When the loud shouts of killing outside the city reached Maple Garden, Hadu's maid trembled in her heart, and the embroidery needle in her hand pricked her finger heavily.
Bright red blood instantly flowed down from her white fingers, instantly staining the embroidery in her hands red. She let out a soft cry of pain, then hurriedly put her fingers into her mouth and sucked hard twice.
Immediately, he raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance through the narrow window doubtfully.
Although she had no military knowledge, she instinctively felt that the atmosphere was different from usual. The sound of fighting outside the city today was much louder than usual.
The shouts of killing were like a violent wave rising into the sky, making people's hearts tremble.
The little maid glanced at the small building in the backyard worriedly, and saw that it was still silent. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and thought to herself: I wonder how the general is doing?
But Lakht had just driven them out like a ferocious god, ordering them to stay far away from Hadou's room and not to go there no matter what happened.
She wanted to go over and have a look, but after hesitating several times, she still didn't stand up.
At this time, the roaring and tsunami-like killing sounds seemed to be getting closer and closer.
The expression on the little maid's face became more and more worried. She frowned and thought for a while, then finally dropped the things in her hands and stood up resolutely. She picked up her long skirt and trotted quickly towards Hadou's bedroom.
There was no one around along the way, and the doctor who had stayed with him didn't know where he was now. The spacious and elegant courtyard was unusually quiet, but there was an eerie atmosphere.
The little maid had the courage to hide at the door and listen carefully to the sounds in the room for a while. There was no sound in the room.
The little maid took a deep breath, plucked up her courage, and carefully opened the door. There was no one inside, but there was a strange smell that made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
The little maid pinched her nose and walked into the room on tiptoes, whispering: "Is there anyone there? Second Young Master?"
After shouting, she hurriedly curled up her neck to prepare for the scolding of the angry second master, but after waiting for a moment, she could not hear any sound.
"Huh, it's a good thing you're not here," the little maid patted her chest and said to herself: "It would be bad if I made the second young master angry... By the way, I need to inform the general as soon as possible...
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The little maid ran quickly to the bedroom, and suddenly something kicked under her feet. After tripping, she fell heavily to the ground.
"It hurts, it hurts..." The little maid rubbed her pressed chest, and she almost shed tears from the pain: "Who is so wicked, deliberately putting something here..."
She cursed in a low voice and looked back at the thing that tripped him.
That thing looked a little strange when it fell to the ground. It seemed... it seemed to be a person~!
She couldn't help it and screamed "Ah~!"
But then she saw the man's appearance clearly. The little maid hurriedly covered her mouth tightly, and looked at the man who fell on the ground with wide eyes in horror - Angel.
This eldest son, who was usually graceful and heroic, as dazzling as a prince charming, and who fascinated the little sisters, was already stained red with blood, and he was lying motionless on the ground with his eyes closed.
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Beside him, a bloody dagger was thrown on the ground.
The little maid was so frightened that tears rolled down her face. She stared at Angel, who was covered in blood, and her mind went blank.
I don’t know how much time passed, but she slowly came to her senses and then plucked up the courage to sit up again. She moved to Angel’s side in small steps, reached out and pushed Angel’s shoulder, and shouted softly:
"The eldest son, the eldest son."
This little maid had never seen such a bloody scene before, and her voice was almost crying out of fear.
However, even though she screamed several times, Angel remained motionless on the ground.
The maid sniffed, then gently placed her fingers in front of Angel's nose. Angel's skin was as cold as ice, and the maid's fingers didn't feel any breath.
"Ah~!" the maid screamed, and sat down on the ground. She took several steps back with her hands and feet, and murmured: "The eldest son is dead, dead... I'm going to call someone, call someone...
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The little maid put her hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but found that her feet were weak from fear. She held on to the wall and struggled to stand up slowly, then walked out in small steps.
When I opened the door and saw the empty courtyard outside, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no one around. The guards had gone out to fight a long time ago, and the servants had disappeared. Where could I ask for help here?
"What should I do?" The little maid cried anxiously, then she shed tears and said to herself: "Calm down, calm down, Lindy, calm down, I want..."
The little maid shed tears and thought for a while, then said: "By the way, I need to inform the general first."
Then the little maid turned around and ran back into the room quickly. She stayed close to the wall to avoid Angel's corpse, walked around step by step, and then rushed into Hadou's bedroom.
Thick curtains are hung all around here, blocking all light. The copper stove in the room is burning red, the temperature is as hot as summer, and the air is dull with a strong medicinal smell.
Hadou was lying on the big bed with his eyes closed, breathing intermittently, and his breath was like a gossamer. His body was covered with a thick quilt, his face was yellow and withered, his cheeks had become thin and slumped, and only a few hairs had fallen out.
