Dia hinterland, the valley of waterfalls.

When the early woodpeckers begin to tap the trunks with their pointed beaks, the captives hobbled out of the fence to begin their busy day.

The valley is surrounded by hard granite, which is the best material for the construction of the castle. The prisoners were tasked with mining three cubic meters of stone for each man, otherwise he would not only be denied food, but would also be beaten mercilessly. As for the women, they had to find a way to gather food to feed everyone's hunger.

Every morning when I wake up, there are many people who can't get up anymore. They may have died of hunger, disease, wounds, or both.

"Jedter, we need to take action! or more will die!" a man whispered behind an old man.

"Yes, but first we have to get in touch with the outside world! Prince Roland, they may have been ready, but how can we get out of the valley?"

"They should be nearby, and if we start rioting, they might be able to come to the rescue right away!"

"We can't fight a battle with certainty! Look at these people, they can't even hold a pickaxe anymore! Once the riot starts, do you think they will still be able to fight? What awaits them will be mercilessly slaughtered!"

A necromancer who was feeding a dog spotted the two who were whispering. He immediately shouted, "Hey, you two! Don't you know the rules? Any conversation will be considered a conspiracy and will be punished!"

"We know the rules, Wizard Master!" said Jade Ter, "The rule is that whispers from more than three people are considered conspiracy, not two!"

"How dare you talk back to me? Well, it seems that you have a lot of energy! Today you must collect six cubic meters of stone, or you will be put in a black cage until your whole body rots!"

The man behind Jade left immediately, leaving Jade to mumble under his breath.

"What are you talking about?" the necromancer immediately noticed.

"Report to your lordship, I didn't say anything!" replied Jade Ter.

"Report to your lord, he said that six cubic meters of stone is enough to bury you many times!" One of the men who passed by Jedt heard his grumbling and immediately bowed down to report.

The necromancer was furious. He pointed to Jade and ordered the Dreadknights to pull him out of the pen at once.

"Master Wizard, I told you about this man, can you give me a little reward?" the informant bowed and said with a flattering face.

"Yes, you've done a good job, and you deserve a reward!" the necromancer threw a piece of dog food into the pens.

All the prisoners looked at the shameless man with disdain.

Driven by the dark knives of the Dreadknight, Jade came to the necromancer.

"You're bold! I have to think about whether to crucify you and expose you to the sun, or to feed these old bones of yours to the dogs...... But do you still have flesh on your bones? Alas, I'll crucify you! So that when everyone sees your corpse, they will know that they should be obedient!"

"You can't do this!" Jade was dragged away by several of the Terror Knights, but he kept struggling, "I ask to see your commander! I'll give him some sound advice, and I'm sure he'll be interested!"

"The Commander is having breakfast, I'm not going to bring you filthy man to him, that would make him lose his appetite!"

The Commander hadn't started breakfast yet, though. He was standing in front of the hillside hut and washing. Unlike other necromancers, his pale skin was spotless, his armor was neat and bright, and he even smelled of lavender.

He clearly saw a scene at the foot of the mountain. He waved his hand, and the guards immediately ran down the hill.

Jade had fallen on the cross. His resistance was insignificant, and the strength in his body, like the muscles in his body, had vanished.

His right hand was held outstretched. The necromancer was holding a large iron nail and was judging the hand: "Do you see the calluses on this hand? This hand holds a sword, but when it is pierced by a large iron nail, it is basically useless!"

Jade had stopped struggling. He looked up at the rising sun and let it blink incessantly.

"Please wait!" the guards rushed to the place of torture in time: "The commander wants to hear what reasonable advice he has!"

The survivors of the catastrophe were taken up the hill by the guards.

The commander had already walked into the hut. There was a large plate of fine food in front of him, and he sniffed it critically, until he was sure that there was no peculiar smell and that all the ingredients were very fresh, and then he sat down and began to pick up his knife and fork.

Jedt was wheeled into the cabin. He looked around and saw seven or eight necromancers dining in the hut, their valuable equipment highlighting their unique status.

He immediately discovered a most special necromancer. So he coughed and sat down at the long table in front of him.

The commander frowned, pushed away the knife and fork, and said, "I heard that you want to talk to me, so let's talk! If what you say doesn't interest me, you should know what will happen to you!"

"Your dining room is nicely furnished, and it seems to take me back to the age of civilization!" said Jedette, looking around.

The commander clasped his hands to his chest and waited for him to continue.

But Jedette didn't say any more, just sighed softly.

"Say, I'm listening!"

"I don't talk about anything until I have breakfast!" Jade also clasped his hands to his chest, and looked at the commander without blinking.

As soon as the commander raised his hand, the plate full of food immediately slid from the long table to Jedt's face.

But Jade still didn't pick up the knife and fork.

"You've got what you need, are you expecting anything?"

"Such a beautiful food, without a glass of rum, is really a little less interesting!"

"I beg your pardon, I don't usually drink alcohol for breakfast. But I can meet your requests!" the commander waved his hand, and a large glass of rum was immediately placed in front of Jedt.

Jade finally started to move his knife and fork. His movements are unhurried and appear very cultured.

The commander did not interrupt his meal. Interrupting someone from a meal is one of the most rude behaviors.

The necromancers in the cabin had stopped eating. Everyone looked at this man who was not afraid of death with interest.

He finally finished his meal and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Since this is my last breakfast, I can say whatever I want!"

"Yes, after you finish speaking, I will kill you with my own hands!" the commander said coldly.

