On an island fifty nautical miles from the mainland, Blake, who had just risen from the bath, took the bathrobe from the witch slave's hand and put it on his body, came to the table and picked up the poured red wine, took a sip, coughed quickly, spit it out, and then took a big sip of the red wine, letting it slide down his throat.

Sighing comfortably, Blake summoned the other two witch slaves, who had a shelf on their bodies for a person to stand on, with good shock protection and handrails.

Blake stood on the shelf, holding on to the handrail, and patting the lich carrying the shelf. Two witch slaves who had been trained to lose their minds carried the shelves and left the bathroom.

A phosphor lamp hung in front of the shelf, flickering to illuminate the road ahead.

"It's so bright. Blake couldn't help but admire the glow of the phosphosphor lamp.

In the past, there was no such convenient and easy-to-use lighting tool, and Blake had to hold a torch every time he made his rounds, which lasted for a short time, the brightness was low, and the smoke was billowing and the heat wave was pressing, so he had to be very careful at all times, for fear of igniting the goods.

"It's cheap and easy to use, I heard that it was invented by the steel bone collar, are those dead people so smart?" Blake said, pouting with a sneering expression.

He managed thousands of dead slaves here, and these dead men were like ants under him, stupid and stupid, and it was hard for him to believe that the dead men of the Steel Bone Collar could invent anything useful.

The two lichs quickly carried him into a large space, which was a space built in a cave in the middle of the mountain, very well ventilated, very dry, the ground was covered with moisture-proof materials, and a phosphorus lamp was hung on the top dozens of meters apart.

However, these phosphor lamps are mainly for Blake's use, and the workers who work here do not need the lamps. I saw that under the phosphor lamp there were looms one after another, and in front of each loom there was a lich, and there were seven or eight hundred lichs in seven or eight hundred looms.

These lichs are all locked in front of the loom and can only move within the loom range.

Blake removed a whip from the wall, the Soul Splitting Whip, a vicious torture device for the undead, this whip was whipped on the body of the undead, without causing any damage to the body, but it could whip the soul to death.

Blake stood on the shelf, carried by two lichs, and when he saw a slack or inattentive lich, he whipped him down until he howled.

After making his rounds, Blake returned to the workshop in the separate compartment, which was divided in half by an iron bar, one half was a table for materials, and the other half was an iron prison, which at the moment held two slaves.

These two slaves are not undead, but a pair of elven mother and daughter, one mature and sexy, the other innocent and cute.

Blake* smiled wickedly at the elf mother and daughter*, and finally managed to resist the urge and deal with the papers on the table. He had to register the daily output and material consumption, and arrange the next work plan to keep the factory running uninterrupted, so that the energy could continue to produce benefits, and every day of shutdown would lose money.

A textile factory that uses all undead slave labor has low operating costs, but the production benefits are huge, equivalent to an automated factory, but it does not even use electricity.

To operate such a factory, the management is naturally willing to invest in security, because it is all small money, as long as Blake is in a good mood, the factory can run at maximum efficiency.

Food, wine and beauty, as long as there is a need, the capital side will try to get it. In this way, in the big city, the elven mother and daughter, who only the middle and high-level nobles are eligible to enjoy, are also sent to the eyes, waiting for Blake's presence at any time.

With a lot of anticipation in his heart, Blake concentrated on his work and tried to complete it as quickly as possible.

However, Blake, who was concentrating on his work, did not notice it at all, and the bright phosphor lamp suddenly dimmed a little.

A loud bang came from outside, it was the sound of the iron door of the cave being violently smashed open, and there were several screams, and the guards guarding outside could not bear it for even a few seconds, and the intruders broke into the factory floor.

Blake ran out and saw a handsome human, followed by a stout man with a piece of iron riveted on his head.

The handsome human turned his head to see Blake, and immediately shouted, "Thunder, hills, Ulla!" and then picked up a short, but heavy, overly dwarven hammer in his hand, and smashed it with ease.

The handsome human moved with too much ease, like throwing a bun, but the heavy dwarven hammer was like a discharged cannonball, and it swirled against Blake with the sound of wind and thunder.

Blake couldn't even dodge, he could only watch the hammer smash over, and the last thought in his heart was: Where is such a tall and handsome dwarf?

The hammer smashed into Blake's body, sending him flying, and even the man with the hammer smashed through the door, smashing into the wall directly opposite the door before stopping. The hammer had embedded his whole body in the wall, and he couldn't die anymore.

The elven mother and daughter didn't know what was happening, but Blake's tragic situation made them both hold their heads and scream.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Clotina ran over with a loud cry, looked left and right, and couldn't see a single enemy, and couldn't help but complain: "Your Majesty, you will have no friends like this, and the blame will be cleared up for you." I'd like to get Kearns two so he can regain his memory. ”

Luo Qiu scratched his head a little embarrassed: "No way, there are too few monsters, I didn't enjoy it anymore." ”

Klotina didn't know what to make an expression of, and complained: "Your Majesty, when you have a good time, there may not be many people left on the land." ”

"Next time, I'll let you do it first. Luo Qiu said angrily. Who would have thought that this would be an unmanned factory, there are not yet twenty managers and guards, and if you look at it again, there are at least seven or eight hundred lichs in the workshop.

Luo Qiu was so angry in his heart, he was tired and tired before, and he copied a slave chamber of commerce, and only rescued fifty or sixty people, and there were seven or eight hundred lichs enslaved here, which was simply outrageous.

Even in the human world, there are a lot of undead creatures, and from the experience summarized by Melissa and Qiao Wei, the key to the reincarnation of the lich is still on their own, and those who are unwilling before death, or who are strong-willed, have the opportunity to reincarnate into a lich under the urging of sufficient undead breath.

With so many people dying in the human world every year, there must be a lot of undead creatures born, but because of rumors and smears, most of the undead creatures have become slaves, and this slave factory in front of them is likely to be just the tip of the iceberg.

If all the undead slaves in the whole continent are freed, how many intelligent undead creatures will there be under his command? Thinking of this, Luo Qiu became excited and shouted: "Let's go, take all the lichs away, don't use magic, we are dwarves now." ”

Soon, Clotina, who was cleaning up the battlefield, found the elf mother and daughter locked up in the workshop: "Your Majesty, there is a pair of elves locked up here, it seems that they are also slaves, and they are locked up." ”