The camp in front of the mine was in complete chaos at this point.

The torches lit around them could not provide any effective illumination, and the nightblind orcs could only see some vague black shadows when they tried to keep their eyes open, and it was completely impossible to catch each other's movements - in this sense, they were in a similar state at the moment, and they were basically being beaten by these monsters.

Godard was not slow in his mind, and he loudly ordered his men to light as many torches as possible, and quickly picked one up in his hand to light it. Unexpectedly, the enemy rushed to those torches in the first place, and quickly spewed out a few pools of liquid from their mouths, extinguishing most of the flames in the blink of an eye.

The orc camp was completely plunged into darkness, and the strong orcs were knocked to the ground one by one as if they were blind, and the screams and the muffled sound of flesh and bone separation were mixed together, making the orcs feel as if they were in hell...

"Gather around!

Godard was completely helpless at the moment, he picked up a long knife with a torch in his hand and hurriedly joined the warband, but the weapon in his hand was extremely weak against the carapace of such an enemy, and later he simply replaced it with a heavy mace, which was able to break the brains of several monsters with the cover of his men - but his attack was a drop in the bucket, and as new enemies continued to pour out of the mines, the number of these guys was probably already over a hundred!

"Damn scum!"

Godard cursed, but when he saw his soldiers slaughtered, his heart was cold: did he have to give an account of all his troops here?

On the other side, the black-robed orc, who had originally commanded the undead attack, had just noticed a movement behind him. He heard the screams of the orcs, but he couldn't see what was happening because it was pitch black in the distance...

He instinctively felt that something was wrong, and immediately commanded a team of 100 undead to follow him towards the camp, and before he could get closer, seven or eight black shadows rushed towards him, instantly setting off a bloody wind!

The zombie was completely like a food delivery in front of this monster, and its long claws waved, and the severed limbs and stumps flew into the sky. The black-robed orc's face changed, and he immediately released the "Nether Light"-

The pale light burst out from the sky, reflecting the tragic situation of the orc camp in his eyes, and when he saw the appearance of those monsters, the black-robed orc, who had always been full of confidence, finally changed his face:

"How is that possible!?"

The sudden agitation of the earth caused the nobles to get up in a panic, but when they found the orc camp in the distance in chaos, they all realized... This is probably not a coincidence.

"Over there... What happened?"

Sally asked the question for everyone, and as the Nether Light bloomed, they saw the chaos of the orc camp, unable to discern what was causing it.

Luo Di's face finally stopped tense at this time, and he exhaled slowly, but said an irrelevant word: "Yesterday, you must have wondered why I stopped you from buying this mine, right?"

"W-has something to do with what's going on now?"

Sally looked into the distance in disbelief. As the second "Nether Light" lit up, the undead who had been piled up behind the ramp began to evacuate in large numbers...

"This mine is not a treasure, it's hell. Roddy nodded, "Because there are at least three tribes of 'Dreadclaw' within the mountain. ”

"Direclaw?!"

"Is there really such a thing?"

The aristocrats exclaimed.

Roddy looked into the distance, his face full of remembrance: "As long as there is a 'Fuser Silver Mine', there will be dreadclawed beasts, and their total number may exceed three thousand. And in the mine below us, it is estimated that there are at least four or five hundred. ”

His words caused the nobles to gasp - most people had only heard of the term "dreadclaw" in the minstrels' tales: creatures that were only occasionally encountered by teams in search of treasure in the depths of the caverns, hiding in the dark crevices of the rocks, waiting only to attack the unprepared innocents...

However, the story of the bard is mostly based on imagination and assumption, and the real "dreadclaw" is far from being able to cope with ordinary teams, they are gregarious, bloodthirsty and warlike, and will fight to the death once they find their prey, the only flaw is that they are afraid of the sun, and only dare to appear after midnight...

However, if they come out in groups, all creatures within the hunting range will have to fend for themselves.

"So... Roddy, you already knew?"

Seeing Roddy nodding, not only Sally, but also those nobles in the back felt chills down their spines - before that, they all thought that Viscount Anru would definitely clean up Sally's obedience, but they knew that this was a pit, but they were just watching everyone jump down!

If this battle doesn't happen, I'm afraid that not only will Viscount An Ru lose all his money, but others will definitely not be spared!

Thinking of the news of the disappearance of more than 300 miners before, the nobles who were a little quicker had a creepy feeling: the price paid for opposing Luo Di was really not something ordinary people could bear, not only Viscount Anru, but now these orcs and undead were also ruthlessly placed by him!

Seeing these people silent, Luo Di was also secretly a little helpless - to put it bluntly, all this was a last resort.

He knew that the "Dreadclaw" was naturally because of the memories before he was reborn. In the trajectory of that time and space, this "Fuser Silver Mine" has had a resounding name from the day it was mined: "Death Silver Mine".

