circled the city square from different streets. Wimbledon passed through the crowd leisurely, and his eyes swept around casually and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is the same as planned. In less than an hour, the city will completely become a dead city.

He held the potion bottle under his robe and stared at the city square where the crowd was surging...

Let the Tasman Kingdom revenge start here!
Chapter completed!