The next day, after breakfast.

Fang Hao had just sent away the old patriarch of the black-footed cat clan.

Then he saw the skeleton merchant Duojin, with a short figure, walking towards him.

After seeing Fang Hao, he saluted slightly, "Lord Lord, Mr. Mo Lu of the Shang Alliance, I have come to visit you." ”

Mo Lu was the goblin teller who was familiar with Fang Hao.

The goblins look short and funny.

But they're good at goblin technology and have good minds.

In the business alliance, they often have a high status.

Mo Lu was the one Fang Hao knew, the goblin teller.

In the last battle, Moru was behind the head of the station, and he could also see the difference in status.

Hearing Duo Jin's words, Fang Hao immediately smiled and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Moru, please come in quickly, why don't you give a word in advance before coming." ”

Mo Lu walked into the lord's hall and saluted with a smile on his face, "Good morning, honorable Lord Fang Hao. ”

Before, Mo Lu had always called Fang Hao an undead boy.

But since he knew that Fang Hao was beside him, there was a dark gold-level hero acting as a guard.

He didn't dare to call a powerful lord at will.

Maintaining respect for the strong is necessary for the goblins to survive on this continent.

"Good morning, sit down and talk." Fang Hao motioned for the other party to sit down.

Mo Lu, who was short in stature, sat on the chair next to him, and in the next second, he put away the smile on his face and directly expressed his intention, "Mr. Fang Hao, this time I came here, and the business alliance has already made a decision about what happened in the last auction. ”

Mo Lu's intention, Fang Hao guessed it.

After all, three days have passed, and with the efficiency of the business alliance, there should be results.

Fang Hao nodded and asked, "Then what's the result?" ”

"The Shang Alliance is very sorry for such a bad thing that happened in the station, Shirrell has been removed from the position of commander, and the flower demon will wait for the follow-up interrogation, and then the 'Dream Forest' should take the initiative to contact you and find a way to get your understanding." Moru said clearly.

In the matter of the last auction, Fang Hao did not have any losses.

The free order of the goods he photographed and the upgrade of the store to a gold member are the compensation made by the business alliance to Fang Hao.

Today, Mo Lu's main purpose was to tell Fang Hao the Shang Alliance's disposition of Shirell and the goblin clan.

Fang Hao thought about it, but there was no need to be too serious with the business alliance, after all, he still needed to sell goods through this platform later.

"Yes, I'm very satisfied with the Shang Alliance's handling method, but I hope that when I don't get the news of the 'Dream Forest', the Shang Alliance will not let these two or two people go." Fang Hao said.

"You can rest assured that we are also impressed by the elves' practices." Moru said in a solemn voice.

"That's good."

Both of them achieved the results they wanted, and the atmosphere behind them was much more relaxed.

Fang Hao knew that the reason why he was able to be valued by the business alliance was that after the problem, he was compensated and personally arranged for someone to apologize.

It's not that Shang Meng is easy to talk to, but Luo Lana's identity as a dark gold-level hero.

If Luo Lana was not on the scene at that time, Fang Hao would only bring Dimitka and Anjia, although he could also defeat Shirell, but it would never be possible to get the compensation from the business alliance for exemption, and Mo Lu would come over in person.

In the final analysis, all truth lies in strength.

Fang Hao asked the maid to bring the fruit wine, and Mo Lu tasted it unceremoniously.

"By the way, Mr. Morru, is the Dream Forest where the elves live?" Fang Hao raised his own questions in the chat.

The goblin clan is still a relatively rare race.

Since he has purple heroes, and his troops have generally reached the seventh and eighth orders, he should also have a certain strength.

But with the expansion of the territory, I have only seen the goblin clan once or twice in the merchant alliance station.

"The Dream Forest of the Fairy Clan is indeed a very interesting place." Moru drank a glass of fruit wine and continued: "When I was younger, I had the good fortune of going to the Dream Forest once, and there was a small bridge at the entrance there, and if you were a bad person, the footprints on the bridge would leave black footprints, and if you were a good person, the footprints would be blue, you wouldn't say it was funny. ”

"It's really interesting." Fang Hao asked curiously: "Then how to distinguish between good people and bad people, camps, or beliefs?" ”

"Haha, I don't know, but the footprints I stepped on were blue, and I was greeted with a warm welcome." Moru said after laughing.

"Forget it, you are a member of the Shang Alliance, even if the footprints are black, they will not leave in a hurry." Fang Hao said.