"Your Excellency, you have such a hearty breakfast here, but do you know what the people in the fence eat? They eat bark, leaves, and roots of plants, and even rats and geckos compete for them!"

"I'm not obligated to make them eat better!"

"But if you don't have the strength, how can you still work? There are fewer and fewer people who can do things now!"

"Do you think I'd like to stay in this damn place?" said the commander angrily, "The place I want to go to is the battlefield! I want to take the city, not defend you damned prisoners! When you're all dead, maybe I'll be back on the battlefield!"

"Yes, I was a veteran, and I fought in many wars! If you kill them all, who else will do all sorts of hard labor for you? As far as I know, your undead warriors can't do anything but kill!"

"Just say it, what do you want?"

"Give me some men, and we will go out of the valley to gather food and build all kinds of workshops in the valley. Our people will be self-sufficient, and if they have the strength to do more work. As for you, you will be rewarded even more!I dare say you will be treated with dignity commensurate with your aristocratic status!"

"How can I be sure that those people of yours won't take the opportunity to escape?"

"They won't run away because I will choose a helper who has relatives who are still in the valley. If we run away with one, you can kill ten, or even a hundred, for revenge!"

The commander, still clasping his hands to his chest, did not reply.

"Well, I'm done! If you want to kill me, come! But as a veteran, I beg you to give me the honor of a warrior, and let me die like a warrior!"

The commander stood up, straightened his clothes, and then walked over to Jedette's side and stretched out his arm towards him: "You are a true warrior, and you have earned my respect! But remember, you must manage your people well, or I will punish those who do not obey the restraints!"

"Then it's settled!" said Jade as he grabbed the commander's arm.

Seeing Jedette's safe return, the people in the quarry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everybody's worried about you!" people gradually gathered around him.

"I've got the rights we want!" said Jedette, looking at his companions, "What about that shameless whistleblower?"

"He's been stoned to death by us!"

"That's good! Everyone should pay attention to screening, and we must not let people who are not determined know about our plan!"

"Rest assured, from now on, no one who is untrustworthy will be able to approach you!"

"Let's plan right away which people will come out of the valley with me today!"

In a log cabin on the hillside, the commander was humming a ditty.

"Do you really trust him?"

"Do you think I'm going to be so stupid, arrange for a few competent men to keep an eye on him, and pick out some informers from among the prisoners, until they discover his schemes, and then wipe out all those who have bad intentions!"

"Your Excellency, your father is waiting for you outside the valley!" a necromancer hurried to report.

"Isn't he going to come in and rest?" said the commander, hurrying toward the valley.

"He said the matter is urgent, say a few words to you and leave immediately!"

"Alright then!"

Taniguchi waited for two men dressed in black, the Netherworld War Horse under his crotch panting heavily. Seeing the commander coming, the tall black figure took off his cloak.

This man is none other than the mighty vampire king Drokul!

"Father, why are you here?" the commander saluted.

"I happened to pass by your defense zone and came over to have a look!" Drokul nodded, "Degal, I also want to introduce you to someone!"

"Is that her?" Degar looked sideways at the slightly shorter man. Just look at the curves on her body to understand that this must be a woman.

"She's my youngest apprentice, Jasmine the Banshee of the Night!" Drokol turned his head to Jasmine and said, "You can follow my son in the future, this is a secret place, just what you wanted." ”

"Yes!" Jasmine whispered, her voice as small as a mosquito's humming.

"But she's not the person I'm going to introduce to you, Degar!" said Drokoule, "Look at the hill to your left, that's the person I'm going to introduce you to!"

The man stood in the shade of a tree, holding a giant black scythe in his hand.

"Is he the master?" said Degar in surprise, "but the master is much taller than him!"

"Bellerion is dead, and now the god of death is him, mighty Sandru!"

"Oh my God, how did the master die?" said Degar, trembling.

"Killed by Sandru, and then he got the Scythe of Death!" Drokul replied in a very calm and unfazed manner.

"Father, he is the murderer of his master, how can you go with him?" Degar clenched his fists: "This will make you the target of the public!

"Don't forget, you and I have sworn to death to be loyal to him unconditionally!"

"But he is not the god of death, even if he has the scythe of death!" "Degar cried, "it is not he who can inherit the throne of the god of death, but Clauvis! he is the disciple of his master, and he also has the ring of death, which is the symbol of the power of the god of death!"

"Do you think Clauvis can win?" said Drokul contemptuously, "he can't even defeat Catherine's little slut!

"Father, you're making me unfaithful to my friends!"

"Yes, Clauis is a good friend of yours, and he grew up with you! But did he take care of you when he became the commander of the three armies? You still stay here, guarding this little valley!"

"He may have too many things, but sooner or later he will remember my ......"

"Your abilities are on par with his, and he may not want you to steal his limelight!" said Drokul, "Degal, please wake up, the wise will choose the stronger instead of following the weak to perdition!"

"Father's ......"

"Kneel before your new master and swear allegiance to him!" Drokul began to gather his battle spirit, and a trace of black mist rose from his body.

"Yes, father!" Degar reluctantly knelt down on one knee and began to read the oath to Sandru on the hillside.

Sandru smiled with satisfaction. With the allegiance of a powerful vampire family, and several other undead families, his roots have grown solid. Bring in a few more families, and he'll have enough strength to compete with Clauis for the position of the Grim Reaper!

Clauvis, you just wait to die! You will pay a heavy price for what you have done!