In the brightly lit corridor, a woman wearing long boots and a neat black military uniform was silent for a moment, holding her breath slightly.
After a moment of silence, she gently knocked on the door, stood at attention, and spoke heroically:
"Your Excellency the Grand Duke."
There was no response, not only the room, but the entire corridor seemed silent.
However, invisibly, she felt an inexplicable pressure approaching her.
It was silent, but she could clearly feel the oppressive presence, which was constantly approaching her.
call……
After the breath from her mouth and nose began to be stained with a layer of white mist, subtle ice marks gradually appeared on the door.
Suppressing the fear in her heart and not retreating, the woman tensed up and stood there, not daring to move.
Finally, when the entire door was frozen, the completely frozen handrail suddenly twisted slightly.
Click.
Click!
The frozen door was pulled open and slowly opened inwards.
From the moment the door crack opened, a large amount of cold air poured out, causing the temperature of the entire corridor to drop rapidly.
Just when the woman was about to lose control and her body was shaking uncontrollably, the shuddering coldness suddenly disappeared.
"Um."
From the half-open door, a cold and serious voice came:
"come in."
The conditioned reflex is the same. The woman stands at attention and salutes, and her every move shows no sign that she was so close to showing her ugly face just now.
"yes!"
After the man's voice appeared, everything in the woman's eyes returned to normal.
There was no air conditioning in the corridor, the door was not frozen, everything seemed so normal.
As if... everything just now was like an illusion.
But the woman felt the sweat-soaked clothes on her back and knew that she was not suffering from hysteria.
Clenching her fists, the woman strode into the dark room.
The moment the heel of the boots entered the room, the woman bit her teeth and stepped firmly into it.
Click.
Her feet were really stepping on broken ice.
Standing firmly at the door of the room without entering, the heroic woman saluted the Duke of Cold Thorns in the room, raised her head and said:
"Your Excellency, your Excellency, Secretary Eberron, is here to report today's intelligence to you. The total number of annihilations in the war zone..."
"Just get to the point. You know what I want to know."
The figure with his back to Eberron waved his hand, continued to stand in front of the console and fiddled with something, then reached out to the side and grabbed another tool.
From Eberron's perspective, one can clearly see the crimson blood stained on the hands of Archduke Cold Thorn.
His throat moved, and Eberron hid his temptation, pretending to be calm and said:
"……yes."
The report was interrupted, but Eberron was actually not surprised. After a pause, he slowly spoke:
"Today, large-scale battles broke out in four places in the war zone. The victims... were one person at the fourth level, fifteen people at the third level, and 321 warriors at the second level and below."
"Total...three hundred and thirty-seven people."
Here, death is just a number, a cold number.
It is impossible to describe the appearance, character and everything of the victims, but those numbers represent them.
represents their death.
The sturdy figure didn't seem to have any special reaction after hearing this. He remained as silent as a rock. He just nodded slowly and said:
"Um."
A sound coming from the nasal cavity.
This is the entire reaction of Grand Duke Han Ci to the victims of his subordinates who died in battle.
Eberron bit his lip and wanted to say something, but in the end all his struggles turned into silence.
Regarding the deaths of those people and the attitude of Grand Duke Hanthorn, she lowered her head and remained silent.
No……
At the end, she raised her head with difficulty and asked:
"Sir, I think...should you modify your current fighting style?"
Transgression.
Eberron knew exactly what she was doing, and she said words that she shouldn't have said.
This is transgression!
Her words were not only a plea for those people, but also a naked slap in the face to the Grand Duke Hanthorn who set the current style.
But she had to say it.
For the sake of those soldiers who died in vain, she must stand up!
Even if it offends a moody being, a legendary judge known for his cruelty.
"Our soldiers... many of them are afraid and worried that they will become members of the [Death Squad]."
The clenched fist trembled, and the nails pierced Eberron's palm, causing blood to flow out.
Trembling, she stared at the figure who seemed to have never wavered, and said loudly:
"They are willing to sacrifice for this world, but what they are not willing to sacrifice has no value at all!"
Eberron has seen the bones that were brought back.
Being torn apart, crushed, even eaten...
That's not a corpse at all. At most, it's just some mutilated body parts.
"Forgive me for overstepping my bounds, we must change our current strategy, otherwise..."
Click.
!!!
Just a soft crisp sound from the operating table made the courage Eberron finally summoned dissipate.
Eberron loosened his clenched fists, knowing that everything was over.
"Is this what they told you?"
"I……"
Turning around, the tall legend walked step by step from the shadows and asked:
"Let me ask you, are these what they told you?"
Under the terrible pressure, Eberron could not say anything.
But she still glared at Duke Hanthorn with all her strength.
Is not it?
Such a miserable death, isn't it a suicide squad who sacrificed his life in vain?
To Eberron's surprise, Duke Coldthorn was not angry at this moment, but spoke calmly:
"Only blood and fire can create the most powerful warriors. What we need are elites who can survive such a tragic battlefield, not guys who deny other people's determination based on their own imagination."
!!!
He raised his hand and patted Eberron's shoulder calmly:
"Go to the front line."
After being slapped by a big blood-stained hand, Eberron couldn't stand and fell directly to the ground.
Boom.
Falling to the ground, Eberron had no time to stand up. She just stared blankly at everything in front of her.
On the operating table was not the corpse of her enemy as she had imagined.
Rather, it was a mutilated corpse that had been pieced together with great effort and carefully sutured.
It comes from those [Suicide Squads] who died on the battlefield and were casually discarded by the Cold Thorn Archduke...
Behind her, the legendary interrogator, known for his cruelty and cruelty and good at torture, slowly spoke:
"There is a special team coming... Follow them and go to the bloody battle zone to see for yourself."
He said:
"Go and see it with your own eyes."
"How did those pitiful guys who died in vain in your words decide their own death?"