Earl of Ors is the lord of the town of Colum.

It is not very similar to other nobles who live arbitrarily, here he is bound by the imperial capital.

We had to maintain the security of the town of Columbia, but because of being below the imperial capital, the town of Columbia had a natural advantage in geographical location.

Because of this, Coron City has been peaceful and quiet since its establishment, and Ors only needs to conduct a inspection at intervals to signal that he has fulfilled his duties as a nobleman.

But just now, Ors received the news conveyed from the guards.

A dead soul attacked the town and was gathering towards the city of Columbia.

Ors was undoubtedly surprised by this matter. What a arrogant mage he launched the Battle of the Undead?

The magic of the undead has almost only been heard by those who have heard it. It has almost disappeared before the world. Once, an arrogant evil believer sneaked into the imperial tomb of the Holy Empire, stole the corpse of a certain emperor and resurrected it. At this point, the magic of the undead has become a forbidden magic. Now, only evil believers can use this kind of magic.

In Ors's view, this must be some invisible evil believer who launched an attack on the town of Columb under the sacrificial sect.

This kind of thing is not impossible. Evil believers are a species with a problem in their brains, and they can even be divided outside humans. Although many of them are forces cultivated by nobles, in order to distinguish themselves from evil gods, they rarely explain those evil believers, and even hide them from beginning to end. It is precisely because of this reason that the frequent attacks on the nobles by evil believers with feverish brains. At this moment, the attack on the city of Colon only means that those evil believers are sick again.

Ors was not afraid of these things. He just stood up, took out the squid hanging around his neck, and blew it.

In response to the call of the flute, a dragon rushed over, which was the guardian dragon of their family, an ancient dragon species that was about a hundred meters long. He lived in the urban area of ​​Columbia. Only when something happened could Ors call him with the flute.

Ors ascended the Ancient Dragon and drove him, flying towards the direction outside the town.

“What a huge number!”

Looking at the dense gray-white bone tide, Ors frowned, but his expression was not cowardly.

In his opinion, this huge amount just takes longer to deal with.

Compared with the strong dragon body, fragile bones are like shaking a tree, and they cannot cause harm to their family's guardian dragons.

Thinking of this, Ors fell from the dragon's body to the top of the city, and the ancient dragon of the family was sent by him to attack the bones.

Just when he appeared on the city wall, he saw the guards gathered together. Are they gathered together to be lazy? Ors's expression was a little bad. Under normal circumstances, each guard should perform his duties. Each guard at the city wall has a special position. The guards' eyes were attracted by the dragons in the sky, and some people who saw Ors did not speak to remind their companions because of Ors' bad face.

When Ors approached, he suddenly heard a sound.

"The powerful dragon clan led by the nobles guarded the town of Colun and easily broke through the army composed of the undead, but their undead did not dissipate. Instead, they were reborn in the destruction and swept over with boundless anger. The powerful dragon was swallowed up and became their new combat power."

When he heard the words, Ors' biggest feeling was ridiculous.

But when he noticed the person talking, his expression was a little stiff. The man revealed a nearly perfect aristocratic temperament. The only flaw should be said to be the bottle he held in his hand. A normal aristocrat would not hold the bottle in such an indecent posture in broad daylight. Compared to the elegant movement of holding the glass, this movement was more like a gangster who was trying to smash it on someone else's head.

But just when Ors was surprised, the roar of a dragon came from a distance.

It was not the roar of a mighty dragon, but the wailing!

Ors turned his head and happened to see the moment when the family guardian dragon turned into bones.

"How could this be..." His eyes were filled with fear and he said incrediblely: "That must not be undead magic!"

The moment he spoke, the guards who had gathered next to Ranfrik noticed his existence.

The guard immediately saluted him, but Ors ignored the guard and walked towards Ranfrik.

"That's not undead magic! Right?"

Ranfrik, who said those words, must know the truth of the matter.

Faced with his problem, Ranfrik drank a little wine lightly, and then slowly replied: "That is the buried dead."

Rebs nodded and replied, "That's indeed dead. The corpse we buried underground by is so we want to make the dead move. There is no other way except for the magic of the undead?"

This was also what Ors thought, his eyes staring at Ranfrik, trying to get an answer from him.

"It is true that the dead went to different worlds in the moment they died, and their bodies were like rotten soil. But in the face of the resurrection world, these souls that had already passed away were also reviving. They became soldiers before his resurrection, announcing his upcoming revival for this world."

"Who are you talking about him?"

"The will of the world is the murdered god! The dominant of the old era, the one who devoured life was the robber. He may have its name, but his real name cannot be recited by humans. It is a sound that humans cannot make. It can only be mistranslated based on the wrong pronunciation... Well, this is the story that follows. I think it is better not to tell it at this time."

