The narrow streets are lined with orc guards, who hold out the crowd with their spears, and add old fists and stinky feet as aids to their liking. Siegel saw the group approaching gradually, he didn't know the orcs, but he could still see some clues through their equipment.

At the front is the vanguard officer holding the flag, and on General Kaka's battle flag is a heart with a knife in it, and the painting style is very abstract, and Siegel only understood after looking at it for a long time. After the four centurions, the gray wolf was supposed to be General Kaka, with a skull crown on its green head, larger than his head, most likely the skull of a giant or a trolls or other large creatures. The skull of the skull is made of gold to create a crown, as if to indicate the identity of the skull, but it appears that the orc is a freak with two heads. General Kaka wears a half-length armor, which is armor made of iron sheets with hard bones, animal skins, and thick cotton cloth, which looks like a good articularity, which is very rare in the orc army. General Kaka writhed comfortably on the broad wolf's back, spitting into the crowd of onlookers. He spat high and far, each bite causing his guards to cheer in unison.

Two commanders rode behind him, munching on a snack of dried meat and tobacco, their long knives on their knees, and their bloodthirsty and cold eyes staring vigilantly at their surroundings, like crocodiles that choose to devour people. Behind them was a long procession, with a mixture of orc and half-orc soldiers escorting more than forty carts, some loaded with slaves, crying out for help in iron cages, and many more loaded with booty, grain, all sorts of iron, cloth, and clothing, and some sealed chests, most likely containing gold and silver treasures. There are almost no weapons and armor, and it should be to replenish the orc army at the front. As for the captured cattle and sheep, because it was difficult to tame them to climb the city walls and mountains, most of them were kept as food for the army and were not brought back.

Behind the guards' spears, dirty, scruffy, ugly, and murderous orcs were looking at the triumphant soldiers with excited eyes, and looking at the trophies with more enthusiastic eyes. They thought in their hearts that they would sell the slaves in their hands and exchange them for weapons and armor, and they would also go to the front to kill and rob, and some of them wanted to kill and rob now, but they forgot to carry knives and axes.

Orcs and slaves hid far away, they belonged to the lower ranks, and the fruits of their plunder had little to do with them. When the orcs shouted the slogan "General Kaka, no victory!, the Skinning Clan is invincible!", they were mostly silent - unless an orc warrior happened to look at them. Siegel wanted to use the raven to perform an illusion, so he shouted, "Let's divide the treasure together!" I don't know what the effect will be, maybe it will arouse the greed of the onlookers, and then cause chaos?

He finally suppressed this thought, only because he felt that the orcs around him did not even have weapons, and they could not pose a threat to the guards. The orcs show no mercy to the rebels, and will raise their knives and shoot directly at the deadly places. Siegel's idea would result in a maximum of seven or eight orcs deaths, and it would be suppressed.

As the team reached the middle of the street, an orc with a missing eye squeezed through the end, followed by an elderly female orc, leading three human slaves in chains. The one-eyed orc crawled on the ground and shouted before the guards pulled him up, "Mighty General Kaka, let me join your army!

Peel Kaka paused and waved his hand for the guard to let go of the orc, and he said, "What do I want your slave to do? I have slaves, and there are more than a hundred of them shipped back this time alone!"

The one-eyed orc thought for a moment, stood up, walked to his slave, and said loudly: "Do you hear, you are all useless things, and my value is lowered!" He suddenly pulled out the short knives of the guards next to him, stabbed three slaves to death one by one, and then threw the knife on the ground, prostrate in a pool of blood, and shouted loudly: "Mighty General Kaka, I dedicate my life and everything to you, just for a long knife and a battle on the front line!"

"Okay! I'll take you. General Kaka waved his hand, and the team moved on.

Siegel always felt like it was arranged, like a botched theatrical performance. Whether it is the actors, the plot or the lines, they all have a deliberate taste. However, the orcs were still very excited, and I don't know how many people had the urge to kill and rob, and maybe tomorrow the size of General Kaka's team would continue to grow - if they could survive until then.

Then the long line came to the accommodation area and stopped at the core. The orc warriors and centurions who arrived gathered around and expressed their admiration and praise to the general, which was similar to the scene of the triumphant march of the human army, but after that, there was a big difference. Accompanied by drinking, fighting, and chaos, the orcs dragged a few slaves from the prisoner cart, nailed them to a wooden frame and began to skin them, discussing as they went, the terrible wails mixed with the laughter of the orcs. Seegal couldn't stand it anymore, recalled the raven, and continued to speed up the production of the magic weapon in his hand.

