436 Chapter 339: The Exploding Number of Skeleton Blood Dragons
Gunter immediately ordered the troops to gather all the wyverns killed after it received the order.
Renee took the stone statue of the dead and killed wyverns because of Richard's special instructions before the battle. In the end, not many left the orc city alive.
They piled the bodies on the sand.
Richard looked at the orcs who had surrendered to him.
The number of people in the three squadrons, and all of them had rare potential... Even rare-level troops couldn't last until the last moment.
However, these majestic warriors seemed to have overindulged themselves because the berserk state had ended. Their faces were pale, and some could not even stand steadily.
The orcs' berserk state could enormously increase their attributes, and their power was well-known. However, the side effects of the enhancement were also distinct and caused them to be in a weak state for more than ten hours.
Richard couldn't help but frown.
He began to consider whether he should accept them after the excitement of the soldiers to join him had passed.
Orcs were normal lifeforms. And they were utterly different from the Twilight City troops.
Moreover, these mighty soldiers needed food and water. It could cost them half their lives if they were to fight in the desert.
They could only use it to defend the city. And it was useless.
More importantly, it would have a fatal impact on their morale if they mixed these soldiers with mummies. No ordinary living being would want to be with the undead all day long.
The orcs were not soldiers of the desert camp. So they couldn't accept mummies.
They could not hide their fear when they looked at the Twilight City troops.
Richard said while he rubbed his chin.
"I was happy for nothing. Although orcs aren't weak, the eggs are useless when we bring them back. It's also a waste of food.
"[Steamed Bun Lover]... I am thinking if you're interested in recruiting these troops to do business with them."
"Three squadrons of rare troops should be worth a lot of money. That guy got the seeds of the world tree, so he should have several good things hidden...
"After all, the harpies belonged to the nature camp. Although they were not on the same front as the orc tribe, it would not lower their morale."
Richard did a quick check on the orcs' stats.
It was a pity that there were no heroic units, or he could sell them for a higher price.
The orc soldiers looked at Richard with pleading and apprehensive eyes.
The only person who could decide their fate on this land now was this heroic and extraordinary human lord.
Richard couldn't be bothered to say anything to these people who couldn't stand still. He just looked at his loot excitedly. He thought he finally had someone to rely on.
It would be great if he could attract some powerful heroes...
Gunter reported that he was ready to explode after a round of inspection.
They gathered most of the wyvern corpses, other than a small portion that the sun buried.
There was a large group of thousands of them with a rough estimate.
They piled up the square, which was half-buried by the sand.
Richard looked forward to it.
It had been too long since the skeleton blood dragon had increased.
In other words, there were too few troops with dragon blood, so few that he could not find a suitable target even if he wanted to hunt.
Gunter walked to the vast pile of corpses after Richard permitted it.
The blood-colored bandages on his body slowly glowed with a crimson light.
The crimson light seemed alive and directly enveloped all the wyvern corpses.
It was like ice and snow that met the blazing sun when the corpse came into contact with the crimson light. It began to melt rapidly.
They turned into balls of blood-colored energy and floated in the air.
It formed a blood river not long after.
The thick smell of blood assaulted his nose and stimulated his sense of smell.
The blood river gradually became majestic.
The light on Gunter's body reflected the light and grew increasingly bright. It quickly spread out when it reached a limit.
A blood-colored mist covered the entire orc city in two to three minutes.
One could see from the sky blood-colored energy rose from the sand and ruins of buildings.
The soldiers buried in the sand couldn't escape the fate of turning into blood-colored energy.
The corpses on the ground gradually distorted as a large amount of energy gushed. It was like the wind dried them for decades or even centuries.
His ferocious and terrifying appearance would give one a nightmare.
No more blood-colored energy seeped out of the ground ten minutes later. Gunter noticed this and slowly pressed down in both directions.
The blood river in the sky was like a vast wave and poured into the wyvern's broken corpse.
Under everyone's gaze.
The corpse of the wyverns, left with only a pale skeleton, slowly became crystal clear like a ruby. And its aura began to rise.
The world became distinct again when the corpse absorbed all of the blood-colored energy in the sky.
The soul fire in Gunter's head exploded.
