"This is a fucking lich, what should we do? What should we do?" City Lord Rutherford was panicked for a moment, completely forgetting the elegant aristocratic etiquette, reaching out to grab the officiant, and spitting wildly into the other person's big face.
The officiating priest was also filled with frustration at this time. Faced with the rain of spittle coming towards his face, he didn't even think about hiding. He just said with a sad face, lowered his head and said feebly: "Before your glorious death in battle, the bishop ordered us to retreat."
Despite his nervousness, the officiant knew very clearly that since the order to retreat was given by the bishop, it had nothing to do with him.
According to the slogan preached by the Holy See, in the face of evil dark creatures, every priest has a responsibility and must drive all the dark creatures away.
You know, the boss behind everyone is the God of Light. With Brother Sen standing behind you, what else do you have to be afraid of?
Therefore, for the sake of Brother Sen's face, he must fight to the end no matter what the circumstances.
If you win, you will be promoted and make a fortune. Even if you sacrifice, it is glorious. Your soul will be graced by Brother Sen, fly into the sky, and become an eternal star. Live happily in Brother Sen forever.
inside the paradise.
In the face of the enemy, those who dare to run away are not giving face to Brother Sen, are not firm in their stance, and are deceived by the devil in their hearts.
Whoever dares not to give face to Brother Sen, Brother Sen will naturally not give him face. If Brother Sen does not give face, the Holy See under Brother Sen will naturally not give face to him.
He was imprisoned in the water prison of the Inquisition, and he greeted him vigorously to help him exorcise the evil spirits in his heart. What about the twenty-four styles of the Iron Maiden, what about the Thirteen Sanshou on the Tiger Bench, what kind of chili pepper water... and so on, all kinds of things.
Such a fancy style, everyone will be satisfied.
If that doesn't work, there is one last resort - the holy fire exorcism method, which is also commonly known as 'lighting the sky lantern'. Tie the person to a pillar, and then wait for the raging fire to rise, roasting the person into charcoal and unable to die.
If you die again, the evil spirit will naturally be driven out.
Of course, that's what it says. As for the specific implementation, not only does the specific situation need to be analyzed in detail, but also factors such as background, background, origin, etc. must be comprehensively considered.
If it is a three-no product with no background, no backend, and no assets, it is just used to kill chickens and scare monkeys, pretending to be a child, and letting others know what the consequences will be if you escape at the last minute.
This time, the chief priests and the others had a confrontation with the lich and fled back in panic. If anyone pursues the case afterwards, these chief priests will definitely be held responsible. What's more, the bishop has died in the battle, so of course they will bear all the responsibilities.
They all pushed it on the dead man's head.
The officiant's eyes were red and he said emotionally: "When the bishop discovered that the enemy was a lich, even though he knew that all of us together could not defeat the lich, the bishop still rushed forward bravely.
Then he resolutely started a bloody fight with the lich and used his own power to cover our retreat.
The two fought for ninety-nine and forty-seven rounds, until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and there was no light from the sun or the moon.
At this time, the despicable lich suddenly plotted against the lich. The bishop was not noticed and was shot in the chest with a concealed weapon. However, he still used the last bit of holy power in his body to repel the lich. Only then did he
Fell down.
The brothers saw it and were immediately moved by his greatness. Then they all rushed forward and snatched the bishop back.
But at this time, he was seriously injured and dying.
On his deathbed, the bishop held my hand and said: 'Although he was martyred, it doesn't matter. Because this is a fight against evil, and this sacrifice is heavier than Mount Kilmanjaro.'
Moreover, he also gave numerous instructions that we must bring the news of the lich’s appearance back to you, the city lord.”
Having said this, he stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from his face, then pointed to the side and said, "Sir, if you don't believe it, you can ask them."
The priests next to him nodded in unison, with moved expressions on their faces. They stretched out their hands to make a sign of the cross on their chests, and chanted in a low voice: "May the Lord bless him, and his soul will live forever under the throne of God."