Ranfrik stopped and kept it a secret.

Rebs' mouth twitched.

Ors' expression was a bit bad, and he wanted Ranfrik to say everything he knew.

However, compared to making these complaints, Ors also knew that what he should do now is to take out the information that the person in front of him knew as much as possible.

The murdered god means that the god is dead.

Since you are dead, why will you recover? Shouldn’t the so-called recovery fall into a deep sleep?

"Why did the blood-killed god say he is going to revive?" Ors asked in confusion.

God, this kind of word, is not unaware of the evil gods because of the evil believers bragging about the evil gods.

Ors was even more unquestionable about its existence, but when this sentence was said from Ranfrik, it was inexplicably valued. Perhaps this reason depends on what Ranfrik just said and the shocking world where the ancient dragon passed away in front of him.

"The will of the world was born in this world, and it is the god of the world. As long as the world has not been destroyed, even if it is destroyed, it will recover one day."

"The revival of the world's will?"

Ors shook his head, not sure what Ranfrik meant.

"Which aristocratic family do you come from, and why do you know these things?"

Ors had to ask about other things.

Regardless of the reason, this catastrophe of the dead is no longer something he can solve.

He could only start from other aspects, so as to provide these messages to the emperor of the Holy Empire for support.

"Noble? I'm not considered now, I'm just a bard."

When he heard this, Ors was surprised, but his second reaction was anger. He had actually been nagging with a guy who was not a noble for so long?

"Guards, take him to the interrogation room."

The guards were about to act when they heard this.

Ranfrik looked not panicked, but just said in a plain manner: "Shouldn't you consider the disaster in front of you?"

"Although the powerful ancient dragons still cannot compete with these creatures, it is still not easy for those creatures to enter the town of Columb. How could a town located near the imperial capital have no protection? It is a magic barrier built by the emperor's team himself, and it is impossible to be easily broken through."

Emperor Biluo owns ten teams that belong to him directly, and the barrier of the town of Columb was established by the captain of the first team.

He was regarded as the strongest person in Biluo, and the barrier he established was so easy to break through.

The huge army of undead also collided with the open barrier while everyone was talking.

The violent noise filled people's ears.

The army of bones collided with the barrier and shattered fragilely.

But at the same time, the assimilated undead bone dragon also hit.

It made a more harsh sound than when the White Bone Army collided.

Looking at the undead army fighting the barrier, Ranfrik was not surprised.

If it was a passageway to the imperial capital without even some protection, it would surprise him.

He had arranged things long before entering the town.

It was something he borrowed from Barbara. Barbara, who possessed the blood of the creatures in the void, had an unparalleled ability to break through the barrier. Her body could travel through any barrier, and her blood was also the best item to break all barriers. When the pile of the undead army triggered the restriction set by Ranfrik in advance, the protection shattered in an instant.

Ors' calmness disappeared with the expression of surprise that was even more exaggerated than the devour of his family's guardian dragon.

The soldiers on the side, including Rebs, were extremely surprised by the scene in front of them.

"How could it be..."

"Is it wrong that something has happened?" Ranfrik replied lightly.

The distance between the protective cover and the city wall is about 100 meters.

Even at the slow speed of the undead army moving, it would hit the walls of Columbia town in dozens of seconds.

"You must know the solution." Ors said in a panic.

The islands in the sky are in a field of ten thousand meters high. It is impossible to see the situation clearly when looking down at the earth from the sky. The dragons that accept orders to protect the islands will only protect themselves without assistance.

In a short period of time, it was obviously unlikely that he would seek the Emperor's help, so Ors could only turn his attention to Ranfrik and try to seek his help.

"Help these poor civilians, they will be completely devoured by the undead, don't you want to see it?"

Ors brought the ordinary man with him, his voice begging.

Ranfrik was unmoved. He would not have affected his judgment because of his emotions a long time ago.

He, who was a noble since he was born, has long understood a truth that the so-called "noble" of a noble is reflected in exploitation, and unnecessary sympathy will only cause trouble.

"Isn't it funny to say that? I was also a nobleman a long time ago, so I understand what your words mean. You might as well beg me in the name of your family. Maybe for this reason, I will tell you some suggestions." Ranfrik replied.

Als didn't even think about it, so he hurriedly begged: "I ask you for help in the name of the Osda family, and I hope you can give me a suggestion."

Begging in the name of a commoner is completely different from begging in the name of a noble family.

The former is the help of the strong to the weak, and it is obviously unrealistic to allow civilians to give equivalent returns.

But the latter, begging for help in the name of the family, means that the family needs to repay this kindness. Otherwise, in the eyes of other nobles, a family that has lost its family's loyalty will no longer be a partner.
To be continued...