The next moment.
'Whoos!'
All the wyvern corpses' heads suddenly lit up with a dark blue soul fire.
'Roar!'
The dead body, which was still, suddenly twisted and struggled. And a series of deep roars that sent chills down people's spines echoed through the sky.
It gave birth to the skeleton blood dragon.
They spread out their broken dragon wings after these newly born crown soldiers got up.
'Hu!'
They spread their wings and flew.
It covered the sky in an instant.
[Ding~ Your subordinate Gunter has recruited 120 skeleton blood dragons (Crown1 star, Newborn Level: 10) from the wyvern corpse.]
It pleasantly surprised Richard.
According to ancient practice, it takes more than ten dragon-blood creatures to recruit a skeleton blood dragon.
Richard thought it would be good enough if there were seven or eight teams, but he didn't expect there to be so many more.
The bodies buried under the sand were quite functional.
As a result, the number of skeleton blood dragons in his hands increased from the initial three teams to 15.
It was a Crown 1-star troop level, not a weakling!
Moreover, Alves, a soldier with the Elegy Death Medal, was the commander and the title of King of Gladiator.
These powerful troops would become the nightmare of all enemies with additional characteristics.
He looked at the skeleton blood dragon that almost blocked out the light in the sky.
Richard was in a good mood.
The higher the rank of the troop level, the more resources they needed to recruit.
Putting everything else aside, with so many crown troops, how many resources could he save?
A few hundred meters away from the Orc City, [Steamed Bun Lover] rushed over and happened to see the scene of the undead dragons that soared into the sky.
It instantly shocked the bun lover.
He clearly remembered that there were only a few dozen undead giant dragons before, but now they covered the sky.
He immediately thought of the central point, the undead recruitment spell.
So this was how the lord formed the Twilight City troops...
No wonder it was so powerful.
Envy shrouded his heart. "F*ck, the undead were indeed a perverted race. Such a way of sending out troops simply made people envious."
[Steamed Bun Lover] let the harpie troop stay outside after he sent someone to report and waited for a reply, while he entered the Orc City with two small teams of guards.
The scenes on the ground came into view as he got closer.
The vast yellow sand had swallowed up the original city wall. Only two arrow towers stood alone on the vast ground, but they were only four to five meters above the ground.
It also destroyed most of the buildings in the war that the sand did not bury. It reduced the ruins of the city that one could call a prosperous town in the past.
To witness all of this with their own eyes, though mentally prepared, still gave [Steamed Bun Lover] a vast psychological impact.
The bun lover recalled the powerlessness he felt when he discovered the Orc City when he came to investigate. He sighed.
The bun lover landed on the square under the guidance of the stone statue of the dead.
He got down from the horned eagle and immediately saw Richard's aura. He went up to him excitedly.
"Boss Qingqiu boss... Bull nose!"
"Your troops annihilated the orcs just like that! You are my god!"
I'd even be willing to offer my chrysanthemums to you if I didn't like women…"
Richard didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He cast a disdainful glance at the man.
"Get lost, don't disgust me."
[Steamed Bun Lover] chuckled and didn't seem to mind.
He sighed in admiration after he gazed around and saw the moans of the white-tailed cat race.
It had only been a short while, and Richard had solved everything.
The bun lover raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sun sets in the west, but some distance was there before setting.
The other party said they would flatten the Orc City before dark and return to see the beast-eared girls dance. They could bring forward the matter.
What a pervert...
It was indeed a fitting scene to have Guan Yu kill Hua Xiong with warm wine in ancient times and see through his clothes at sunset in Qingqiu.
Richard stared at this guy that gazed around with shifty eyes and gestured to the orc over there.
"Do you see those orcs?"
The bun lover was stunned for a moment and did not understand what he meant.
"You saw it? Isn't this your captive?"
Richard chuckled.
"Orcs are not suitable for Twilight City."
The bun lover's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this.
"Boss, you, you mean..."
Richard nodded.
"That's right. I'm selling these to you."
Tears shrouded the bun lover's eyes.
"Boss, there's no need for a deal between us. I've wandered for half my life and only hate that I haven't met a wise master. If you don't mind, I'm willing to be your godfather...
