Chapter 441

"Are there any sheep?" Rand asked casually.

"No, sir, maybe there is one in the city." The subordinate guard replied.

"It seems too late, let's arrange a horse for him." Rand coughed, "Go and arrange it quickly."

...

It was the third day after Rand left with his army, the great nobles of the Kingdom of Lenza and the vassal of the local lords came with the army.

But here are only piles of skeletons.

The air was filled with the breath of death, which was disgusting. Looking around, it is not lush trees or vibrant grassland, but small hills made of corpses. These corpses are either twisted, broken, or rotten. These once were living lives or walking corpses, but now only a pile of creepy remains.

There is obviously a big battle here, a bloody battle between the undead and humans.

He must have been late.

Actually, it's already very fast.

If it were other events, it would be impossible to have such a rapid mobilization speed. After all, there must be a charter to convene the army, and there must be decisions to determine the scope of the recruitment. Logistics and combat soldiers also need preparations, and temporary training may also be required.

The local lord's monarch was not negligent at all if he could send troops like this and arrive here quickly. He was rushing with his army as quickly as possible.

But now it seems that it's late.

He could only see a few walls full of blood mud and carrion.

But after entering the city, I found that this was not the case.

Amid the surprised gaze of this great nobleman, the local lord came out to see him.

"Sir, I worked hard to train troops, and now I have finally achieved some results. I integrate the power of the territory, command my army, lead my knights, and annihilate these disgusting undeads!"

The local lord, the lord of this city, had a calm expression and a modest expression of seeking credit.

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The vassal of the local lord, of course, knew that his vassal was talking lies with his eyes open.

Outside are piled up with mountains of corpses, and the breath of death is so strong that if you don’t ask the Torch Church’s people to deal with it, it will soon become a new natural place for the birth of the undead.

The number of troops in the city is indeed quite good.

But if so many undead could really be destroyed, they would not come to him for help.

When Feng Jun received a letter of help, his heart skipped a beat.

I was afraid that the city would not be able to be defended, so I would be captured within a few days, and then the surrounding population would become a walking dead soul.

He really did his best to integrate the army and rushed over.

The many corpses outside the city obviously proved the strength of the enemy.

Anyway, it cannot be what my vassal can do.

But this Fengjun looked as usual.

Just said, "Of course, as your lord, the lord of this vast land, I know the dangers of the undead, and have a vision to garrison troops here. The undead will not imagine how much I have prepared to deal with them here. The means, so they naturally failed."

Then the tone of the great nobles of the Kingdom of Lenza, who was over 50 years old, increased and said to the local lord: "Of course, I will not forget your achievements in leading the army to bravely fight. I will personally apply for rewards to you from the House of Lords."

The local lord didn't care if Fengjun saw that he wanted to destroy the biggest credit. Fengjun was already very good at eating meat and drinking soup.

This credit was not caused by him, but by him.

If Rand didn't come, he would never be able to defend the city. He would probably end up dead and destruction by then. Now the credit for being black and white is already very profitable.

It is also a matter of being a part of the title of vassal of such great contributions.

It was too fake and untrue to eat all of him, but his fence was a powerful nobleman in the Kingdom of Lenza. It would be much more reliable with him as an endorsement.

As for Rand.

Rand doesn't need the credit of the Kingdom of Renza anyway, does he?

...

Of course, Rand didn't know that someone had ruined his credit.

Even if I know, I won't care.

Or, I wish.

For the local lord of the Kingdom of Lenza, and even the lord's lord, such achievements are enough to boast and boast, and can gain a lot of benefits for their family.

But these credits are nothing to consider.

Since he came to this world, he has achieved countless military achievements.

This battle is more common than Rand's previous achievements.

At best, it only adds a lot to Rand's countless records.

Moreover, Rand cannot be rewarded by the Kingdom of Renza. The Kingdom of Renza will only pay for the plan to fight the plague provided by Rand, and will not pay for Rand to send troops to deal with the undeadly army.

And if the credit is hacked.

Then, in a sense, it also provides a barrier for Rand.

You know, the King of Blue still has power to seek treasures from the undead in secret.

And if you can not find Rand directly or find Rand later, it will be beneficial to Rand.

If Rand goes to the King of White for help, and with the current specialized Karin, he may not be able to compete with the King of Blue.

But the White King cannot always come to help, and Karin’s current situation is not suitable for long-term combat.

And that is, even if you can fight against each other, your own leaders will inevitably lose a lot.

