The ogre's army retreated.

After seven or eight days of fierce fighting, the ogres were unable to capture the beastman village that the players were guarding.

Of course, the players didn't deal a devastating blow to the ogre, in fact, from the moment the ogre noticed something was wrong, and began to minimize casualties, after storming a section of the wall that had been blown down by the players before, except for the bladder bomb that could cause effective damage, only the player's large army could cause damage to the ogre.

As for the seven or eight days, although the players are like ants eating elephants, they are persistently gnawing at the large army of ogres, but the damage in such a short period of time is also limited.

Until one day, the large army of those ogres began to retreat.

He didn't know what was going on, but he saw that the ogres suddenly retreated like a tide after a wave of attacks, and not long after, a large group of beetles, hell horses, bipeds and other strange mounts, with a large group of goblin beastmen, some vampires, werewolves, etc., came to the beastman's village.

Dressed in shiny Winterfell armor and spears, these men were well-trained in phalanx.

One by one, the phalanx came under the leadership of a werewolf general, and on the edge of the phalanx, there was a group of goblin beastman reporters, who were holding a magic energy recorder and shooting frantically.

Then I saw the werewolf general and a group of beastmen, werewolves, and goblin generals coming over, and one of the goblins stood up, facing the not very high city wall, and shouted:

"Listen, you've been ...... by us."

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was slapped to the side by the leading beastman.

"What nonsense?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made a mistake." The goblin hastened to explain, but the reporters on the side were already working hard.

"Warriors on the city walls, thank you for your outstanding contribution to protecting the territory of the Merchant Alliance, we are here to support you."

A group of people below waited for the players' response, and the players on the city walls were also waiting.

What are you waiting for? Wait for the plot!

The ogre army retreated suddenly, and so many troops and reporters from Winterfell were just to shout under our walls? What about the plot below? What about the remuneration?

On the city wall, a player shouted:

"Are you from Winterfell? Do you have any assignments for us? And we have been guarding the city for almost seven days. ”

"yes, yes, no reward?"

"Winterfell is very generous, and they gave a lot of rewards last time, you must be fake!"

The players shouted in a big voice, but they didn't mean to open the gates.

At this time, the well-dressed city lord Andrew, who came to the forefront, shouted:

"Excuse me, is your Sherlock Lord here? I am Lord Andrew's of Winterfell, we have driven out the Ogre army, and now that you are safe, please tell your lords, that the troops of Winterfell are defending the territory belonging to our Merchant Alliance. ”

After he finished shouting, there was another chatter on the city wall, but no one came down to help open the gates.

Andrew frowned, he had a bad premonition in his heart, his plan was completely disrupted, the inheritance of the Great Demon of the World Destroying Continent had fallen into the hands of that Sherlock for so long, Andrew didn't believe that Sherlock didn't make any discoveries, the key was that he didn't know to what extent he had found it, whether those ogres had betrayed the information here, and so on.

But in any case, it must be right to take back the inheritance of the Great Demon of World Destruction as quickly as possible and control it, as for how to dig out the legacy of the Great Demon of World Destruction from under the noses of these fart people in Winterfell and reporters, and then take it out, he already has a complete three-step plan in Andrew's mind.

The problem is that you have to step over the walls before you can do it.

Although he had noticed that a section of the city wall had been breached and collapsed, it was not impossible for him to storm it, but with so many reporters present, he would have no way to explain if he suddenly launched an attack on the dungeon of the Eternal Realm, which was helping to defend the territory.

You still have to outwit it.

"Do you have any requirements?" Andrew asked kindly:

"You are the great heroes of the Merchant Alliance, no matter what kind of request, we will agree to you."

The walls shouted:

"You said, make a note!"

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Andrew was furious.

Received thousands of requests for prestige rewards for various magic stones, weapons and equipment, and even a request for a Winterfell store.

In the end, there was no way, Andrew unified.

Each warrior who participates in the dungeon of the Eternal Realm can receive 100 magic stones, as well as two sets of high-quality equipment.

Magic stones can be given on the spot, but the equipment can't, so you have to go back to Winterfell and give them again.

The player's representative said on the spot:

No, no, it can't be.

Equipment? It's all excuses! Aren't the weapons and armor that you wear on so many people ready-made?

What the? How do you want our noble Winterfell army to take off their armor and weapons and hand them over to you?

When did we, the Winterfell garrison, suffer such an insult?

Andrew ordered on the spot:

"The whole army is ready to take off."

After completing the handover of the magic stone and equipment, in front of Andrew, the city gate finally slowly opened.

Andrew clenched his fists, and behind him was a group of reporters frantically filming and recording the sound of writing.

When these reporters are gone, I'll kill you all!

Andrew hated to think of it, and now the first goal is to take over the heritage site, and then start digging to find the legacy of the Great Demon of the World Destroyer no matter what!

Soon, Andrew began to take over, but when he walked to the pit of the excavation site, he was stunned:

Wait, the last time I came, did those ogres dig a pit so big, so deep, so regular?

Andrew turned his head and looked at the smiling faces of the little greens, and his heart chuckled.

These little greenskins, did they dig something?

If it is dug up, what about the thing?

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Among the black fellow Daoists, quietly, there were only three beetle beasts, driven by the beastmen, dragging a huge stone and an inexplicable metal box, walking in the passage, making a sound.

Sherlock walked at the head of the line, with the Beastman Apple standing beside him, and asked:

"Lost?"