The little maid wiped away her tears, walked over and pushed Hadu, and called out: "General, general." Du's head shook on the pillow, and after a while, his eyes opened weakly, and his eyes were blurred.
god.
With tears on her face, the little maid laughed happily and said: "General, general, I... we... the eldest son, he..."
The little maid suddenly thought that General Hadou was seriously ill now, so maybe she shouldn't tell him the news?
Hadu stared at her blankly, opened his mouth and made a "cough" sound.
"What do you want to say?" The little maid's eyes widened, she bent down and leaned next to Hadou's ear, saying: "What do you want to say? Burn? What kind of fever?"
A few unclear words popped out of Hadu's throat.
"Burn this place? Burn this place!" The little maid exclaimed and said anxiously: "You want me to burn this place? But you, eldest son..."
Hadu, who was lying on the bed, nodded with difficulty, gathered his strength, and said: "I know everything. Go... do it."
The little maid cried and shook her head, saying: "I can't..."
"Listen, the enemy... the enemy has launched... launched a general offensive. We... we don't have much time. But... But no matter what, Hadou...
You cannot... die in the hands of others." Hadu said intermittently with difficulty.
"I...but..." The little maid still shook her head desperately.
Hadou raised his arm little by little, and with a depressed push of his palm, he swept away the candle beside the table. The candle fell to the ground, and the flames ignited the carpet.
Hadou nodded to the little maid, his eyes firm.
The little maid understood: General Hadou has made up his mind and there is no turning back~!
She covered her mouth in surprise and took a few steps back, hitting the copper stove next to her.
She lowered her head and looked at the burning charcoal fire, and then looked at Hadou who was lying on the bed unable to do anything.
Hadu nodded to her again.
The little maid wiped away her tears randomly, gritted her teeth and pushed down the copper stove with great effort. The charcoal fire inside spilled out, and instantly ignited the carpet and curtains.
Hadou showed an approving smile, raised his wrist and waved his hand slowly, saying hoarsely: "My child, I'm sorry. You are free. Let's go. Go far away."
The little maid cried loudly, glanced at Hadou one last time, covered her face and ran out of the room.
The lonely and weak figure staggered out of the small building and then disappeared into the maple forest.
The flames ignited the furniture in the room, making a crackling sound.
The red flames quickly jumped up to the roof, surrounded Hadou's bed, and spread towards him.
"This is about to end~!" Hadu looked at the dancing orange flames and thought to himself, recalling his glorious life from an ordinary soldier to the world's best general, and then to the King of the South.
Then he smiled bitterly and murmured: "Elelda, what you say is always right."
When the Confederate Army was at its most glorious, almost everyone in the Confederate Army believed that capturing Almohad and creating an immortal dynasty was just around the corner.
But only Ilerda poured cold water on him. He told Hadou that the strength of the two sides was very different. If he honestly became his king of the south, the Hadou family might be able to pass on to three generations. He wanted to seize the throne.
If you don't take Almohad's crown, you are simply asking for death.
But Hadou disagreed. After all, the empire was too decadent. It looked shaky, as if it would automatically collapse if the door was lightly kicked.
When Hadu was actively planning and deploying his own plan, Ilerda even complained openly that this was leading the Southern Army to a dead end.
In this way, the differences of opinion between Ilerda and the entire south, as well as Hardu, became more and more serious. It was precisely because of this that Ilerda finally chose to sit in the southernmost part of the country where cannibals were everywhere.
Maybe you can touch the crown with just a raise of your hand. No matter how much it costs, you have to give it a try. Hadu thought to himself: Why can they be born as kings and I have to be a coolie?
"Isn't it true that I can't challenge the order of this world?" Hadu secretly said angrily.
"Challenging the order of the old world? So I really saw the right person." A plain voice came from Hadu's bedside.
Hadou was shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a thin figure standing in front of his window, wearing a simple gray robe without any decoration, looking down at him.
Around him, the fiercely burning flames seemed to encounter a transparent wall, bypassing a few feet around him.
There was a raging fire a few feet away, but next to him, there was silence. The boundaries were clear, as if the two of them were in a huge glass dome. The situation was extremely weird and strange.
Hadou slowly looked into the other person's eyes.
There was no color in his eyes, like two huge black holes that seemed to be able to suck away people's souls.
Hadu struggled for a few times, and suddenly found that he seemed to have regained his strength. He raised his head and said in surprise: "You...who are you?"
The man in gray robe waved his hand casually and said: "Answer my question first, why do you want to challenge the order of the world?"
His voice was not loud, but it was as loud as a bell, and it made Hadou's head buzz.
Hadu couldn't help but take a deep breath - no one had ever given him such strong pressure.
He was also a well-known figure for a long time. He led an army to conquer the east and west. Even when facing the famous Lich, he was only slightly wary. However, in front of the gray-robed man, he felt quite powerless.
