The rainy Tasman was still shrouded in mist as before. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When it comes to land area, Tasman is actually not much inferior to the Karen Kingdom. However, because of the natural barrier of the "Gondola Mountains", most of the habitable areas of the Tasman are concentrated in the southeast. According to the classification of the two races of undead and humans, humans as "lambs" are distributed in the fiefdoms of more than ten outer lords, and are collectively called "peripheral pastoral areas".

The true undead live on the eastern side of the country, near the Gondola Mountains, where several large cities were built on the higher terrain, rich in minerals and rivers, and became the heart of the entire kingdom.

The ruling class of the "Lamb" is completely controlled by the undead, so the battle between the lords is naturally under the watchful eye of the undead. The fortresses and fortifications built by the lambs did not mean much to the undead, the "lambs" were always the "lambs", and the undead did not think that the sheep would one day bite the shepherds to death - so the military fortresses of the undead were generally located in a few passes in the Gondola Mountains, guarding against possible enemies.

Of course, the "enemy" can only be the kingdom of Karen, and the kingdom of Karen has no time to send troops to attack Tasman, which has a natural barrier, whether it is hundreds of years ago or now.

To this day, no undead would regard the kingdom of Karen as a threatening enemy. As for the "lambs" in the Tasman, they don't even know the existence of the kingdom of Karen - they are called "sheep" when they are always controlled in the direction they are heading, and for those "lambs" who have an excess of curiosity, the undead deal with it is very simple: just kill it.

"So... If we continue to be obedient, the outcome will be doomed. ”

In the pouring rain, Kurka said to the pale-faced hunters in front of him.

Ever since agreeing to work with the self-proclaimed "Awakened" undead Dasco, Kurka has been instilling in the Orion team the idea of "resistance", and today, these words have finally come to work...

Because the lord Baron Pochi once again raised the tax, and doubled the goal of the already difficult task, and at the same time ordered the hunting team led by Kurka to complete the task within the time limit, otherwise a part of the so-called "fine" will be charged!

Behind every hunter is a family, and behind a hunting party of more than 20 people means a village. If the task is not completed, it means that more than half of the people in the village will go hungry...

Therefore, the Orions decided that they could no longer be slaughtered.

Kurka did not tell the "facts" and discernment of Dasco's story, but selectively talked about similar topics privately with several henchmen. It was a very effective speech - it didn't take long for almost everyone to realize the mystery of the disappearance of the hunting captains over the years, and began to look at Lord Pochi with suspicion.

Now, of course, they are not facing Pochi, but Pochi's butler. The latter was angrily walking out of the manor mansion at this time, and said to Kurka and the others standing in front of the manor: "What do you mean by coming here? Didn't I say it? If you don't complete the task, you will bear the consequences!"

The butler looked to be in his thirties, and his pampered skin was very white, but his face was full of meanness and disdain, obviously in his eyes, these poor hunters had no qualifications to talk to him, so he ignored Kurka, waved his hand and said to the two private guards beside him: "Let these guys get out, what are I yelling at here? Get out of here! It's been a month and you can't catch a single xenomorph, be careful that Baron Pochi will let you all be whipped!"

Fifteen hunters stood silent in the rain, some of them cowering, but they were equally afraid to move because no one was moving. However, the few people standing at the front glared angrily, and even touched the slippery hunting knife with their palms...

And Kurka, as the captain of Orion, didn't shout too much at the moment. He just glanced left and right seemingly casually: the manor where the butler was located was not small, but there were not many private guards guarding it. The perennial class suppression has made these private soldiers have long forgotten what vigilance is, and they can only see five or six people in their field of vision, and it is estimated that this is all that can be fought in the entire manor, and the rest are only maids and servants.

"Steward Wright, I have something to say. ”

Kurka stepped forward, and the private soldier who raised his hand to block him was vigorously pushed away by his seemingly casual push.

"I've already said it, you guys—"

When Steward Wright turned around and wanted to scold, he saw a white light split the rain curtain and swept through his field of vision...

"Poof!"

His head was cut in half on the spot, and before the blood could hit the ground, the unpretentious hunting knife had already folded to the left, knocking down the stunned privateer - and the other private soldier who had just reacted was about to draw his sword, and the other hunters rushing from behind had already knocked him down and slashed his throat with a dagger...

"Kill them! There's no way back!"

Kurka's voice woke up several lucky hunters from a dream, and there was still no room for redemption, because killing the main and accomplice of the noble butler was a capital crime, and from the moment Kurka swung the knife, these hunters and the village behind them were already on the opposite side of these nobles.

"Bold!"

