South, Vendôme.

This is already the realm of the undead, with rows of gargoyles and undead griffins flying in the sky, the ground crowded with skeletons, and often mid-to-high-level undead in armor walking around.

This is true inside the city, and it is the same outside the city, and the numbers are dense and almost endless.

The sky is forever covered with dark clouds, and even though thousands of golden lights fall from the distant sea, the sky of Vendôme is forever gray.

"Ga~" A piercing scream like an owl sounded, and a gargoylum flew from the north to the great castle of Vendôme, and when it was near, it flew towards the vaulted balcony of a room, and finally stopped on the balcony.

"Ga~" There was another scream, and a white and clean skeleton in the room pushed open the crystal door and walked out, skillfully taking out a scroll from the bamboo tube tied to the gargoyle's arm, and then walked into the room again.

This room is a study, in fact the study of the previous lord, clean and spacious, except for the darker, exactly the same as in the past, its current owner is the lich Dysentas.

He was sitting behind his desk working on official documents, which were messages from various undead generals from all over the world, and he had to sort them out one by one and then reply to new instructions.

As the commander of the army of the undead, Disentas is very, very busy.

The white skeleton put this new text on the desk, and Disentas glanced at it, ≈and was going to deal with it step by step, but suddenly saw that the text was stamped with an urgent stamp, so he put down the other texts first, took the text, opened it, and looked at it.

The text is very short: "The northern fleet went south, and there were three ironclad warships. Hundreds of merchant ships. Stealthy. ”

Disentas's brow furrowed. What does it mean that a large fleet of hundreds of merchant ships is heading south?

If the fleet was all ironclad warships, Disentas would not have thought about it, and immediately ordered all the undead to retreat from Vendôme on the coast, but if it was a merchant ship, it would be either to transport goods or people. Shipments are unlikely, the south is already a territory of the undead. Where can I ship the goods?

What if it's transporting people? The survivors in the south have all been rescued, and those who have not gone have become undead, so what luck is there?

Between the lightning and flint, Disentas suddenly moved in his heart: "No, there is still the last group, and there are still sixty or seventy thousand orcs hiding in the Hengduan Mountain Range!" ”

He followed this train of thought all the way, and couldn't help but sneer: "Okay, the orc king is a hero, and he actually asked the north for help." I don't know who in the north is so generous, and he actually sent a ship. ”

A fleet of more than a hundred merchant ships. This is also a rare large-scale gesture in the mainland, and ordinary lords don't have this ability at all. Even the Grand Duke of Lehman did not have it, not because the Grand Duke was not strong, but because the Grand Duke's Fire Lion City was inland, he did not attach importance to the navy.

The six ironclad battleships given to him by the Primo family were all placed in the big river outside the city of Fire Lion City to watch and play, and he never let them enter the sea.

And the strength of the major families on the northern coast is very clear to Disentas, and none of them have this kind of strength, unless ...... Unless it's the Primmore family, who have just settled on Fix Island.

Although the Primeur family fled to the north, before escaping, they looted the wealth of the entire city, plus he was originally a family that started out in business, and attached great importance to shipping, if anyone had the ability to organize such a fleet, it was the Primmore family.

Thinking of this, Disentas put Wen Jiàn down and pondered how to intercept the fleet.

Battleship? Unrealistic, he didn't have a ship at all, and he couldn't leave the port if he had a ship, because most of the undead were not bright, and there were too few qualified sailors, and Discentas tried several times, but each time he failed, either he couldn't sail out of the harbor or got lost at sea, and even worse, he disappeared and couldn't come back if he drove it.

After a few blows, Disentas abandoned his plans to form a Navy of the Undead.

In this way, the undead griffin and gargoyles can only intercept it, thinking of this, Disentas looked up at the white skeleton and said, "You go and call Gnoflin." ”

Gnoflin, the undead apothecary, was a famous alchemist during his lifetime, and when he was dying, he transformed himself into an immortal lich, and when the army of the undead was formed, Disentas recruited him to become the first apothecary of the legion.

After a while, Gnoflin in the cyan alchemist's robe walked over, and like Discentas, his body under the robe was a skeleton.

"My lord, what are you looking for me?" He asked, his voice echoing the usual leaky sounds of skeleton undead.

"There's a large fleet heading south, presumably trying to transport the orcs from the south to the north. I'm going to wait for them to pass the coast of Vendôme, and then send our flying units to intercept them. To deal with wooden ships, of course, fire attack is the best. I would like to ask, how many oil drums do we have? ”

The oil drum, which was made by Gnoflin, was specially made in it, and it burned very violently, and the flame was blue, and the water poured on it, but it burned even more vigorously, and a living person threw it in, and in a few seconds it was silent. In just twenty seconds, a living person will be burned to ashes, which is very terrifying.

