Evil will not deceive you

night--

When a guard was wearing his own full-body armor to guard the camp, another man came over with a piece of bread spread with honey. Before the man came to the money, the guard smelled the smell of wine on him.

When the bearded guy holding the bread came to the door, he broke off half of the honey-smeared bread and handed it to him. Only then did Gross smile.

"I thought you, bastard, were going to be a solitary eater."

Put the bread with raisins into your mouth at will. The taste of honey and raisins make this piece of 'bread' very delicious, and it can dispel cold and hunger.

This is not an ordinary staple food eaten by civilian soldiers, but a 'cake' made in the name of staple food, because enjoyment should be banned in the military camp, and everyone has the same food.

But everyone tacitly understood it. How could civilians and nobles eat the same food? This was just the way His Highness the Prince requested to run the army.

And this thing is indeed bread, but instead of sawdust and sand, it is filled with raisins, sausages, or other nuts.

However, when going on missions and marching to fight, everyone still eats the same food, after all, there is always something to do.

So when going on a mission like this, you can only ask your colleagues to bring some to you.

The guard took a bite of the bread and found that there were many nuts and some meat floss hidden in it, which made him feel happy all of a sudden.

And when his friend handed him a small water bag and he opened it and smelled the smell of wine, his mood became even better.

As for things like standing guard and drinking...

This is the hinterland of Lordaeron! Moreover, there are no bandits or anything like that in the surrounding mountains, and who would go crazy and attack their prince?

Crazy?

The prince has no other brothers and sisters, so the possibility of being attacked in the hinterland is infinitely close to zero!

So, he showed a smile, took a sip of wine, and sighed contentedly.

At this time, the colleague who was chewing bread suddenly spoke.

"Gross, how's your family doing?"

Gross knew that what he was talking about was the undead employees of his family. Because of Alsace, they all had a psychic consultant in their noble families.

So he glanced at the civilian soldiers standing guard seriously and lowered his voice.

"My father said that the output of the family's workshop has increased immediately, and he asked me to find a way to get more undead permits. In this way, our family's garden can be built quickly. My sister's I can get one more set of dowries, and the life of the farmers is getting better, and they no longer need to do corvee work. Where is your family?"

His companion smiled too.

"My family is also quite good. When my brother goes out, he can take a few more followers with him, and the possibility of becoming a noble is much higher. Moreover, I plan to drag my brother Bobby into the prince's knights, so that he can I can get the knighthood. And the farmers in my family can also breathe a sigh of relief. Although not as fast as yours, my father has also reduced the corvee for some dangerous jobs, and plans to let the undead do all these dangerous things."

The faces of his companions were full of expectations for the future, and Gross didn't know what to say. Generally speaking, the relationship between brothers in aristocratic families was generally not very harmonious, and it was simply too normal for brothers to kill each other.

But Toli, his friend, is not like this in his family. The relationship between the brothers in their family is quite good. If it were not for the inheritance law and only one person could inherit the title, their brothers would not even be separated.

This made him a little envious. Everyone knows how important a blood brother who will not backstab you is, but unfortunately, most nobles do not have such a brother. Even if the relationship between brothers and sisters is good, they will become... Awkward.

So he spoke a little sourly.

"That's great, your family, but doesn't Bobby want to be a mage? Isn't that bad?"

But Tory just curled his lips.

"Then you want to be a mage consultant? Come on, if mages can really live a decent life, why are there so many mages coming out of Dalaran? And it's not friendly to nobles there. He won't learn anything there. Yes, it’s easy to learn bad things.”

"Right."

Although he was envious and even a little bitter about his friend's family, he could only say this.

But he immediately thought of the benefits that the undead could bring. These people were so wonderful, so for him, he really wanted more undead.

The work efficiency of these undead is real!

So, looking at the starry sky and taking advantage of the drunkenness, he couldn't help but speak.

"I really hope that His Highness the Prince will relax the restrictions on the undead. Those unruly guys are..."

However, just as he was speaking, he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, immediately turned his head, and then saw his friend Toli falling to the ground with his eyes wide open, and even He stretched his hands to the sky, as if he wanted to say something.

"Tory!"

Gross exclaimed, and quickly squatted down to shake Toli's body. Their two retinues also rushed over instantly, but like Gross, several of them fell down during the charge.

He looked at everything around him in astonishment, and immediately looked up into the darkness in the distance, hoping to see the enemy in the darkness. However, as the horn sounded, he still did not see any enemy!

At this moment, Tory suddenly stood up.

He thought Toli had recovered, so he turned his head away happily.

"Tolly! Go and notify His Highness Alsace! Someone is attacking..."

However, what greeted him was a ferocious face! His throat guard was torn away by Toli almost in an instant, and then he was thrown to the ground by the crazy Toli and bit his throat!

Life quickly left his body along with the blood. He could see clearly that half of his chin and neck had been torn off by Tori's mouth. However, he felt that he had not passed through the dark curtain of death. , but slowly stood up.

He felt that the heart in his body was slowly stopping beating, but what supported his body to start moving was no longer the heart, but another kind of power.

His consciousness gradually became colder, and just when he fell completely into the cold, he finally saw the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Rise! My servants! For Lord Kel'Thuzad! Kill Arthas!!"

A psychic.

He didn't know the rest, because he found that he was extremely hungry and wanted to eat, but the bread on the ground was no longer attracting his attention. Instead, it was the guys with frightened expressions on their faces. They exude an alluring smell.

The taste of life!

Gross.

He rushed towards the fresh meat.

emmm, I realized after finishing writing that the later chapters were not very effective, so this one will have to wait a while.

There will be two more updates around one o'clock.

Adjust the order of the plot.