Sword Island!

Southwest.

In a cave.

"Ding-bell! Ding-bell!"

The sound of metal hitting stones was constantly heard.

In the cave are a dozen slaves in shackles, laboriously mining the black ore.

"Damn! You bastards, do a good job!"

A guy who looked like an overseer, waved the whip in his hand a few times, and watched the beaten people scream in fright, and then he took out a small flask from his bosom and took a sip with satisfaction.

Then he walked out of the cave: "Damn, it's really uncomfortable to stay in this place!"

After the overseer left, the eyes of a slave who had been screaming in fright just now turned cold, like a poisonous snake.

This person was the first to teleport over.

"I'll go, set things up, and let me know as soon as there's any movement. ”

The head snake whispered to the people around him.

"I know, king!"

The people of the snake replied in a low voice.

Then, I saw that the seemingly indestructible shackles on the snake suddenly broke away from his body.

With the dull sound of shackles smashing on the ground, the head snake went to the dark place next to the cat.

Finally, in the blink of an eye, the snake disappeared into that dark corner.

With his departure, the dozen or so people who were also from the Snake Clan, except for three who were still continuing to mine normally, the rest began to fiddle with some things in their hands.

These are all kinds of equipment that Xiao Zhi got his hands on, including monitoring, espionage intelligence, measurement, and some small weapons.

The thing that unshackled the snake just now was one of these pieces of equipment.

The position of the one-way teleportation array, which only knows the approximate coordinates, is random.

Unfortunately, they teleported to a mine, and in order not to attract attention, and to get information, they let the overseers who found them and drove them to the mines.

Mining is nothing more than chore, and for those who have lived underground for generations, it is not chore at all, it is just a daily labor.

They're even using the mines to start their mission of digging out an underground base!

Today is already the third day, and after tonight, there will be a scout force belonging to 100,000 iron horsemen tomorrow, so the task is very tense!

......

The underground snake was very satisfied with the underground base that had begun to take shape.

Because of the presence of ore veins, they quickly took local materials and used them to reinforce the perimeter of the base.

At this moment, although the underground base here cannot be said to be impregnable, it can still be prevented from being investigated by ordinary people!

There are also three original clan slaves who have been identified as dead by the overseers, and they are continuing to expand the base!

After learning the information given to them by the geologists on the Scarlet Continent, coupled with the convenient tools given to them by Ash, their excavation efficiency was very fast.

"Wang, I have figured out the dynamics of these overseers, and luckily, they will hand over a batch of ore this evening, and after the handover is completed, it will be at least three days before the next visit!"

Another clansman came in from the land in the other direction and whispered to the Ground Serpent.

"Good!"

The Ground Snake nodded in satisfaction.

Then he glanced at the small clan leaders who had lurked down from the various mines and said, "After the ore delivery is completed today, we are ready to do it!"

In the end, the smile of the ground snake had completely disappeared, and instead turned into a cold killing intent!

"Understood!"

The small leaders of the clan nodded their heads in understanding.

The mission was completed smoothly, and the overseers could not have imagined that they were not local outcasts, nor were they from a small world, but warriors sent from another island!

And tonight, they're going to show their fangs that they've hidden for three days!

The head snake looked at the state of the clansmen with satisfaction, pressed his hands weakly, and the little leaders scattered one after another.

When the people were gone, the snake turned around and came to a dry house next to it.

There's a lot of messy paper piled up here, and some memory cards are placed here.

These are all kinds of information collected by the clan in the past three days, and both the source and the content are very messy.

Some of them were heard from the mouths of the same slaves, some were heard from the overseers when they were bragging, and some were gathered by small robots that spied on intelligence.

It's messy, but as a land snake who can single-handedly earn a foundation on Hulu Island, and even collect the hard-to-find World Tree seeds, he still finds a lot of information he needs from it.

It was this information that allowed him to determine the general plan for the next step.

And now, he still needs to continue to sort it out, so as to get all kinds of information to facilitate the entry of the next army!

......

Soon after!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

A telecommunications item on the snake rang, "King, the overseer is coming here!"

"Okay, I got it!"

The Snake closed the papers, exited the room, and finally followed the passage back to the cave where he had been.

By the time he put the shackles back on, the already drunken overseer returned.

The overseer looked at the small pile of ore on the ground, and immediately laughed with satisfaction: "Not bad! Not bad! Do a good job, so that you can live!"

After saying that, the overseer shook the wine gourd in his hand that didn't have much wine left, patted his head in annoyance, and turned around and left again!

Apparently I found that there was not enough wine, so I went to pour wine again!

"King, do you want to go down?"

The clansmen looked left and right and whispered to the head snake.

"Forget it, there's no need to take any chances, let's wait until the evening when these stupid pigs have handed over the ore. The Ground Snake shook his head and said.

"Yes!"

The clansman nodded.

The head snake looked at their busy clansmen, smiled, shook the digging tool in his hand, and smashed it hard against the ore vein in front of him.

This time he was no longer pretending to show the overseers, but was actually digging for ore.

Because, he already knew, the ore mined from noon today would not be shipped away this evening, but would be kept until next time.

In other words, from now on, these ores will be used by them!

As for the stupid pigs, let them enjoy their last days.

The task was completed very smoothly, I wonder if after Lord Lu comes, can I ask Lord Lu to give their people another place to live on this island?

There's never too much of it!