City Lord Rutherford was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: That greedy fat man? It turns out that this guy is so great, and I have always misjudged him. Well, after the matter is over, I will repay him with credit... If I still
If alive.
The chief priest wiped the sad tears from the corner of his eyes and said: "The bishop has always taught us carefully to put the safety of people's lives and property first. We will temporarily retreat to protect the safety of the people, and then we will gather all our strength to defeat the enemy at once.
.”
The soldiers behind him scratched their heads in confusion. The fat bishop was killed as soon as they came face to face. Was such a short time enough for him to say so much?
But they did not speak out, but chose to keep their mouths shut.
"Retreat? Yes, retreat~!" Rutherford suddenly realized that preventing the situation from deteriorating further was his top priority at the moment, and then said loudly: "Organize the evacuation and retreat of all people."
"But sir, where should we retreat to? That's a lich." An assistant official asked carefully.
The lich's spells are powerful and they can fly.
Rutherford frowned, glared at the man dissatisfied, and shouted angrily: "The military camp, the mountaintop fortress, the city lord's palace, the cave, I don't care where it is, as long as it is a safe place.
You go now and have everyone evacuate within an hour, no, half an hour, or I will kill you."
The assistant officer was stunned for a moment, then agreed, and ran out wildly, his heels almost hitting his butt, and he was so panicked that he seemed to be chased by a beast behind him.
The officiant hesitated for a moment, and then reminded in a low voice: "Sir, if there are any important people, you can ask them to come to our church. There is a big cross there and holy water. There is enough holy power to resist the lich... uh
, resisted the lich for quite a long time.”
Although the Holy See has been working hard to popularize various knowledge and methods against dark creatures to the clergy, after all, the mainland has been peaceful for thousands of years, and these bastards have never taken it seriously. They spend every day cheating, cheating, eating, drinking and gambling.
.
But now, facing the lich, even though they are just a lich, they don't have much confidence in their hearts.
Rutherford suddenly became happy and said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier~!"
He turned around and ordered to the guards beside him: "Quickly pass the order, let everyone..."
At this time, the chief priest hurriedly reminded: "Sir, the space in this church is limited. It is best to announce this news to a small area. Once there are too many people and they cannot be squeezed in, it will cause riots."
Rutherford couldn't help but feel scared. Yes, once everyone ran to the church, he might not be able to squeeze in.
Then he glanced at the officiant. He secretly made up his mind: if he survives this crisis, he will definitely kick this bitch out if he finds an opportunity. This bitch is too thoughtful and vicious. If he really tries to play with it, he will definitely not be him.
opponent~!
Although he was thinking this in his heart, he remained calm on the surface and changed his words to the guard next to him: "Quickly, inform the young master, madam, Miss Mier, and my mother-in-law, and ask them to go to the church as soon as possible..."
When he said this, he suddenly remembered something and said, "Well, by the way, there is no need to notify my mother-in-law."
He paused and saw that the guard was still standing, and immediately said: "What are you still doing? Come on, come on, come on..."
The guard immediately took the order and ran out in a hurry.
Rutherford looked at his back, and then felt vaguely that he had missed something important.
"What else should I do next?" City Lord Rutherford had a vague idea in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it. He was so anxious that he pulled his hair with both hands, spinning around in circles, mumbling: "What, what?
…”
The officiant reminded in a low voice from the side: "Sir, you should ask for reinforcements. We need people who can deal with the lich. We will never be able to catch him with the soldiers on the island alone."
Rutherford City suddenly slapped his forehead and said loudly: "Reinforcement~! It's reinforcement. I thought of it~!"
Then he took steps and ran towards the city lord's palace, and his attendants and soldiers hurriedly followed.
As a result, everyone was surprised to find that these young people, trying their best, could not outrun the middle-aged city lord with a beer belly.
Lord Rutherford rushed out from the side door, ran down the steps, rushed straight into a courtyard, and kicked a closed door with such force that the entire wooden door fell to the ground.
