Blue Sword

Alcazaba is the name of the castle on the top of the inner hill in this port city.

The undead dug down the mountain at the bottom of the castle and built the infamous "Underground Palace of Mourning." It is said that there are a large number of cells, torture chambers and torture chambers underground, used to torture human prisoners of war transported from the La Mancha plateau in the north.

Since the ghosts themselves must be born from the corpses of human beings who have suffered painful torture before death, residents around the Mourning Underground Palace will often hear waves of horrific screams at night; and every other week, ghosts will be transported from the castle. A large number of corpses came out, were pushed directly to the seaside and dumped.

Of course, the reason why Wraith Spirits are produced in large quantities is just because of the hobby of the Wraith Spirit Demigod in the underground palace.

The birth of many specific undead races mostly has special conditions and requirements for corpses. For example, a banshee must be a female corpse, so as long as a female transcendent is found and killed, the impact on the public will not be that great.

The conditions for the birth of the resentful spirit are relatively harsh, so the citizens are also keeping silent, and there are groundless rumors everywhere. For example, "they would randomly capture people on the street and bring them back for torture." As a result, for a period of time, no one dared to go out, and even when they did go out, they would do so in secret, for fear of being seen by the undead.

Eleanor, whose face was covered, sat silently in the tavern, listening to everyone's suppressed conversations, and she couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable sadness in her heart.

She originally thought that the harm caused by war to human beings would be nothing more than allowing living lives to rush and kill each other on the battlefield for the sake of an illusory victory. However, she never thought that human beings would one day become raw materials and be used by the undead for various purposes. This kind of unscrupulous and cold "processing"...

Before, she might have been so angry that she couldn't control herself. But now she already understands that simply drawing the sword can't change anything.

The root of the war lies in the aggressive war launched by the Kingdom of the Dead in Iberia.

And what she really wants to do is just end this war.

Medea sat opposite her, drinking her wine leisurely and observing the expression on Eleanor's face calmly.

"Aren't you angry?" she suddenly whispered.

"Anger doesn't have to show on your face," Eleanor replied calmly.

"Yes." Medea turned her head slightly, "He is here, look around for me."

Eleanor nodded imperceptibly, and the fog of will spread and soon enveloped the entire tavern invisibly.

The words of everyone present, the slight movements of their faces, the small movements under the table, all the details are under her control. The detection range continued to expand, and soon spread to the street in front of the tavern.

Even the invisible banshee passing above the street could not escape her detection range. If there is an undead approaching here quietly, she will be able to detect it immediately.

Medea stood up, her charming face covered by her hood, with only half a strand of wine-red hair hanging down from the edge, playfully curled.

Although her face was not seen, the seductive body curves looming under the robe immediately attracted the attention of many drinkers.

Douglas, who had just sat down at the wine table, was also one of them. He was a slave trader and had recently sold off a group of human prisoners of war from the northern La Mancha Plateau in the city. Although he had seen tens of thousands of women, this was the first time he encountered such a stunning woman.

Yes, stunning.

Douglas had absolute confidence in his ability to see people. For example, for those prisoners of war, he could tell their previous occupations with just one glance. Hunters have well-developed back muscles, lumberjacks have strong biceps, and farmers have thicker waists than other professions... And this woman, judging from the slender way she walks, has obviously undergone special training. The kind that can seduce people.

However, judging from the range of movements, it is not a common tavern wandering warbler. Liu Ying will deliberately twist her buttocks extremely hard to show off her figure to the greatest extent. But this woman's range of motion is just right - this can probably be attributed to one reason, that is, her face is pretty enough, so she doesn't need to highlight the perfection of her figure too much.

Face, body, and conversation form the complete temperament of a person. This woman's temperament is completely integrated, and it is definitely not comparable to those wandering orioles who rely on their plump figures to attract people.

Douglas, who was thinking this way, saw that the other party had walked to his wine table, slowing down slightly... Could it be that he had something to say to him?

He was stunned for a moment, then became excited immediately. I never thought I could have an affair!

As soon as the slightly peach-colored thoughts flashed through his mind, Medea's spiritual thread hit him, and Douglas's original consciousness was immediately interrupted.

Being controlled, he picked up the wine glass as ordered by Medea and continued to drink wine dully, while Medea turned around and returned to Eleanor's table.

"Let's go." She whispered, meaning the control was successful.

Eleanor stood up and left the tavern with Medea. A few drinkers around him quickly got up and tried to follow them in a sneaky way. However, they were prompted by a group of people from Medea, and they forgot what they wanted to do.

A few minutes later, Douglas finished his drink silently, then stood up and walked out of the pub.

Several of his attendant guards quickly followed, not noticing anything strange about their boss.

Half an hour later, Douglass walked out of his slave farm again. The number of guards around him had increased to twelve, leading a team of eight prisoner-of-war slaves. All the prisoners of war had their limbs and limbs severed, were tied to blood-stained chains, and walked forward feebly.

Douglas glanced at the person at the end of the team. She was a tall female transcendent, and her level was not low, which was quite in line with the characteristics of the "material" that Lord Ansara needed.

Everyone moved forward quickly, and soon they went up the mountain and arrived at the gate of the Alcazaba castle.

Douglas chatted with the wizard apprentice waiting in front of the door for a few words, pointed at the tall female extraordinary at the end of the team, then handed all the slaves to the other party, settled the account and left.

The wizard apprentice led the slaves into the castle, and all the way down to the underground palace of mourning, they suddenly saw a banshee floating in front of them.

"What are these?" the banshee asked, her voice as ethereal as a ghost, and her hoarseness contained some evil aura of bewitchment.

"The materials Teacher Ansara needs." The wizard apprentice said respectfully, his head lowered and he did not dare to raise it.

"It just so happens that the materials for the resentful spirits in the underground palace are gone." The banshee said slowly, "I want to pick a few people from your team to fill the vacancies on our side."

"Please choose whatever you want." The wizard apprentice secretly complained, but did not dare to refuse the other party directly.

Through vague spiritual induction, he noticed that the other banshee was of a very high level and looked very strange. She was probably not an undead creature created by his teacher.

In other words, they are the subordinates of the resentful demigod.

If there is a conflict with the opponent, the wizard apprentice has no doubt that he will be thrown directly to the opponent by the teacher and become a member of the vengeful spirit material warehouse. Therefore, he could only try to maintain a respectful attitude, secretly praying that at least that high-quality female transcendent would not be drawn by the other party.

The high-level banshee circled around the team, tapping her hands, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... With each tap, the despair in the wizard apprentice's heart became stronger.

It wasn't until the other party finished counting seven people and left him only the female transcendent at the end of the team that the wizard apprentice seemed to have suddenly crawled out of hell, showing an overjoyed expression.

This...I understand. The other party also knew that this kind of high-level female transcendent was suitable for making banshees, so he deliberately left it to the teacher!

No wonder, this woman is also a banshee after all, so how could she reject the increase in the number of people of the same race around her?

After bidding farewell to each other respectfully again, the wizard apprentice continued to walk to the lower level of the palace with the only female transcendent left in the team.