Moru was stunned for a moment, feeling that it was indeed right.

But he still said: "It's a good thing to step on the blue footprints, isn't it?" Who wants to be a bad guy? ”

"You're right." Fang Hao also took a sip of wine and continued to ask: "By the way, the goblin clan needs Yasha's heart so much, they would rather do it in the station than grab Yasha's heart." ”

"Uh, I don't know about this matter ......, the goblin clan has fallen very seriously, and it is also very common to need some items to save the race." Mo Lu glanced at Fang Hao and said in a low voice.

It seems that there are some things that Moru is reluctant to reveal to the outside world.

After all, the business alliance wants to remain neutral.

Casually revealing information about various races will have a very bad effect.

Moru is talkative, and he has no direct intention of leaving.

Fang Hao also heard that Mo Lu was also inquiring about the information on his side, and it seemed that the Shang Alliance was also very interested in his sudden rise in power.

The two chatted until noon, and Fang Hao invited Mo Lu to stay for lunch.

……

The other side.

Bloody Mountains, Kao Holy Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, an army of three million undead occupies every land as far as the eye can see at the foot of the mountain.

In the camp of the army of the undead.

On the ground were three trolls dressed in animal skins and painted with totems.

On the side, Black Vitex was drawing a formation.

Soon, the formation pattern was completed, and the necks of the three livestock were cut, and the blood slowly flowed down the formation pattern, and finally converged on the corpse's body.

In the next second, the corpse sat up suddenly.

There was confusion in his eyes.

Hei Jing opened his mouth and asked, "You are dead, now you have to answer my question truthfully." ”

"Yes." The troll's dull opening.

"How many trolls are there on Kao Mountain?"

The troll replied, "Less than five hundred." ”

"Is Caius in the crowd?"

"Yes."

"How many people did he bring?"

"Caius brought 200 ...... with him."

Bang!

In the next second, the corpse burst directly like a bulging balloon.

Blood and minced flesh were splattered everywhere.

Immediately after, there was a second corpse, blood flowing down the formation, and the corpse also sat up.

Blackthorn continued to ask, "Are there any heroes besides Caius?" ”

"Nope."

"Is there really a god in the sacred mountain of Kao?"

"Lord Divine is asleep, and will punish everyone who disturbs his rest."

"Have you seen this Holy Spirit?"

"Nope."

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, the corpse exploded directly.

The conversation just now made Hei Jing and the others fall into thought.

The corpse could not lie.

But it will output the things in the cognition, not necessarily the truth.

If this person thought that the grass was blue before he died, then he told you that the color of the grass is blue.

The corpse of the troll was very sure of the existence of the gods, but he had never seen it himself.

This is very suspicious, and the army has already attacked here.

The gods really exist, and I'm afraid they should come out too.

The interrogation of the third body continued.

After the third corpse sat up, Hei Jing asked directly, "Where are the gods on the Kao Holy Mountain sleeping?" ”

"In the temple of the Holy Mountain."

"Has he ever been out?" Black Thorn continued to ask.

"I don't know."

"Can he interfere directly with the war?"

"The gods will help his followers to achieve ultimate victory."

Bang, the third person exploded again.

……

All three bodies have been interrogated.

There are more and more questions.

Call!

At this moment, a skeletal dragon fell from the sky.

The orc scout jumped off the dragon's back and reported loudly, "Your Excellency, you have found a hand-carved building on the mountainside, and the trolls have built fortifications according to the building. ”

The building on the mountainside is the temple of the troll sky.

In fact, it is more like a huge cave that has been built the day after tomorrow.

Hei Jing pondered for a moment, and ordered in a deep voice, "Beat the war drums, prepare to attack, and end the battle before dark." ”

"Yes! Lord Commander. ”

The heroes and orc heralds retreated, followed by the low beating of war drums.

Layers of faint circles of light enveloped all the undead troops.

Regardless of whether the other party has gods or not, there is no way back from this battle until now.

If the other side really has the strength to defeat their own million troops, it will not help them to retreat now.

But the gods are just tricks, just rumors among the trolls.

Then, before dark, they will end this battle and unify the bloody mountains.

Deliver the news of your victory to your lord.

As the drumbeat became more and more rapid, the army of the undead began to move forward, and little by little attacked the Kao Mountain.

Kao Sacred Mountain is steep with a stone staircase in the middle.