As the wooden door fell to the ground with a clang, several telegraph operators in the room who were busy sitting in front of the large telegraph machine looked at the panting city lord in surprise.
Rutherford walked up to the telegraph operator in two steps, grabbed his collar, grabbed the telegraph operator from his seat like a bag, and shouted into his ear: "Send the report, send the report quickly. It's urgent.
Incident, Edin Island was attacked by lich, please send me a report quickly."
"Witch... lich..." The telegraph operator was also shocked by the news. Seeing the panic of Lord Rutherford, the telegraph operator immediately realized that this was true and he was not joking with them.
They stay in the room during working hours and are responsible for sending and receiving telegrams for various routes. They can't stop for a moment when they are busy at work.
Although there was a commotion outside, they still didn't know anything about it.
Seeing the blood vessels on Rutherford's forehead twitching, with an expression as if he was about to eat himself alive, the telegraph operator asked nervously: "To... to... whom should I send it to?"
Rutherford gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Are you an idiot? Everyone, give it to everyone~!"
The mage in charge of the telegraph station was the first to regain his composure.
He pulled the telegraph operator out of Rutherford's hands, pressed him back on the chair, and said in a deep voice: "Red alert, highest priority, send the report to all units as the city lord said."
The telegraph operator sat down, wiped away the nervous sweat on his forehead, and with trembling hands, he pressed the buttons and started transmitting the message.
Everyone in the room was silent, nervously and intently watching the telegraph operator's work.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep..."
The crisp percussion sound was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
"That's right," the mage in charge suddenly interjected. After thinking for a moment, he felt that Edin Island is of course important as a shipping hub.
But it is not a place suitable for lichs to sneak attack. It is a thousand miles away from the nearest land. When lichs come, they can't even think about running away. They can only be trapped on the island. There must be something weird here.
"One more thing," the mage said in a deep voice: "The incident may not be isolated and single, so all units should be more vigilant."
The mage in charge of the telegraph station would not have thought that just one last simple sentence would make him the general manager of the Flying Eagle Group Communications Company and one of the legends in the communications industry.
The telegraph operator pursed his lips tightly, his expression was solemn, his forehead was covered with nervous sweat, and his fingers were tapping the keys like flying.
A few minutes later, he sat down on the chair and said tiredly: "It has been sent."
These few minutes were so long that they almost consumed all his energy.
The telegraph operator on another island looked at the signal transmitted in front of him in surprise, but immediately confirmed that this was definitely not a joke. Then, while reporting to his superiors, he also hurriedly pressed the button to transmit the message.
As he tapped, the telegraph machine on Edin Island beeped.
The telegraph operator quickly leaned on the table to record the content, and said in a trembling voice: "The other party has received it and is now forwarding it."
The mage supervisor breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that the lich would destroy the telegraph lines. In this way, Edin Island would really become an isolated island. The lich might be wreaking havoc for several days, or even completely occupy it, and no one outside would know.
Rutherford grabbed the supervisor, frowned and asked: "How long will it take for Rumancheng and Archduke Julius to receive the news?"
The supervisor said: "The red realm is the highest priority. All units will stop all work at hand to forward this telegram and ensure that the other party has received it, otherwise it will continue to be sent.
It will only take two hours at the fastest for the news to be delivered to His Majesty and Archduke Julius."
City Lord Rutherford breathed a sigh of relief. He had reported the news as soon as possible and fulfilled his responsibility. Now it was time to consider how to deal with this lich.
Rutherford turned around and ordered the attendants in front of him: "Go get my armor and weapons, gather all those who can still fight, and follow me to the port."
"Sir, the port is now shrouded in strange fog." the soldier reminded.
Rutherford sighed and said: "At this time, we can't worry about so much. Before all the people evacuate, we have to stop the lich."
The mage took out his staff and said with a smile: "Sir, wait, I will go with you."
"Your Excellency?" Rutherford showed an unexpected expression. The mage at the telegraph station was just an employee of the Flying Eagle Group and had nothing to do with the local government. He had no such obligation.