When the time comes, it will be exciting to ask the gargoyle to throw this violent-burning oil barrel onto the opponent's ship and set it on fire. 、

But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is a bit cruel.

"I beg your pardon, it's not much, only twenty barrels." Gnoflin's voice was full of helplessness.

"In a month, you got so much?" Disentas frowned, he had intended to use this oil barrel against Davik Fortress.

Now that the production efficiency is so low, he is a little hesitant in his heart, if it is used to intercept the fleet, then the share of the fortress will be less, which is obviously very uneconomical, because the attack on the fortress is the most fundamental matter.

Gnofrin explained: "My lord, those low-level undead are too stupid, you know, alchemy is a delicate job, especially the refining is still very dangerous fire oil, if you are not careful, it will explode, I can't risk using the undead, only those living people." But there aren't many people living in our city, and they don't have any alchemy foundation......"

"Okay, I got it. I will send a message to collect more living people to send to you. Anyway, by the time we attack the fortress, I'll have to see 200 barrels of oil! ”

"As long as there are enough people, it should be fine." Gnoflin nodded, and then said, "You don't have to use fire for the fleet, my lord, I have a solution." ”

"You say."

"You see, our undead don't need to breathe, we can stay underwater all the time, it's better to prepare now, let the team of undead dive to the bottom of the sea, wait at the bottom of the sea, wait for the other party to ......"

Before Gnoflin could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Disentas: "Gnoflin, you don't know the ocean. The vicinity of Vendôme is full of deep water, and within a hundred kilometers of the exit, the water is bottomless, and there is a huge pressure under the water, enough to crush bones, this solution will not work. ”

Such a simple way, he had thought about it a long time ago, and he used this layman to remind him.

"Oh, forgive me for being ignorant." Gnoflin spread his hands.

"Then stand down. By the way, bring all the twenty barrels of oil, and I'll at least teach that fleet a lesson! ”

"Yes, sir."

After Gnoflin retreated, Disentas looked at the text on the table again, pondered for a long time, first wrote a copy of the text, and handed it to the white skeleton: "Let the gargoyle be sent to Marshal Arnoldsen in the south." ”

Isn't it just an orc, I can't stop you at sea, but on land, I have countless soldiers, find your landing site, just in time to catch them all!

After writing the text, Disentas stood up, walked out of the study, and walked towards the martial arts training ground outside the castle.

The martial arts training ground was very empty, and there was only one person, and that was the Sword Saint Moro Vogen. He had an accident in the north this time, and lost his sword, so he changed to a new sword, and he has been staying in the martial arts training ground these days, day and night, familiar with the new weapon.

For this defeat of Morovogen, Disentas was very, very disappointed and extremely unhappy, but despite this, he could only endure it and did not dare to scold this person. Because in the eyes of the master Ertus, the status of the other party is the same as him, or even higher.

Morovogen also saw Disentas, and he did not stop moving, but only slowed down slightly, and asked, "What can I do to get the Generalissimo of the Undead to find me personally?" ”

"The North has organized a fleet to go south to rescue the orcs." Disentas said briefly, he couldn't get used to Morovogan, and he knew that the other party didn't like him either, so he didn't bother to say a word.

Morovogen was silent for a moment, then praised: "Good spirit." ”

Terrans and orcs are great enemies, and now they can give up such a huge prejudice and work together to deal with the undead, and they don't know who is driving this plan. No matter who it is, this kind of mind and vision is very rare.

Actually praising his opponent, Disentas became more and more unhappy in his heart, and said lightly: "I think there must be strong people in the fleet involved, so I want to ask you to go to the south, and after Marshal Arnold finds the landing point of the fleet, you will go and do a favor?" ”

"Oh." Morovogen nodded: "Don't worry, I'll go." ”

"Thank you." Disentas refused to stay here for a moment, turned around and left, but in the end he couldn't hold back: "This time, I don't want to see failure. ”

Morovogen ignored him, and he didn't have any good feelings for this gloomy ** division, this kind of traitor, in the past, he would kill him with a sword as long as he saw it. But now that he has become a traitor, he has lost this confidence.

After practicing for a while, Morovogen stopped and began to think about this mission: "Go south to rescue the orcs, who can do this?" ”

Thinking about it, Morovogan didn't have any clue, and he still had too little information: "No matter who it is, when I see it, I will give you a decent death." (To be continued......)