Chapter 62, looking for mines
"Great Chief, it's time to start." After the sacrifice was finished, he stepped aside.
Thrall looked at Kent's flickering figure and asked directly, "Kent, how did you die? What about the others?"
Hearing Thrall's words, Kent's expression was slightly bitter, and he replied: "A undead stronghold suddenly appeared near the tribe. They destroyed the tribe, and all the members died in battle, and none were spared."
Whoa!
All the top orcs below immediately became confused.
The undead camp has always been mysterious and strange.
They rarely appear in the area where the living beings gather, and every time they appear, it will bring panic and confusion.
The Burning Blade Tribe in Kent has also developed in that area for several years, but no undead stronghold has ever been found.
Why did a undead stronghold suddenly appear?
"How strong is the opponent, and how many people are there?" Thrall continued to ask.
"The enemy is only the size of a village, there are no heroic units, but there are hundreds of thousands of troops, all low-level troops." Kent continued to answer.
But the figure on the altar had begun to shake violently, and it was obvious that it could not last long.
"The size of the village, how can there be so many troops?" Thrall felt wrong, and even suspected that Kent might have read it wrong, or that his memory was confused.
"Indeed, these are what I have seen with my own eyes. The lord of the other party is still a human being. I suspect that he can control so many undead soldiers by possessing the treasures of the undead family. I..."
Kent wanted to continue talking, but in the next second, his condensed soul shattered directly.
Turned into a spot of light and slowly disappeared.
"Great Chief, the time has come." Said the priest.
Thrall nodded, thinking about what Kent had said.
He didn't feel the slightest grief over the deaths of Kent and tens of thousands of orcs.
War and death are the norm for the orcs, and they happen every day.
The only thing he regrets is his support for the Kent territory in recent years.
Who would have thought that a group of undead who suddenly appeared would shatter the efforts of so many years.
While annoyed in his heart, he also recalled Kent's last words, that the other party may have treasures of the undead in his hands.
This piqued his interest.
If the other party really has any treasures in their hands, it is not in their own pockets.
The Skullbreaker tribe is different from the Fireblade tribe.
The Cold Wind Tribe has already been conquered, and there are many soldiers and horses that can be used.
Destroying a village with only low-level troops is simply an easy task.
And Thrall himself is a purple Tier 9 hero, and Kent can't compare.
"Come on."
Orcs can come forward, "Great Chief."
"Anxu, go to the Burning Blade Tribe, explore the location of the undead village, and bring me all the information. Thrall said loudly.
"Yes." The orc took the order and hurriedly left to arrange the manpower.
Thrall strode back, feeling much better.
If what Kent said is true, a weak human has a treasure that can manipulate tens of thousands of undead.
As long as he sends troops to destroy it, he will get this treasure.
The strength of the tribe will be greatly improved.
As for the battle, Thrall is not worried at all.
What kind of defense can a village-level building have?
He has absolute confidence that he can easily destroy this village and get the treasure in the opponent's hands.
...
The next day, early morning.
The sun shines through the windows, illuminating the room.
Fang Hao rubbed his eyes, stretched out, and got out of bed.
Another new day.
After getting dressed, he walked out of the room slowly.
"Master, good morning." Yier was preparing breakfast in the kitchen,
Seeing Fang Hao coming down, he showed a smile.
Over the past few days, Yier has become more and more cheerful.
Occasionally, he also told Fang Hao about the past tribes and the life of the orcs.
"Morning!" Fang Hao waved his hand.
Go out of the wooden house, scoop out some water in the wooden bucket, and wash.
After the cabin was upgraded to level 4, there was an extra kitchen.
I don't know if there will be a toilet with water in the future.
After washing up, Yi'er also served breakfast.
Vegetable broth, and a fruit platter.
In this situation, Fang Hao is alone, and he lives two lives with other lords.
Yier inserted a piece of fruit and brought it to Fang Hao's mouth.
Fang Hao opened his mouth to chew, his mouth full of sweetness and wine aroma.
"I put some sweet wine on the fruit, how does the master feel?" Yi'er squatted aside and stared at Fang Hao with wide eyes.
Yi'er was still wearing a worn linen coat with a loose collar and a proud bust.
The hip-length shorts tightly wrapped the buttocks, making the white thighs full of sensuality.
This also makes it uncomfortable to eat.
"Master? Does it taste bad?" Seeing that Fang Hao didn't speak, Yier immediately asked.
Cough cough!
"It tastes good, very good." Fang Hao praised.
The taste is really good, the fruit contains the wine aroma.
"Hee hee, that's good." Yi'er smiled happily and inserted a piece, "Master is trying this."
At the end of the breakfast, Yier cleaned up the dishes, while Fang Hao continued to go about his own business.
He has important things to do today.
Check around the territory to see where you need to do it yourself.
Passing by the Organ Museum, the door was still open, but Nelson was nowhere to be seen.
Since Nelson told himself that he could make skeleton heroes, he never came out.
It seems that the production of the skeleton body is not as simple as imagined.
The skeleton transformation field is still transforming orc corpses day and night, and a large number of orcs are transformed into orc skeletons and enter the army of the undead.
Especially the transformed Warg, many were arranged by Fang Hao to Yinfeng Castle to transport goods.
Fang Hao walked around the territory for a week and found that there was no place for him to operate.
Returning to the lord's hut, after explaining to Yi'er, he lay on the bed and cast Divine Apparition.
[God is on the target, skeleton scout, fit is 65%. 】
Casting fit, God came upon a skeleton scout.
It should be because he drank the magic-inspired potion, and his fit increased from 50% to 65%.
When performing continuous gods, the consumption of mental power will be reduced.
The task I set for myself today is to explore the [Abandoned Mine Cave] on the intelligence map.
He did not intend to drive with infantry, but with cavalry, to conduct a preliminary test first.
Follow the signs on the map.
The abandoned mine is located on the north side of the territory, and the distance is not too close.
Determine the direction and location.
"Follow me all the cavalry." Fang Hao greeted and set off towards the abandoned mine in the north with 101 skeleton scouts.
Through the woods, over the depressions.
Gradually approached the location of the mine.
Just when Fang Hao stopped his horse and re-confirmed his position, the sound of fighting and angry roars suddenly came from the front.
"Someone fighting?" Fang Hao frowned slightly.
Moreover, the position of the fighting sound also happened to block his path.
"Go and have a look."
The cavalry approached quickly, and finally saw the target of the battle.
This is a ten-man team of pig-headed people, holding swords in their hands and looking nervous.
And their enemies are more cautious.
A group of animals with rotting bodies and sunken heads surrounded the pig-headed people and were attacking.
"Damn it! Travel to Busan..."
