"Refill your equipment!" The lieutenant replied casually.

"What do you need to add?" Arton asked, sitting on the wooden box across from Huffman.

"This ......," the lieutenant glanced back at the tattered armor of the soldiers, "all!" ”

"What? What did you say? Alton asked in surprise as if he had misheard something.

"I say, old man, it's all," said the lieutenant slowly, word by word, in an emphatic tone, "all men, one set for each person, all the equipment—weapons, armor, arrows, all of them!" ”

"Wow! According to what you said, that's not called supplementation, it should be called dress-up! Alton was so frightened that he almost jumped up from the box, his eyes widened, and he felt the need to take a closer look to see if this old fellow had been broken out of his brain in today's battle.

But after a few seconds, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God, what happened to you?"

The old guy in front of him and his men's torn armor, broken weapons, and empty quivers were all telling about what they had been through, about their bravery and strength, and Alton's expression became serious.

"Look here, this is an undead scourge smashed with a blacksmith's hammer!" Huffman said as he ostentatiously pointed to a visible indentation in his armor.

"It's an undead archer shot!" He patted his left chest, where there was a hole the thickness of a tail finger, just an inch from his heart. If it weren't for the timely treatment of the Minotaur shaman at that time, he probably would have been doomed directly.

"Here's a cleaver!" He pointed to a long scar on his face, which was still clearly visible despite the treatment, and the color of the newly healed flesh was very different from the skin next to it.

"And my sword," the lieutenant finally raised his broadsword, a hole the size of a date bursting through it, "I slashed at the neck of a Scourge soldier, but he had a thick iron ring around his neck!" You say, who would wear such a thing before they were born? ”

"Probably a prisoner." Arton replied in a trance, he had personally experienced the Second Orc War, and there were many more brutal battles than this, but the excitement and pride revealed in the lieutenant's show-off was something he had never seen before, and he didn't know what brought about such a change to Huffman.

"I guess," Hefman nodded, glancing at the thoughtful Alton and suddenly changing to a somewhat frightened tone, "but you'll have to be glad I didn't meet the Abomination today, or you might never see me again." ”

"Okay, I believe it, your gear does need to be reloaded," Arton finally nodded, looking at Huffman with some sadness, "I hope the next time I see you, you're still dumbfounded, there are not a few of these old fellows left, and one less to die!" ”

"Great, I knew you were going to help with this!" The lieutenant shouted excitedly, lowering his voice, he turned his head and shouted at the soldiers, "Hey, little bunnies, what are you waiting for?" ”

The soldiers let out a shout of joy and threw themselves at the mountain of equipment, like a hungry and thirsty traveler in the desert who finally saw the oasis, rummaging and picking through the stacks.

"Be careful, don't throw away the equipment you change, put it all over here," Arton shouted, who was almost crushed, "Hey, that guy, you infantryman, what are you doing with a staff, it's for the priests!" ”

But he was quickly pulled aside by the lieutenant.

"If there's anything good, take it out!" Huffman said with a wink.

"What do you say? Everything is here. Arton pointed to the nearby mountain-like equipment and pretended to be.

"Hey, old man, stop pretending, you know what I want!" The lieutenant pulled out a small purple bottle from his bag and stuffed it to Arton. It was a vial of necromantic essence, the trophy he touched from an undead officer after today's battle, this is a very precious material, only some powerful undead creatures can generate crystals, but the undead or the forsaken will definitely not kill their high-ranking members in order to kill chickens and eggs, so it is very rare.

The material is extremely versatile, but only the most discerning craftsmen can skillfully harness the dark energy it contains. It is commonly used by enchanters to attach magical effects such as evil weapons, life steal, and shadow energy, to the Shadow Ring of Pain by jewelers, to the energy source of the gnome deathray emitters by the Gnome Engineers, to the Void Robe by the Tailors, and by the Blacksmiths to quench the Corrosive Sword. However, this item has only been found on the black market for a long time, because the Holy Light Church has always strictly forbidden it to circulate in the market, and it will be confiscated when you see it, so it has increased its rarity.