From the player's point of view, the entire Cohen Mountains are dungeon areas for the "Silver Mine of Death", and there are seven or eight dungeons ranging from level 10 to 25 in the caves inside the mountain, and because the dreadclaw will attack everything inside and outside the mine in the wild, only one camp in the entire mountain range is safe...

And that camp is right where Roddy is now.

In 593, the platform had become the only "mission hub" for the dungeon—digging deep trenches, garrisoning guards, and the assistance of the Magician, even if the Dreadclaw had nothing to do with the camp.

"So what do we do now? It's... Are they going to hit here?"

Catherine looked into the distance, and the screams of the orcs drifted in the distance, making her voice tremble a little.

"Yes, but don't worry about that. Luo Di turned his head and immediately ordered: "All the magicians are in position in the front line, if there is a dreadclaw beast approaching, they will continuously release the 'Holy Light Technique', do not attack with other spells, the front row soldiers control their voices, do not shout." ”

Turning around, Luo Di said to his subordinates who had been resting for more than six hours: "Dragoon Regiment, prepare for battle!"

"The time has come for a counteroffensive. ”

"It's a dreadclaw..."

In the chaotic camp, the black-robed orcs recognized the creatures at a glance, and he cursed a few words, but then weighed the pros and cons in his heart: from the perspective of the undead, he didn't really care whether Godard's orcs lived or died, even if they all died here.

But from the strategic point of view of the Tasman, Godard had to live. If he dies here, then all the layout will be wasted.

So he quickly made a decision: mobilize zombies and turn to the support of the orcs.

But as the zombies rushed into the camp, the orc's chaotic situation didn't get any better - the number of dreadclaw beasts had exceeded one hundred and fifty, and there seemed to be more of the same kind in the mines, killing everything that could move in front of them, and the strong orcs couldn't stop them, let alone the fragile zombies...

A single dreadclaw can easily sweep through ten zombies, and the carapace on their bodies is not afraid of biting at all, and the so-called "corpse poison" is even more difficult to act in a short period of time... The zombies are shredded like shreds of paper by the growing number of dreadclawed beasts - the so-called "support" seems to be of no avail.

For the first time, the black-robed orc's gaze showed an angry look, but the emotion was fleeting—the next moment, he drew his bone wand and quickly cast one necromancy after another.

The Nether Light lit up the sky again, but for much longer than before, and the orcs finally escaped their "night blindness" with the light, and quickly moved closer in Godard's direction and fought back. And as the chanting of the incantation sounded, the black-robed orc raised his hand and tore the nearby zombies apart with a spell, using a lot of white bones and limbs to instantly form a "bone wall" more than thirty meters long and four meters high!

Ordinary necromancers couldn't do this at all, but this black-robed orc released it twice in a row: he destroyed the bodies of more than 300 zombies, and in a bloody situation, he simply protected the two sides of the orc troops with bone walls - those dreadclaw beasts tried to break through these bone walls, but their strength was of no help except to break some bone stubble, so they had no choice but to take a detour.

In this way, the pressure on the orcs was greatly reduced, and they finally began to have the spare strength to integrate and counterattack.

However, the undead troops were also greatly injured because of these two spells, and the zombies that had just been replenished became all the "raw materials", and if he wanted to continue to break the siege, the mage had to mobilize more troops that originally surrounded Roddy to support.

He looked back into the distance, and the human troops on the platform ramp were still desperately resisting the onslaught of the zombies, and there was nothing unusual in the slightest.

This is the time to reduce the pressure on the ramp... There should be no problem.

The black-robed orc thought so, and then raised his hand to release a "bone spear technique" at the dreadclaw beast that rushed over, and the opponent's throat was pierced and fell to the ground, and within three seconds, he staggered to his feet, and waved his giant claws at his kind under the effect of "necromancy control"...

With the chanting of the spell of the black-robed orcs, the "necromancy" began to resurrect the dead dreadclaw beasts on the battlefield, and with their addition, the orcs who had suffered heavy losses finally regained their foothold under the cover of the two bone walls.

However, in just half an hour, the orcs suffered nearly three hundred casualties. Now there are only about one hundred and twenty orcs left who have combat power under the protection of the bone wall!

The undead troops are also badly damaged, except for the more than 200 zombies who are still blocking the humans, less than half of the more than 1,000 zombies in the temporary support camp are now left... And it is still being quickly slashed by the rest of the Dreadclaw.

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The title of the chapter pays homage to the "Death Gold Mine" in WOW, and I remember getting off the dungeon with a group of people at an Internet café, walking through the winding mine road, and seeing the big ship that Van Cleef was in.

Thanks to the care of Momiji and Brandy.,It's true that I've been writing a book for a long time.,I don't want to squeeze myself anymore.,Go for a run at night.。 WeChat has added a lot of starting point gods, and it is quite scary to see them occasionally mention their occupational diseases, don't look at many writers who are not yet thirty, but many of them are really in poor health, but they want to exercise and are dragged down by updates and have no time, it is really unspeakable suffering in every industry.