The east gradually reveals the white belly of the fish, and a new day begins.

In the mountains on the edge of the world, a green-skinned "army" with no formation to speak of is crossing the mountains and mountains on the north side of the Rabid Dog Trail, and the route they are traveling is all deserted wilderness, and they can only open the way in the mountains and wade through the water by themselves.

Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise they would have discovered that there was a group of human cavalry in this green-skinned army, which was obviously composed of orcs and goblins.

The mountain road was rough and overgrown with weeds, but these elite soldiers still skillfully harnessed their crotch mounts and walked at the front of the group, as if they were ...... Lead the way.

That's right, they're showing the greenskins behind them.

Since receiving Rep's message confirming that the "Broken Claw Tribe" is willing to send troops, Matthew, the lord of "Fetanburg", was overjoyed, and immediately sent the elite cavalry of his own personal guard team to find out the specific location of the mysterious valley, and then waited on the side of the road to lead the way for these "allies".

At this time, the troops of the two different races were completely different when marching, and the human cavalry in front was as silent as iron, and the communication between each other basically relied on their eyes and movements, and they rarely spoke, which was a good habit developed after a long period of training.

Compared to their specialty, the large number of greenskins behind them is completely a group of miscellaneous troops, no, not even as bad, more like a group of migrating beasts, messing and commotioning along the way, and there is no sign that they are about to participate in the battle.

At the front of the line, the heroic cavalry commander Fitandila turned his head in disgust again, cast a disdainful glance at the noisy green creatures behind him, and then complained to the light mage beside him:

"Egrem, why don't you let these green mushrooms fight the skeletons on their own, and we'll go back when we get there."

The mage, who was struggling to control the horse, grinned, and his handsome face and neatly combed blonde hair made him look like a noble prince who had come out of a fairy tale.

"If we don't watch it with our own eyes, how can we ensure that they have completely eliminated those undead creatures, these green skins will definitely leave after the fight, and we have to clean up the battlefield, it is best to find the reason for the appearance of the undead creatures, so as to prevent future troubles, this is the purpose of the city lord sent us."

Fitandila nodded, indicating that he understood what he meant, in fact, at first Matthew wanted to come by himself, but she was persuaded by her, and finally she was with the light mage.

Egrim continues:

"When you get to the valley, you make a show first, launch a charge, I will support with spells in the back, and then we will watch the play in the back, and let them fight to the death."

Fitandila frowned, her chivalric education from childhood did not allow her to do such an undignified thing, but reason told her that she had to do so, otherwise she would be joking with the lives of her cavalrymen, and she could not sacrifice them for her own honor.

This is also the reason why she knew the purpose of Matthew sending herself, but she couldn't help but want to go first just now.

"Forget it, these greenskins can't be considered their own partners."

The girl can only comfort herself in this way.

Deep down, she hoped that they would win, otherwise her father would have another headache, and of course, the most perfect situation would be for both sides to lose, so that the two major threats to the territory would be lifted.

……

After walking for another half day, when the sun was three poles, the stone that was sleeping on the bumpy chariot was awakened by the old rotten teeth.

"Boss, the shrimp said that the valley is the one that passes through this forest."

The orc lord rubbed his sleepy eyes, and although it was the hottest time of the year, and the scorching sun above his head was shining with a scorching light, he shivered without warning.

Looking around, he found that he and the green-skinned boys were in an inaccessible deep mountain forest, surrounded by tall and dense trees, and when he looked back, the road was already a mess, obviously carved out by the boys just now.

The human shrimp that had been at the front of the line had stopped, and in front of them was a large withered and sparse forest.

You must know that it is still the height of summer, but the huge trees in front of you are like the top of the green skin, there is no grass, and there is no trace of half a fallen leaf on the ground, only the bare black earth, revealing a strangeness.

There is no way not to blame, at a glance, the other towering peaks in the line of sight are lush and green, but here is lifeless and lonely.

Winds of Death!

Although the stone could not feel the breath of the magic eight winds, with the experience of his previous life, he quickly guessed that the culprit responsible for this strange scene must be because there were too many deaths of one of the eight winds gathered here, no wonder the tomb king chose the place where he was buried.

Sure enough, it's the place.

The stone took a deep breath, twisted his stiff neck a few times, made a crackling sound like fried beans, and then jumped out of the chariot, ignoring the shrimp in front of him, and directly gathered several leaders under his command and arranged them casually.

"Boys, do you see it, step on this wood, go out and be our opponent this time, skeleton shelf, go and get ready.

Well, Smu, you take the orcs to the front, Skarsnik takes the goblins to follow behind, take care of the big guys, and Hawkeye, you lead the cavalry to follow on both sides of the team, move freely, Sgenara breaks off with the spider riders, and by the way, look at those shrimps, oh, and, Kicktooth and the personal guards follow behind my chariot, and the big bear also takes the flag and gets on the car.

Well, that's it, wait for the fight, everyone follows the chariot and looks at the flag! ”

This time, not only did the stone bring a large number of orcs, but also basically all the leaders of his subordinates were brought out, and it was the red hair and red feet who temporarily replaced the big bear to guard the "Thunder Cliff", and I don't know if the two brothers still remember how to fight.

Now that there are too many junior brothers, he can't arrange his tactics carefully, so he simply arranges a leader to take them with him, and then he asks them to follow his chariot, and then he will adapt to the situation when the fight starts.

In the game of his previous life, he was active around the empire, and he had not personally played the copy of "Valley of the Dead Tomb", so he could only rely on some of the strategies he had seen on the forum in his memory to command, anyway, for the current boys, complex tactics are useless.

He remembers that the biggest headache for players in this quest is the seemingly endless sea of skeletons, and only after killing a certain number of skeletons in the valley will the first boss appear.

Some players have counted that if it is a team of 100 people, each person will kill about 100 skeletons on average before the plot will be triggered, attracting bosses, and teams with almost poor strength often run out of ammunition before they even finish killing skeletons.

However, this is not too difficult for the current stone, after all, there are thousands of green-skinned boys under him, and the other party is only the lowest-level cannon fodder under the Tomb King, so he can kill as many as he wants!

The news of a big battle was about to reach the ears of each of the green-skinned boys, and under the leadership of their respective leaders, the boys of different arms set off in turn, entering the rather strange-looking woods with great fanfare, without the slightest intention of hiding their whereabouts, and the human cavalry next to them was full of disdain.

The green-skinned boys don't care so much, they only know one thing, through this wood, this time the battlefield is here!