Just as the Kurcas were cutting down the private soldiers who rushed over one after another, a figure wearing a gray robe suddenly appeared in the manor. After seeing the bloody scene in front of him, the other party roared, raised his wand and pointed at Kurka!

This is Chandler, the necromancer in charge of the transformation of the local undead, who is casting spells and quickly thinking about how to report the current "riots" to the above, in his eyes, he is absolutely crushing these ant-like humans.

His skeleton golems had been hiding in the manor, and after waving their hand, the typical "skeleton soldiers" were summoned and charged towards the hunters with their weapons in hand.

The expected slaughter did not occur, because as soon as the bone golems approached the hunters, they were crushed on the spot by several figures that suddenly appeared from all around, and there was even a "bone spear technique" towards Chandler, forcing him to hurriedly hide to the side...

Then he saw one of his arms spin and fly off into the distance.

"You... You guys..."

Chandler fixed his eyes, but he looked in horror at the figures that appeared one after another around him, and finally, his gaze stayed on the guy standing in front of him with a scimitar in his hand: "Dasco... You're with these lowly people..."

The head flew up, and the undead Dasco didn't bother to listen to the other party's nonsense, he just turned around and nodded at his heavily armed companions, and then walked towards Kurka and the others, who were panting from the short battle.

"Now, we're standing together. ”

The hunters clutched their weapons with white fingers, and looked at the more than twenty undead who suddenly appeared in front of them at a loss, completely unaware that the current scene would be remembered by history forever.

The flame of the Tasman revolution was ignited.

While the rulers of the Tasman were still intoxicated with blind confidence, Evtar was under full attack from the orcs.

The orc army was overwhelmed on all fronts, and the daily battle reports could even fill Roddy's desk. It seemed that the border was in jeopardy, but in fact Roddy's mood was very relaxed.

Because he didn't worry at all about what the orcs could do with these fortresses.

Joke... Start preparing years in advance. Armaments, food, grass and soldiers have accumulated for so long, if they can't hold in the face of orcs without siege equipment, then humanity should have perished a long time ago!

A real large-scale war doesn't need any weird tactics, I'm just using resources and defending the walls with dignity, what can you do with me?

And through the feedback of the battle report, Roddy can also see the flaws that are gradually exposed after the deployment of the orc forces: Sauron, as the great chieftain, is obviously unable to command in place, and the scattered tribes have begun to fight on their own, so that the battle line is long and chaotic, but there is no progress.

"There are many ways to win a war, and personnel, baggage, morale, etc. will all be the key factors that affect victory or defeat. Those who seem to be aggressive may not have the last laugh. ”

Roddy smiled and chatted with the Magister Houdini in front of him, as if he didn't have the appearance of hiding the battle situation before.

"War is all about resources, and I agree with that. ”

Houdini nodded, and actually stood in front of the sand table in an epic robe given by Roddy, analyzing the current battlefield situation with Roddy.

The reason for this scene is entirely because after Roddy talked all night, Houdini chose his position very wisely.

In other words, Houdini has now become a "very close strategic partner" for Roddy.

The entire Karen Kingdom could no longer find a second place where the magic level was stronger than Elson City, so in terms of magic resources, Roddy's monopoly directly won him the full support of a magister from the Rasiman Kingdom!

Houdini will use the "Prophecy Spell" to provide Roddy with spell support, and his apprentice will participate in the defensive battles of Ivota Fortress for a certain amount of hire to gain combat experience - at the cost of opening a portion of the laboratory, giving away an epic robe, and a promise to join Houdini in the future.

This is definitely a heavy weight on the scales of war.

"Technology in hand, I have the world", "Magic technology is the primary productive force" and other words are the real feelings in Roddy's heart now. With the support of a prophetic magister, he has successfully expelled the last part of the Tasman Kingdom from the fog and officially led the team.

Of course, this is not a "campaign", but a "sneak mission" planned for about fifteen days.

Thirty knights who had completed the transfer went into battle lightly, one man and two horses. Sixty barbarian soldiers carried compressed dry food processed by the High Elves and a large amount of baggage. Nata, Akasha, and ten High Elf mages followed, and in terms of the average level and level of this team, it was easy for Roddy to face a thousand-strong orc force head-on.

Not to mention that it was not an easy task to learn that Houdini had sided with Mai Lensela - to go deep into Tasman alone, and now that a powerful magician could join, Roddy naturally couldn't ask for it.

And Nete, who is also a magician, obviously didn't have this treatment, and was glared at by Roddy as soon as he wanted to speak.

So on the 4th of May, a team of only about 100 people quietly left Elson City in the early morning and headed for the Gondola Mountains in the north under the protection of the "Silent Enchantment" and "Mimic Enchantment".

At this time, the recruitment process of the undead had just ended. (To be continued.) )