Arton hurriedly put the bottle in the bag, and then looked around with a sinister eyebrow—the lieutenant's soldiers were so busy looking for their favorite equipment that no one noticed this—he was playing tricks. A glass bottle was found in the box under the thighs and stuffed into Huffman's arms.

"Hey, Fireplace Valley, I know ......," the lieutenant shouted in surprise.

"Shhhh......h Arton hurriedly covered Huffman's mouth and said with a glare.

"That's why he didn't give you a bottle of necromancy!" Huffman said in his heart, the old man belongs to the old man, and the old boy Alton knocked on the bamboo pole, and he was not soft at all.

Huffman was not disgruntled, for he knew that Arton would never hide these precious materials for himself, but would use them where they were needed most—which was the real reason why the High Lord had appointed him quartermaster, a truly selfless and good man.

……

While Huffman and the soldiers were changing their costumes, Diego was arguing with Tirio in the barn. There was no one else in this room except the High Lord and Diego. This is something that Diego has specifically asked for – secrecy is a prerequisite for the success of his proposed plan.

"Are you sure?" Tirio asked incredulously. He didn't know where Diego had learned about the location of Araki, the lich, but from the bottom of his heart, he was reluctant to approve of the plan, because he knew better than anyone else the dangers of it, and it was almost a matter of death. He didn't want to lose one son soon after.

"I'm sure!" Looking at Tirio's worried eyes, Diego laughed, "I'm not trying to kill his lair, but looking for opportunities to snipe on the periphery, you also know how far the death gaze is, if there is no chance, I will withdraw in time." ”

Tirio was convinced by him, and the High Lord walked up to him and held him down on the shoulder.

"Child, I don't want to lose you, promise me that you will do as you say, withdraw if you don't have a chance, and you can't force a raid!" Tirio said solemnly.

"I promise." Diego swore that he said, but in his heart, he was a little disapproving-if you don't have a chance, you can't come back empty-handed.

"So, well, let's talk about how to make your plan come true!" The Grand Lord stared at Diego's face with blazing eyes, as if to discern if he was lying, and it took a moment before he turned his head and returned his gaze to the map on the table.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll have the Ironwall Legion launch a surprise attack to the north to attract the attention of the Scourge Legion." He said, pointing to a dot on the map.

Diego nodded, and snorted, a good idea.

"But before attacking, I will order the dwarven artillery to carry out a fire cover to eliminate the undead in this area as much as possible."

"It's better to arrange a deep strike at the same time to create some chaos among the second-line troops of the Undead Scourge." Diego suggested.

"Yes, the ballistas are already in place, and they will scatter them, and they will have enough range to hit the town hall."

"Aren't we a little too small? I'm worried that a legion of iron walls alone won't attract enough attention. Diego said with a frown. After today's battle, the Lark Legion suffered heavy casualties, and in a short period of time, these recruits may not be able to count on it.

"Then inform the Forsaken in advance and let them attack at the same time."

"Surely they would love it," Diego laughed, looking through the barn window to the west, where there was still a faint rumbling sound, "in fact, I suspect they won't rest tonight, the night is fair to both the Forsaken and the Scourge." ”

"Perhaps only a protracted war can drain the thirst and enthusiasm for revenge in their hearts." Tirio agreed.

Father and son discussed the details of the plan until late at night. Tirio's rich experience certainly helped fill in the gaps in Diego's plans, and some of Diego's whimsical ideas from military tactics in his previous life also brought Tirio deep shock and inspiration. The Great Lord increasingly felt the difference between his two sons - the generous and fair Tylan was good at internal affairs, while Diego was flexible in tactics. Thinking about it makes him look more suitable for leading troops to fight.

He suddenly had a hope that perhaps the Fording family would prosper in his children's generation, as many human nations had once been! Aren't those kingdoms built on the basis of prosperous families?

Diego, who was thinking the map, didn't know what his cheap father was thinking, and if he knew, he would not hesitate to say, "You think too much, I don't have any idea about power!" ”

But fate is always so wonderful, who knows what the future holds?