Fang Hao sat on the back of the bone dragon and listened to the screams coming from the tavern where the lights had been turned off.

If it weren't for the matter of the Bloody Throat Tribe, Fang Hao wouldn't have been so anxious to kill them.

But now that there is a threat in the north, there must not be a danger in the south.

Therefore, these people chose the wrong time to provoke Fang Hao.

The shouting lasted only five minutes, and Bloodhunt jumped out of the window with an old man in his arms.

The huge batwing flapped and landed on the back of the bone dragon hovering in the air.

At this time, the candlelight was lit on the first floor of the tavern, and the bartender's voice was heard inquiring.

"My lord, is this the old man?"

"Yes, let's go back."

Bloodhunt patted the bone dragon on the neck, and the bone dragon flew in the direction of the territory.

……

Hall of Lords.

Fang Hao sat on the throne of white bones, and under him knelt an old man in pajamas, still in surprise.

"Y-You're the young man in the tavern this morning." The old man recognized Fang Hao at a moment.

"Good eyesight." Fang Hao praised and continued: "The bounty you posted has caused me a lot of trouble, I want to hear how you know about the ancient tomb, and what is the purpose of issuing the bounty?" ”

Old Yves glanced around.

With the exception of one beast-eared hero, the hall was filled with bone spirits.

"My lord, my name is Yve, my great-grandfather left a diary and key, I relied on this news to find the tomb, and the reward for you was just a misunderstanding, the mercenary I hired found the traces of your team, and issued this bounty."

The old man's body trembled slightly, but he was not afraid, but he was a little excited, a little excited.

Without waiting for Fang Hao to speak, he said again: "Lord Undead, I am willing to sacrifice my loyalty and everything in exchange for my allegiance to you. ”

Old Eve's knees with his forehead pressed against the ground.

Now he sees it too.

It wasn't a young human being, but a great undead.

The appearance of human beings is just an illusion.

Otherwise, he would not have sat on a throne made of white bones and commanded the many undead below.

When Fang Hao heard the old man's words, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Nelson on the side.

What do you mean?

Have you met a believer in the god of the dead?

Or is there a bone-loving plot, why are you so excited?

Nelson noticed Fang Hao's inquiring gaze and whispered in Fang Hao's ear, "His vitality has been exhausted, and he wants to become immortal. ”

Fang Hao nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

Immortality is the term of the undead themselves, which actually means to transform into the undead.

This old man is too old, even if the ginseng is dipped in sauce, he won't live long.

That's why he was anxious to find a way to continue his life, whether he became a blood clan or an undead, as long as he could live.

"Show me the notebook and keys." Fang Hao said.

Old Yifu took out the old notebook in his arms and handed it to the beast-eared girl on the side, who handed it to Fang Hao's hand.

"My lord, the key has been used this morning, we went to the ancient tomb, used the key on the first bronze door, and found that we couldn't pull it out, so we left it there." Old Yves explained.

Fang Hao took the diary and roughly flipped through two pages.

Indeed, there is some news about the ancient tomb.

"So, you came to this tomb in search of a way to continue your life?" Fang Hao closed the old diary.

"Yes, don't dare to deceive your lordship." Old Eves is still respectful.

"Do you know where the other members of the owner of this tomb are?"

"Huh? Other limbs? I don't know. Old Yves shook his head.

Could it be that the tomb is not a whole corpse, but a mutilated corpse?

Fang Hao nodded again and said, "Okay, take him down." ”

Although the old man cooperated, he was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

And when I brought him back, I didn't get any useful information.

The diary is the only gain, and when you have time, you can read the contents carefully and understand the story.

"No, no, my lord, give me a chance to be loyal, I don't want to die, my lord, I am willing to give you all my wealth, there are many slaves on my manor, and they can be sacrificed to you." Old Yves shouted loudly.

He was so anxious to find the ancient tomb because he sensed that death was near.

Now that I have come into contact with the undead, I don't want to die at this time.

Fang Hao looked at the hoarse old man and shook his head slightly, "Okay, take him to the transformation pool, and then you will be an undead and can work for me." ”

Old Yve's face was happy, and he stopped shouting and struggling.

After standing up and saluting gracefully, he took the initiative to follow the skeleton in the direction of the conversion pool.

The old man left, and Nelson and the others returned to their respective quarters.

Under the glow-in-the-dark stone lamp.

Fang Hao looked at the diary again and looked at it carefully.

From the beginning to the end, except for the missing pages in the middle, the rest is also understood.

To say that the city lord in the story is really a ruthless character.

Because he was afraid of death, he wanted to transform into a blood clan, and he was afraid that the people in the city would find out and hurt him.

Simply turned the whole city into a blood clan.

This city lord may have already made this plan, and everything he has done before is to deliver wine from door to door for the final step.

When the whole city is transformed, the remaining one or two fish that slip through the net will not matter.

"Cow." Fang Hao said.

Also notice a sentence in the note.

'Damn Chester, damn liar. ’

This Chester must be the name of the city lord, and it doesn't seem that it has gained anything at all.

After reading all the diaries, Fang Hao returned to his room and fell asleep.

……

The next day, I had breakfast.

A bone dragon landed directly in the pigman village, causing a commotion.

When he saw Fang Hao and An Jia on the dragon's back, a pigman immediately went to inform the pigman patriarch Petty.

"My lord, I didn't know you were here in person." Petty hurried to greet her.

In the past, Fang Hao used his divine presence to do anything, and he rarely came over in person.

One is that the distance is not close, and the other is also a safety issue.

Who knows what strange things appear in this world and take away their own lives.

"Let's talk."

Several people entered the patriarch's hall, and a pig man brought fruit wine.

Fang Hao gave the Pigman Village a troll brewing barrel, so that the Pigman could also drink fruit wine.

"My lord, do you have any orders for coming this time?" Petty asked curiously.

Since Fang Hao came over in person, he naturally had important things to explain.

"The north of the village is all the way to the Bloody Mountains, how many orc villages are there along the way, and what is the strength?" Fang Hao asked.

Petty was stunned for a moment, made a rough calculation in his heart, and said: "The villages on the north side are relatively scattered, and we have less contact with them, there are about more than 10 villages, and I heard that there was a war during this time. ”

Orcs are like that.

Ten villages in the vicinity today may become five tomorrow because of plundering each other.

Then another wandering tribe moved in, and several more villages were added.

It has always been the case, and there has never been a break in wars and migrations.

The Pigman Village is now protected by the undead, and it is itself in a stage of low-key development, and it has been a long time since it has interacted with the rest of the village.

It is also difficult to answer the specific figures.

"Find a way to gather the patriarchs of all the villages, everyone is a neighbor, and it's time to get to know each other."

Purple Pen Literature