, The Red Dragon Emperor

　　 Soon, the five people discussed and understood that the current situation was no longer under the control of themselves and others, and they reached an agreement on reporting to the high priest.

　　Although they have reached an agreement, everyone is still a little nervous. After all, admitting that failure is a very painful thing. Within a cult that is strictly hierarchical and does not tolerate failure, the loser will pay a painful price.

　　 The black-robed man gritted his teeth: "Master Clayton, report to the high priest, before the situation is not too bad."

　　 The four people all cast their eyes to the end of the long strip of table, and the silent black-robed man watched him quietly, waiting for the person in charge of the action here to speak.

　　静~.

　　 After waiting for a while, the black-robed man named Clayton spoke with a hoarse, dry voice: "In a moment, everyone will be responsible for that **** Murphy."

The other four people nodded together. This is not wrong to Murphy. This time for Operation Triangle Plain, the high-level and above are the high-level. There were originally eight people in the high-level, one master and seven high-level, master-level Clayton overview In the overall situation, the rest were scattered everywhere, and Murphy was responsible for the preparations of Thorns City. As a result, he accidentally made too much action and attracted the attention of Thorns City officials.

　　 It doesn’t matter if it attracts official attention, it also attracts the attention of [Red Dagger]. When I did it, I didn’t expect that there was a high-level ranger hidden in the tree...

　　 A series of accidental factors added up, resulting in the inevitable failure of Murphy, and also affected the other two high-level companions.

　　 The master Cthulhu priest named Clayton carefully took out a crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the table.

This crystal ball is not the usual transparent crystal ball, there is a gray smoke in the crystal ball, and the gray smoke is still flowing continuously, shining with a strange pale light under the candlelight. .

　　 The low and hoarse curse sounded, and the crystal ball gradually reacted. The gray smoke in it floated out and gathered in the air to form an image of a human head. The image of the human head looked indifferent and stared at the five people in the tent.

　　 The five of them were worried, and they all bent over and said respectfully: "Your High Priest."

　　 "Say," his voice was cold and hoarse.

　　 "Your High Priest, this is how things are..."

　　Through some explanation, the high priest of the [Salvation Church] understood what the people meant, and the task of the five was about to fail, and he sought a remedy for himself.

　　 "A bunch of trash!"

First he scolded everyone, making everyone silent, and then the high priest's voice changed: "However, you are not hopeless. You did not contact me after the situation is irreversible. I will give you one last chance. , Put your hands on the crystal ball..."

　　……………………

　　 Modo Peak Forest, the top of Oka City, inside the Red Fort.

　　 In stark contrast to the desperate enemy who is trying to save him, Jose is enjoying the food carefully cooked by the halfling chef, while listening to Van Cleef’s report on the results of the fight against the [Salvation Church].

　　 "Master, in the past week, we have found two large [Salvation Churches] gathering points, killing a total of 32 Cthulians, destroying 225 flesh and blood puppets, and seizing..."

　　 The facts have proved that it was a wise decision to bring in the [Justice Church]. The [Justice Church] is simply the nemesis of all kinds of Cthulhu churches. It understands most of the methods and behavior styles of the Cthulhu Church. This makes the action against the Cthulhu Church smooth.

　　 And the [Wind Whisperer Alliance] also played a positive role, which is the icing on the cake.

　　 After finishing the report, Van Cleef looked up at the red dragon feasting on the table.

"Master, the evil gods inside the Triangle Plain have been cleaned up. I discussed with the two guests and decided to investigate the wider grasslands outside the Triangle Plain. After collecting intelligence these days, we have a lot of suspicious locations. Information..."

While listening to his subordinates telling the battle, Jose tore off a three-meter-long moose thigh, gnawing like a chicken leg. The precious spices on the moose from the southern sea islands stimulate the taste buds, and the mouth secretes water and chews slowly. .

　　 swallowed the food in his mouth, and he also came up with the answer to the question.

　　 "According to intelligence, the enemy's main force is still outside the triangle plain, and the deterrence of the magic tower is not enough to cover it. The enemy you are facing may not be just a cultist. Be careful in everything and notify me in time if there is any change."

　　 "Understood," Van Cleef nodded.

　　 Jose's words changed: "However, this time with the participation of [Justice Church], there is no need to worry about [Northland Witch Council] stabbing a cold knife in the back."

　　 "Just in case, I still have to bring an army, emmm..."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　José thought in his heart that among his master warriors, the Jackal—Hogg Riverclaw guarded the ground all the year round to guard against the invasion of the mobile emerald forces; the Kobold— Soda Bloodfang is responsible for the city defense of Oka City, and the capital needs the strong to support the facade; Graeme Zhenxiang is responsible for maintaining the safety of trade roads and deterring the bandits on the grassland; Udi Shiya is in the city of Thorns, and the triangle plain also needs the strong Guard; and the ogre-Agron Stonecrusher is not suitable to be the commander; the kobold-Hassa Bloodclaw is responsible for the defense of the Modo Peak Forest, and can't go away either.