Now, I am in the dark and the blue king is in the bright, and for Rand, it is the best.

The King of Blue obviously does not know who the forces that were secretly hostile to him, nor does he know where the debris of the undead's holy weapon are.

At this time, Rand had returned to the crescent moon collar.

It turns out that the intelligence advantage really has a huge effect. Before everyone can react, Rand led his troops to destroy the undead, got the holy weapon, and then returned to the territory.

Then you can breathe a little relieved next.

Of course before that...

No one in the territory had any objection to Rand's decision to personally execute the cultists.

Although evil sacrifices may not quite meet the moral standards of normal human beings, no one feels any problem with the brutal execution of a true madman like the Scourge.

"You, what are you going to do?" Another natural disaster scholar questioned Rand because of fear.

At this time, Rand used his great power to place the cultist in the cage on his huge lord's seat.

Of course these cultists would not think that it was Rand who wanted to pass the lord's position to them.

At this time, there were only Olena and Rand, as well as these cultists in the vast and rough lord hall.

Everything seemed a little weird.

Rand stroked his right hand and bent over and saluted.

"Everyone, can you waste some of your time? I would like to introduce to you the mother of sentient beings, the savior, the loving mother god, and the messenger of the harvest - Gaub Nicholas." Rand smiled.

Many natural disaster believers and high-level undead who were not sure about the reason, but knew that something was wrong, all began to curse.

Rand, Duke of Moon, is indeed a lunatic. Judging from his behavior, he is not like a normal person, and he doesn't know how he is followed by so many people.

"Madman, lunatic!" There were insults to Rand.

Olena, who was watching from the side, frowned. These insults made Olena very angry.

Rand didn't care about this because the prayer for the sacrifice was about to be finished.

Afterwards, wriggling tentacles emerge from the invisible place, and then flood these natural disaster believers and high-level undeads.

It seems that high-level undead can be defined as living.

Rand took the cage away and stood on the giant lord seat.

Then, Rand disappeared.

In the Kingdom of the Mother God.

Many natural disaster believers and wise high-level undead felt despair.

This is an endless piece of flesh and blood.

And they are being assimilated.

In just a few breaths, they had already merged into this breathing land.

Afterwards, they met Rand.

"You, why are you here too?" The Scourge Cultists were confused.

Rand just shook his head and said, "Welcome to the Kingdom of God of Mother God, I hope you will be happy here forever."

"You..." Before the Crime Cultists could finish their words, Rand disappeared into this kingdom of gods.

And they had to face what Rand said: forever.

Obviously, it is impossible for their bodies and souls to escape from here and go to the kingdom of God of the Apostles of the Disaster.

...

Rand returned to the lord seat.

The cage that was originally locked in the Scourge Cultists and high-level undead has been moved aside by Olena.

Rand looked at Olena: "How about it, do I have the style of a cult leader?"

Olena just smiled a little dotingly.

Rand looked at Olena's chest and then at Olena's slender thighs.

Today Olena wore a cashmere sweater on the upper body, a small velvet jacket, and a slim trousers on the lower body.

Olena dresses like this most of the time in winter, beautiful, intellectual, and convenient for drawing her sword to fight at any time.

It's also quite convenient for Rand.

Cashmere sweaters, small jackets, and slim trousers all need to be pulled and taken off.

Olena could easily notice Rand's gaze, her face turned red and she muttered, "What do you want to do! It's daytime now."

"But it's holiday, right?" Rand stretched.

The undead was finally destroyed.

The threat Rand needs to worry the most at present is relieved.

Rand's goal has also been achieved, and the goddess of harvest and health has officially debuted.

The den, no, it is the sacred land. It has been working hard for a long time. This winter, Rand is already promoting the vacation. Let's take a break together.

Indeed, the demand for development is very high now.

But if the spirit and body keep working in a high-pressure state, people will be damaged.

After Rand returned, he first observed a moment of silence for the victims and held a blessing ceremony for them, and then announced that he could take a leave.

Some jobs that are not convenient to take leave have also been rotated.

Now there is only half a winter left, and Rand is not stingy enough to let everyone rest.

Anyway, it's annual leave.

Rand himself, naturally had annual leave.

It is estimated that only His Majesty Marcus, who is still in the royal capital, will not have a holiday.

Olena turned her face sideways.

Rand jumped off the lord's seat and stretched out his mouth to suck Olena's soft and delicate face.

Holding Olena's waist.

Hold Olena's legs up.