As the black smoke slowly dissipated, countless undead appeared at various posts. They were not evil enemies, but night patrolmen summoned by magicians in the city.

Many of the human soldiers stationed in the garrison were replaced, except for a few positions that required complex operations.

These undead guards are much more efficient than ordinary humans. In this dark night, even if a fly flies into the fortress, they will be noticed.

Inside the Marshal's Hall.

This is a classical building covering a huge area, and each design reflects the owner's extraordinary taste.

Qin Yu and others were brought to the public area of ​​the hall by the entertaining servants. After waiting for less than a minute, a large group of people in military uniforms walked into the hall in a vast array.

Among the team, the middle-aged man who was dressed the most elegant and luxuriously and had the most military achievements on his chest was Southwest Marshal Roberts himself.

Marshal Roberts is over 60 years old, but he still walks with great energy and energy that is not inferior to that of the middle-aged soldiers.

His every move exuded the unique prestige of soldiers. He wore crocodile leather boots, a set of soft gold armor, and a wild-shaped cloak on his chest. The cloak was embroidered with his family's clan emblem and carved with a hideous tiger head.

Robles was born into a noble group and held a high position, but he never sought benefits for the noble class and always was loyal to the Immortal Empire, so he offended most of the noble class.

But he himself didn't care. For the glory of the empire, he could sacrifice everything and go through fire and water without hesitation.

Qin Yu felt the domineering aura of the iron-blooded marshal Roberts and couldn't help but look at him.

"What a great thing it would be if he could get his appreciation at this stage!" Qin Yu muttered in his heart.

There were also many officers and magicians of all sizes accompanying the Marshal. On the left of Marshal Roberts was Gandalf, the commander of the Bone Dragon Knights, who was still wearing a mask on his face.

On the right side of the marshal, there was an old man with a hunchbacked figure. He was so old that his whole face was full of pleats.

But his eyes were as sharp as a prey vulture.

He was wearing a black robe, and exuded an extremely powerful resentful aura from the inside out. He tried to avoid anyone who encountered it.

He is the second-ranked figure in the southwest military, the great dark magician Zuldan.

As soon as they saw the marshal, all the students immediately became excited, and all rushed to see the respect and look for opportunities to communicate.

Suddenly, the marshal's face turned gloomy and snorted coldly, "What are you guys doing? What kind of decent things are you rushing up?"

"I entered my military camp and I was a soldier. How could I not be disciplined at all?"

Once the words of reprimanding were spoken, all the students immediately became silent and never dared to make a sound again.

Zuldan, who was watching, showed a playful smile on his face, and then led all the generals to sit down according to their official titles.

Marshal Roberts sat on the highest leather seat, showing fierce eyes and glanced at the students, but the students did not dare to look at them. Everyone stood up straight, for fear of being scolded by the Marshal.
Chapter completed!