The noise outside kept coming through the crack in the door, and Siegel focused on it. As the sun faded over the horizon, the celebratory feast gradually came to a climax, and the entire bacon town rejoiced. The orcs celebrated wildly, laughter and cheers deafening, but they could not hide the horrible wails of the skinned.

'The power of the wraith will surely be strengthened,' thought Siegel, 'and perhaps the poor skinned man will become a wraith himself.' I didn't know when the Knox Guild's spell would work, so to be on the safe side, Siegel stopped making the curse weapon, closed the key space, took a deep breath to calm down, and then picked up the twenty-sided dice.

'Become an undead. Siegel meditated in his mind, and then he began to transform in the direction of the skeleton. He only felt that the color in front of him was suddenly lost, and everything was only black, white and gray, but he could see everything in the cellar without light. His sense of hearing was enhanced, and the slightest vibrations could be captured and distinguished, as if his whole body could pick up sound. But he had lost his sense of smell, which was a good thing, the stench of orcs had been tormenting him for days, and now he was finally at ease. The sense of taste is definitely gone, there is a big hole under the mouth, there is no place to eat, what is the use of taste? Although he has no tongue, he can still speak and chant mantras through resonance, but the feeling of the ribs and skull shaking is not good, and even the eyes are constantly shaking, so it is better to say less.

Luckily, the sense of touch is still there, but you can't feel the temperature, but casting spells and using weapons are not affected. After determining his sensory abilities, Siegel was playful. First, look at the hands that only have the joints left, and watch them flex and extend. He tried to snap his fingers, but all he could do was make a click. The skeleton has no muscles at all, the cartilage between the bones is gone, and many of the joints are not in direct contact with each other. However, the power of the change spell keeps the body intact, so there is no danger that a single bone will be scattered.

After observing his hands, Siegel began to poke his fingers into his eye sockets. The skeleton's vision doesn't need eyeballs, so the eye sockets are empty, and of course the skull is hollow, so you can poke it to your heart's content. And then stick your fingers out of your nostrils or mouth, or vice versa, put your hands out of your mouth and out of your eye sockets, and there's so much fun to play. The method of striking the head as a bell is very uncomfortable, and it will cause the whole body to rattle and rattle. However, the ribs are of different lengths and produce a sound similar to that of a musical scale, which provides a lot of fun for Siegel. If it weren't for the fear of accidentally knocking the bone off, he was really going to try his hand at playing music.

After turning into a skeleton, his whole body became much lighter and more sensitive, and he didn't know where the weight of his original body had gone. Siegel gripped the dice and turned them back on, feeling only a pain in his head and ribs. Although the pain only lasted for a short moment, it also made Siegel understand the fragility of the skeleton's state. Since it can be changed back at any time, the last bit of worry will disappear. Siegel turned back again, taking the opportunity to study the state of the necromancy.

Very few mages have this kind of experience, because the spells that turn into skeletons are very difficult to learn, and even fewer choose to study necromantic energy in this way. Siegel found that his mind was not affected, but his emotions became calmer, as if he could enter a meditative state anytime and anywhere, which had both advantages and disadvantages. Necrons have no emotions and are able to focus on doing things for a while, but lose motivation to do things in the long run. What happens when you accomplish a goal you set without a sense of accomplishment? Nine times out of ten you go crazy. A mage who wants to become stronger and become a lich will end up insane. It is said that there are lichs who aim to protect the whole clan, and after thousands of years, they can barely keep their minds, but no one can guarantee that they will not end up in the same way. Siegel admonished himself that he could not remain in the undead state for too long, and that he had to change back before his sensibility wore off. He was afraid that only pure reason would remain, and that at that time he would only hear the "only right" voice in his mind, and it was very likely that he would not choose to change back to the original state.

In order to protect his skeletal body, he opened the key space again, put on the spare leather armor, and then equipped it with weapons. The leather armor that used to fit was now like an enlarged hood, hanging from the body and constantly shaking. Without muscle-filled shoulder holes and a neck-fixed collar, Siegel could not ensure the effectiveness of leather armor at all, and would have hindered the movement of his arms. He had no choice but to tie his armor tightly with rope, which seemed more comical, but it didn't affect his actions at all.

The helmet can't be worn at all, and it will fall off in a flash, but the mask can be tied, and then the hood will not scare people to death. In fact, the most useful thing is the long cloak, which can cover most of the skeleton. Siegel only had two dragon tooth daggers left, but he didn't intend to cause trouble, let alone fight the orcs.

Because he felt that the spells of the Knox Guild had begun to be activated, the wraiths were roaming around, and the orcs already had enough enemies to fight, and that enemy was the orcs themselves.