　　After thinking about it, he decided to let Graeme Stonehammer put aside the maintenance of trade roads. It happened that the orcs and wolf cavalry were very suitable for Mercedes-Benz Grassland.

　　 With a thought, he notified the orc family members and assigned tasks.

　　 "Graham will lead a thousand elite wolf cavalry to wait for you at the vanguard post on the border. You will reconcile with him and act together."

Van Cleef’s face was overjoyed. Needless to say, the orc chief, Graeme Stonehammer, he is the most powerful warrior under the Red Dragon, and he is hopeful that he will be the first to break through the legend of the old master master. He has rich experience in leading the battle and has led the army many times. Hunt down the prairie robbers.

Graham’s orc wolf cavalry is also a powerful force. Thanks to the rich professional education resources of the Modo Peaks, nearly half of the professional wolf cavalry are in the wolf cavalry, and the red dragon also deliberately added the word "Elite", even if you want to come. Not all are professionals, but most of them are professionals.

　　 plus my own [Red Dagger], [Justice Church] and [Wind Whisperer Alliance] two major allies, chasing [The Salvation Church] is simply a sledgehammer.

　　 After eating the food, Jose wiped his paws with a silk napkin, and said lightly: "The Modo peaks are opening soon. I don't want to hear the news of mass casualties. Okay, let's go on."

"Yes!"

　　 The jackal thief retired, Jose also got up and left the restaurant, went to the magic tower library to start reading in his leisure time, reading the mage's handbook, travel notes, archaeological research and so on.

　　 The forces have developed to this point, and most of the troubles do not require him to take action personally. You only need to take command from the rear and let the family members or the army kill the enemy.

　　……………………

　　 Three days later, on the northern prairie.

An orc wolf cavalry rides a snow-white wolf on the grassland. He is fully armed and well-equipped. He wears a traditional orc horn helmet on his head. He wears high-quality leather armor made of yak cowhide. The belt is hung on both sides of his waist. With a leather whip and a machete, and a bow and arrow and a quiver on his back, the lone wolf-like sharp eyes scanned the knee-length lush grass, and the whole body exuded a breath of heroism.

　　Yamo White Wolf, this is his name, a junior fighter who has just passed the wolf cavalry test.

Thanks to the open policy implemented by the Red Dragon, the native clan of the steppe can also pass the trial of the wolf cavalry and join the wolf cavalry team led by the stone hammer orcs. Yamo White Wolf is the beneficiary of this policy and became the beneficiary of this policy. An official citizen of the Kingdom of Fusai.

　　His biggest dream is to pull the entire White Wolf tribe into the Kingdom of Fusai, lest the tribe is precarious on the grassland. It is difficult to realize this dream and requires a lot of military service.

　　 Therefore, he was very active in this cult tracking operation, and he always fought on the front line.

　　 This time, the task he received was to investigate a suspicious indigenous orc tribe, which was called the Sawblade Tribe.

According to intelligence, the Sawblade Tribe was originally a medium-sized orc tribe with a population of 700 or 800 at its peak. However, this tribe is not far from the Triangle Plain. The prosperity of the Triangle Plain has a huge siphon effect on the natives of the steppes. The young people in the tribe People left one after another, and the Sawblade Tribe quickly declined. Now there are only one or two hundred people left.

　　 Far away, Yamo White Wolf saw the tent on the distant grassland and realized that he was about to approach his destination. He pinched the wolf's belly and signaled the wolf under his crotch to slow down.

　　 The wolf that had been fed since childhood understood the master's meaning, slowed down and trot forward, the orc knight stared at the calm sawblade tribe.

　　 It was around ten in the morning, and the sun was shining. It was a good time for herders to graze cattle and sheep. However, the Sawblade Tribe was silent. Not to mention the orcs, not even the cattle and sheep were seen.

　　 Something happened to this tribe.

　　 Yamo Bailang narrowed his eyes, his face became serious, and his spirits arose.

　　 Gradually, he smelled the stink that came with the wind. This is the smell of corpses that decayed in the air after the dead body was not properly buried.

　　The distance is getting closer and closer, the smell becomes more and more obvious, and the speed of the wolf cavalry is getting slower and slower. Inferring from the richness of the smell of corpses, he judges that there may be no living people in the Sawblade Tribe.

　　 It didn't take long before he came to the sawblade tribe and saw the orc corpses scattered between the tents, as well as the corpses of cattle and sheep.