But he was also very human. He quickly composed himself, and then carefully observed the man. But the man opposite him was like a statue, to be precise, an ancient statue. Because from his body, Hadou could stand tall.
｜I feel a sense of vicissitudes of life. But I can’t see through it at all.
The man opposite him also looked at him coldly, seemingly not worried at all.
Hadu then slowly replied: "I think it's unfair, why can they do it but I can't?"
The man in gray robe nodded, then chuckled: "Anger and injustice? This is indeed the root of all evil. I have also tried to challenge the order of the entire world. No, it should be said that I am still doing this now."
Hadu glared at the man in gray robe and said, "Who are you?"
The man in gray robe smiled gently and said: "Let me introduce myself, I am Kalimdor, Beutlis, the leader of the Immortal clan, the spokesperson of dark magic, and the high priest of the devil in the human world.
Although this situation is not very appropriate, it is still a pleasure to meet you, General Amorhaddu."
Hadu's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "It's you~! But how did you get here?"
"It's just a little trick." The High Priest of the Undead flicked his fingers gracefully and said, "Edwood leaves a beacon on you. When your life force is exhausted, the beacon will send out a signal.
Simple soul spell."
Hadu thought for a moment and said, "So, I'm dead?"
The High Priest of the Undead nodded and said, "Yes, you are dead."
Hadu let out a long sigh and smiled bitterly, and said, "Why do you appear here?"
The High Priest of the Undead looked down at Hadou and said: "Because you and I are very similar. Although we are in two different worlds, you and I are both trying to challenge the existing order.
Everyone in the world thinks that my ambition is to rule the entire world, haha..."
The High Priest of the Undead smiled and shook his head: "The mortal world means nothing to me. My purpose is just to revive the dark magic.
Mages accuse us of being evil and dirty, but they don't know that all spells are pure. It's not the spells that are evil, but the casters.
But they killed us without any reason, eliminated our companions, and used war to exile us dark spellcasters, so I will use the same means to regain our lost status and return everything we encountered to those elemental mages.
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I want to reestablish the order of magic, and no matter who stands in my way, I will destroy them."
Hadu was stunned for a moment and said, "What you have to do seems to be more difficult than me."
The High Priest of the Undead shook his head and said: "I have failed twice, but I don't want to fail a third time. This time may be my last chance.
All I need from you."
"Need me?" Hadu said strangely: "My world and yours have no intersection."
The High Priest of the Undead shook his head and said: "Dark mages are all powerful spellcasters, but they are not brilliant strategists. Including me, the immortals know how to fight, but they don't know how to conduct a war.
So we need you, Amor, General Hadou, an outstanding general."
Hadu laughed miserably and said: "Outstanding? I have completely failed."
The High Priest of the Undead said: "Your enemy is too powerful. In fact, I have been paying attention to this war. In a desperate situation, your performance is still worthy of praise. This war will not damage your reputation.
The idea and my ability were unanimously recognized by us.
I can give you eternal life in exchange for working for us."
"Eternal life... That seems good." Hadou murmured in a daze, but then his heart skipped a beat. The scene in front of him suddenly reminded him of the fairy tales about those who used their souls to fight demons.
People who trade.
At this moment, the High Priest of the Undead nodded and said: "After victory, you can establish any order you like on this continent. As I said, I have no interest in the secular world."
"I can't seem to find a reason to refuse." Hadu thought about it seriously and said, "Becoming an undead might be a good thing."
The High Priest of the Undead nodded solemnly and said, "Then you agree?"
"Yes, I agree." Hadu nodded.
The High Priest of the Undead stretched out his palm, gently pressed it on Hadou's forehead, and slowly chanted obscure wrinkles in his mouth.
Black light rose from Hadou's body, and a phylactery engraved with complicated patterns suddenly appeared in the hands of the undead high priest, and he placed it on Hadou's chest.
During the chanting of the mantra, the translucent black brilliance was sucked into the phylactery, and Hadou's body on the bed quickly became gray and shriveled, eventually becoming like a mummy.
A transparent figure was projected from the phylactery, standing in front of the high priest of the undead.
"Welcome to the world of the Eternals."
Hadou's shadow trembled slightly, and he looked at his body made of shadows with wonder.
The High Priest of the Undead said: "Let's go, you have a lot of work to do."
Hadou's shadow nodded, and suddenly turned his head and glanced outside the door. He could vaguely see a familiar human body on the ground.
The High Priest of the Undead looked at him strangely and said, "Is there anything you miss here?"
"No," Hadou retracted his gaze, shook his head, and said, "No more."
The high priest of the undead waved his hand, and the two people disappeared instantly, and the flames swept over and ignited Hadou's body on the bed.
There were shouts all day long outside: "Seize Hadu, the reward is 100,000, brothers, rush~!"