The trolls were drenched in a special layer of grease, and stepping on it was like stepping on ice.

It is difficult to climb the mountain by stone stairs.

However, Heijing and others were also prepared.

An army of millions will naturally not pass through this path to fight a war of attrition with the enemy.

When a flag waved, a loud noise suddenly came from the foot of the mountain.

Bang bang, bang bang!!

Hundreds of dragon crossbow beds shoot crossbow arrows with rope nets into the mountain.

Layer by layer, hanging on the mountain wall.

From a distance, it looks like putting on a fishnet sock for the mountain.

The undead soldiers, gritting their weapons with their teeth and limbs like spiders, began to climb up the rope web.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain walls were covered with skeletons.

……

Confront, the undead who began to climb upwards.

The trolls are dead.

The dense undead are hanging all over the mountain, and this unprecedented sense of oppression is suffocating.

Even the trolls, who had already made up their minds to die, began to tremble.

Why the hell are there so many undead?

"Throw stones!"

At the sound of an order, all the trolls lifted the collected boulders.

Throw it downward.

Bang!!

Boulders tumble down the mountain, carrying with them rows of undead soldiers.

Seeing that the effect was not bad, all the trolls began to work hard to move stones and throw stones.

Call!!

Whew!!

Just when everyone's attention was on smashing the skeleton underneath.

In the sky, there was a whistling.

Roar!!

Several bone dragons with shining silver armor spit out black pillars of light and poured down on the trolls.

Originally, the troll who was concentrating on throwing stones had his body shrouded in a pillar of light.

In the next second, the flesh began to fall off, turning into white bones.

Roll down the mountain.

In an instant, dozens of people died, reducing the already small number of people again.

Nearly 100 bone dragons began to circle around the mountain.

There were undead who jumped off the back of the bone dragon and landed directly on the platform in front of the cave, fighting the trolls.

Caius, standing alone on the platform on the right, held in his hand a huge crossbow bolt drawn from the mountain.

Backhand, throw it at the bone dragon in front of you.

Squeak!!

The bolt pierced through the metal armor on the bone dragon's chest, making a noise of steel squeezing and deforming.

The bolt is embedded in the middle of the ribs of the bone dragon.

But no harm was done.

On the contrary, the dragon's breath that spat out from his face caused Caius's body to rot and wrinkle.

Although it didn't shed flesh like everyone else.

It was also greatly affected.

Caius threw it again, an iron axe.

But it was easily dodged by the bone dragon and walked away directly.

He's an orange combat type hero though.

Even if it is a tenth-order class, it is not his opponent.

But in the face of this highly mobile bone dragon in the air, there is no good way.

The crossbow bolt thrown in the hand also has a certain amount of damage.

Except for the first blow, the rest of the attacks will be deliberately avoided by the bone dragon.

It is difficult to hit the target.

However, the death breath of the bone dragon can continue to breathe and attack below.

This is the racial gap.

Seeing that there was no good way, Caius had no choice but to order all of them to hide in the cave.

The trolls let out a low roar.

Knock down all the stone walls in front of you.

Gravel and rolling wood were smashed down the mountain.

And the trolls, after knocking down the bunker, all retreated into the depths of the cave, looking out of the cave, hovering and trying to spit dragon breath into the cave.

The army of the undead is still desperately climbing upward.

Soon, there were undead soldiers who climbed up the mountainside.

Pick up the weapon in your mouth and start attacking the cave.

There is no fixed order and no formation.

Like a madman, he rushed into the cave.

Rumble!!

Inside the cave, the undead are greeted by trolls who fight to the death.

The skeleton warrior who just rushed in.

Before he could swing the iron sword in his hand, the troll cut off his head and kicked him down the cave.

But behind, there are still bone warriors pouring in from afar.

In the blink of an eye, the only passage ahead was already full of bone troops.

"Get out of the way!"

Caius let out a low cry, and the muscles in his right arm began to bulge, and the green tendons on his arm kept throbbing.

Full of explosive power.

In the next second, a punch was thrown suddenly.

Rumble!!

With a roar, a powerful wave of air exploded in a fan shape.

A vacuum bag instantly appeared in front of him, and the white bone undead were instantly blasted into broken bones and scattered everywhere.

But then, the open space in front of him was filled with the undead again.

Not afraid of life and death, he continued to attack.

"Damn it!"

Caius, scolding angrily.

A punch blasted out, repelling the approaching undead.