Half a month has passed since Giovanni's affair.

From the initial disappearance, to the posting of missing person notices, I only got some news from the Faceless Hut a few days ago.

5 scouts were arranged to investigate the undead territory in the intelligence, and after so many days, not only did the information not get it, but even the people did not come back.

This had exhausted the Red Duke's patience.

"Duke, Duke, there must be something wrong in this, I will immediately send additional people to find out the information." The Bloodline in charge of intelligence immediately panicked.

"Humph! You'd better reflect on it. The Red Duke snorted coldly and said to the door: "Come on, send him to the dungeon, and reflect on it." ”

"Lord Duke, give me another chance, this time I won't make a mistake, I won't."

In the midst of the Blood's loud pleas for mercy, two Blood Servants walked in.

The silver hook in his hand pierced his collarbone and dragged it in the direction of the dungeon.

The dungeon is full of criminals who have made mistakes in the Bloodline.

The silver iron hook made the wounds of the blood clan unable to heal, and he would feel the pain and blood in the dungeon, until the Red Duke remembered that there was still such a person in the dungeon.

The wails of the Bloodclan grew farther and farther away, and the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Only the bloody breath in the air made the rest of the blood clans present swallow and spit non-stop, and their eyes glowed red.

"Tell me, what's next? You shouldn't be as useless as him, are you? The Red Duke's gaze swept to everyone again.

The Bloodlines are also a race that is guarded by the living.

Once there is any movement, it will immediately attract the attention of the surrounding living forces.

Therefore, he needs information, how many people can be able to destroy this undead and bring back the book of the ancestor of the blood clan.

By the way, he avenged his nephew.

Hearing the Red Duke's question, all the blood clans were silent, and some were reluctant to take on this errand.

"Lord Duke, I have a few good scouts under my command, why don't you let me do it, and I will definitely bring you the information." One of the Bloods spoke.

I still want to be repulsed.

The Red Duke glanced at the man and did not answer him.

Those undead have become vigilant, and repulsion will not do much.

It is very likely that the other party has also prepared a trap, waiting for you to arrange more people to send them to death.

"Is there any other way?" The Red Duke continued to ask.

There was a slight silence.

At this time, a somewhat thin and tall man stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "Lord Duke." ”

"Huh? Fielding, what do you want to say? The Red Duke looked at the tall and thin man, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Fielding acted as an official merchant within the Bloodline.

Responsible for the purchase and sale of goods in the territory, and has a certain status in the bloodline.

Moreover, some troublesome things, the Red Duke will not hand over to him to do.

"Lord Duke, I feel that the other party has already noticed something, and if I continue to wait for peace, I'm afraid it won't have much effect." Fielding said softly.

The Red Duke nodded, the same thing he thought.

"Well, if you have any good ideas, just say it."

Since the other party is speaking now, then he already has another idea.

And it's a little more secure than an exclusion syndrome.

"Ahem!" Fielding coughed lightly, looked at the Red Duke seriously, and said, "Lord Duke, have you considered merging Prull City into the rule of the Blood Clan?" ”

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience instantly became noisy, and even the Red Duke on the throne frowned.

What this sentence represents, Fielding should be clear.

Once it spreads, I am afraid that it will cause a war between the human race and the blood race.

"Tell me what you think." The Red Duke said directly, and did not say anything.

Fielding smiled slightly, and said, "Lord Duke, the lord of Prull City, 'Cyril', had some contact with me not long ago. ”

"Oh? And this kind of thing? "The Red Duke is interested, and so are the others.

"Yes, Cyril has a son who suffered some injuries in the first two years and has not recovered yet, and I am afraid that he will not live long, and Cyril has been looking for a cure for his son for the past two years." Fielding said this, and did not continue.

But everyone present understood what Fielding meant.

A father who has been looking for a cure for two years, as for why he has been in contact with Fielding, it should also be his son's business.

"What does this have to do with the undead?" The Red Duke continued to ask.

"My lord, the territory of the undead is in the north of Pruel City, if you can control Pruel City, not only can you better find out the news of the undead, even if there is a war, Prull City can send troops very well, not the Bright Moon Heights." Fielding continued to explain.

The Red Duke craned his chin and fell into thought.

Contacting Purul City is a risky step.

If you succeed, the Bloodline will have great benefits, and if you fail or the information leaks, you may rekindle a war between the two clans.

But ......, it's worth a try.

"Fielding." The Red Duke called softly.

"Lord Duke."

"I'll leave this matter to you, and if the negotiations fail, kill that Cyril, and you can't reveal it." The Red Duke said solemnly.

"Yes, Lord Duke."

The Red Duke continued to look at the people below and reminded in a cold voice, "Whoever dares to say this matter will know the consequences." ”

"Yes, yes! We know that. ”

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Hao woke up from his sleep, and the golden wheat mang shone in through the window, which was a little dazzling.

I sat up from the bed and stretched.

Today's weather is good.

Turning over and getting out of bed, after a simple wash, I went straight downstairs.

Yi'er was preparing breakfast, and when she saw Fang Hao, she greeted her: "Master, why don't you sleep for a while." ”

"I've slept enough, and I'm up."

"By the way, Master, Bachelor Nelson brought a skeleton hero in the morning, waiting for you at the door of the Organ Museum." Yi'er said.

"Nelson is out?"

"Bachelor Nelson told me to relay it, and then I went back to work." Yi'er continued.

"Oh, I'll take a look."

Walk out of the Lord's Mansion and walk straight towards the location of the Organ Museum.

In front of the door of the Organ Museum, stands an orc skeleton hero.

The hero's skeleton is thick, and even if it is made into a skeleton, it looks like a strong giant bear.

When I got closer, I saw the name of the skeleton hero.

[Skull Crusher (Purple Tier 9 Hero.) ）】

It seems that the first one Nelson made was the Great Chief of the Coldwind Mountains, Crusher-Saar.

Now I can only call him a cranial.

"I've seen my lord." Skullcrusher fell to his knees on one knee and lowered his head.

"Well, you're welcome to join Skullbreaker." Fang Hao helped the crushed skull up.

"Thank you, sir."

"Well, you go to the warehouse first to retrieve your equipment, and I'll take you to the Cold Wind Mountain Range later, and then you can manage it for me."

"Yes, my lord."

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