　　 It's not just that there are no living people, there are even no living things.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　Although he was brave enough to join the war, Yamo White Wolf was not reckless. On the contrary, he was very cautious and would never take risks easily when he was uncertain, and this time was no exception.

He did not enter the tribe directly to check the situation, but kept a safe distance of 20 meters, riding a wolf slowly around the sawblade tribe, observing the situation inside the tribe from all angles, and seeing scattered corpses and contaminated tents. Black blood stains.

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　　 These people have been dead for at least two days.

　　 He is not sure whether the murderer has left, nor whether he has left behind in the tribe, leaving out of control flesh and blood puppets to calculate the hunters, this kind of situation has not happened before.

　　 "Snowball, scream."

　　 Under the crotch, the wolf knows and makes two wolf howls on his back.

　　 Flesh and flesh puppets have no wisdom. If they are not controlled by cultists, they will act upon hearing the sound, so voicing is an effective way to determine if there are flesh and blood puppets in ambush.

　　 However, the Sawblade Tribe still did not move.

Yamo White Wolf was relieved. The cultists were also human. He was looking forward to not being able to stand in such a foul environment. In addition, he found no signs of new activities. After a comprehensive evaluation, he decided to enter the tribe and look for those who were slaughtered in the tribe. clue.

　　 After all, there is no difference in the amount of military merit between going back to the affair like this, and figuring out the cause of the massacre before going back to the affair.

　　 He got off the wolf and walked cautiously to the gate of the tribe with the wolf, walked to the nearest corpse, and looked down.

　　 This large orc corpse fell to the ground with its back facing the gate of the tribe. There was a bowl-sized wound on its back. The wound exposed thick bones, and the corpse rotted and gave off an unpleasant smell.

　　 died of magic shot from behind, the enemy attacked from inside the tribe.

　　Yamo White Wolf made a judgment in his heart, and turned the body over again, and he found that the strong orc also had wounds on the front.

　　 once resisted, but there was no hope of victory. He had no choice but to escape. Unfortunately, he still couldn't escape.

　　 glanced at the strong arm of the corpse again. He judged that the corpse was not weak in his life and his status in the tribe was not low.

　　According to the training results of the wolf cavalry, Yamo White Wolf excavated the information conveyed by the corpse to the maximum, and then raised his head to look at a quiet orc tribe, where the corpses were scattered all over the place, there were orcs, cattle and sheep, and several wolves.

　　 He judged the location of the disaster from the corpse of the orc, and finally determined the tents in the center of the tribe. The source of the disaster is the most hopeful place to find out the cause.

　　 no longer hesitated, he led the wolf to the target tent, paying attention to the surroundings all the way to avoid the enemy suddenly popping out of the tent.

　　 Nothing happened all the way, but what he didn't notice was that at the gate of the tribe, the corpse of the strong orc who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes. In the hollow eyeballs, unknown ice blue energy filled the eyes.

　　 The corpse sat up straight from the ground mechanically, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com slowly turned his head to look in the direction the wolf cavalry was walking. At this time, the wolf cavalry entered a target tent, and the only thing left was that the curtain swayed.

Entering the tent, Yamo White Wolf noticed the skinny orc corpse in the corner. Judging from the corpse's appearance, the skinny orc was a shaman of the Sawblade Tribe. He tightly squeezed the sheep skull staff with his face. It was full of anger and disbelief.

"In the end what happened?"

　　 Yamo Bailang pointed his eyes and saw that there was a book on the waist of the old shaman, not a magic book, but an ordinary notebook imported from the south.

Since the rise of Modo Peak Forest, the Red Dragon forces have maintained the law and order of the commercial roads, and the business cost of Yangfan Port to the middle of the prairie has dropped again and again. Coupled with the competition of the Dulong Pass controlled by the Dana Kingdom and the Odyssey Kingdom, commodity prices It also fell, so that the natives of the grasslands can also buy low-priced goods.

　　 Of course, the low price is just relative to the past, the business activities in the middle of the prairie are still huge profits.

　　 When~.

　　 took the notebook in his hand, Yamo White Wolf was about to open it, and suddenly heard the sound of stepping on iron from outside, and he was startled with the wolves and hurried to the tent door.

　　 suddenly opened the tent curtain, his hair on his back stood up, his scalp was numb.

　　 I don't know when, the corpse of the strong orc at the gate of the tribe walked to the center of the tribe. At this time, he was dragging his feet and moving slowly, and his empty, silent blue eyes were watching him.

　　 Not only that, but other corpses in the tribe also began to recover, with their palms on the ground groping randomly, and the rapidly recovering corpses struggled to sit up.

　　 Without exception, these corpses that are beginning to decompose have terrible blue eyes.