The mage said calmly: "There is no justice and evil in magic, but people do."
Then he turned to look at his telegraph operator and said, "You are moving the equipment to the basement. Do you all know the emergency destruction procedures?"
Several telegraph operators nodded nervously, and one of them picked up an iron bucket in the corner. It contained kerosene, which could be poured into the telegraph machine and ignited in an emergency. This would burn the entire telegraph machine and prevent it from falling into the enemy's hands.
in hand.
The mage nodded with satisfaction, pulled his robe, smiled flatly, and followed Rutherford and the others out. The thick smoke from the port had covered half of the island.
xxxxxxxx
Electric current travels across thousands of miles on expensive telegraph wires, traveling at an instantaneous speed.
The northern end of the entire telegraph network is the headquarters of the Ruman Empire's Northern Barbarian Crusade Army, and the southern end reaches the peacekeeping force headquarters in Haligard. It spans almost the entire continent and an ocean from north to south.
The signal sent from Edin Island passed through one communication node after another and quickly spread across the mainland.
At the peacekeeping force headquarters outside Haligad, more than 300,000 troops gathered, surrounding the entire city from all sides.
Outside the city, the camps are connected, with flags like a forest, and sentry towers densely packed. It can be said to be a real bird's-eye view.
At this moment, the battlefield is still filled with loud killings. Under the cover of the peacekeeping forces, the new army is working hard to transport earth and fill the trenches under Haligad City.
The Southern Army fired arrows desperately, and the peacekeepers fired back with artillery. The two sides fought fiercely, but the progress of the siege was still slow.
As the telegraph station of the peacekeeping force headquarters, there is no doubt that it is very busy, so much so that there are two machines as backup at all times, and the telegraph operators have to be replaced every two hours of work.
Three long and two short radio signals repeated three times
When the telegraph operator received it, everyone was stunned for the first time. However, they still instinctively wrote down the contents of the telegram.
When he drew the closing symbol, he lowered his head and looked at the three long and two short words at the beginning, and unconsciously translated them into the words "Red Alert". Then the telegraph operator shouted and jumped up from his chair: "My day~!
"
At the same time, the people around me stared blankly at the suddenly crazy telegraph operator and asked: "What's wrong?"
The telegraph operator took a deep breath and trembled: "Red alert, it's red alert~!"
Everyone in the telegraph room took a breath of air-conditioning at the same time.
Everyone originally believed that the red alert, which was the highest priority, would only exist in theory.
Because he not only meant that the news should be delivered as soon as possible, but also that the news should be delivered to the highest local military and political officials as soon as possible.
Even if this old man is happily "having sex" right now.
This means something big has happened.
In order to illustrate the importance, the telegraph operators' regulations specifically cite several examples, such as super strong earthquakes and tsunamis, sudden large-scale enemy attacks, the sudden death of His Majesty the Emperor, and the destruction of Ruman City by a meteorite.
Telegraph operators on the battlefield were particularly sensitive to this, which may represent a sudden reversal of the war situation.
The supervisor's expression suddenly changed. He rushed to the telegraph operator, snatched the telegram from his hand, put it into the translator's hand, and ordered: "Translate, immediately!"
The translator translated the symbols into words as fast as he could in his life, and his face suddenly changed, showing a look of horror.
The supervisor grabbed the telegram in his hand, glanced at it quickly with a frown, cursed, raised his head and said to everyone in the telegraph room: "Temporarily block the message, prohibit entry and exit, and wait for my order."
He turned around and strode out of the telegraph room.
The people around looked at the pale translator and asked nervously: "What happened? What's written on it?"
"Did Hadu's reinforcements arrive?"
The translator was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses and said, "Edin Island was... attacked by a lich."
"Lich~!" Everyone was stunned for a moment.
"They are here for revenge..." someone whispered.
"What a good time to choose."
The mage in charge ran out of the tent with the telegram in his hand, waved his staff and flew up, passing over the many tents and heading straight for the Chinese army headquarters.