Chapter 115 Preparation

The Orc Tutu obviously despised Landick in front of him. Since memory, their respective tribes have been in war. They lived together in a valley extending backward from the Karas Mountains, fighting for land and food with their belligerent brutality.

And they are now standing on the same taxi land, and their weapons are not out of the sheath. They are forced to this place by a force greater hatred between them. In any other place or at any other moment, neither race can be so close but still peaceful. But now, they have to cooperate under silent threats and dangerous surveillance, because they are ordered to put aside their differences.

Tutu turned around with Landick and walked side by side to the building where their owner was.

They entered the castle and stood in front of the ghost king Casablanca.

Two more tribes joined his expanding team. Several different ethnic groups of gobiums are full of the place of death where the castle is located - muddy goblossians, slaughtered orcs, tongue-cutting orcs, and many other races come to respect him as their masters. Casablanca even controlled a large group of ogres, trolls of several tribes, and a group of sub-giants. But his highest achievement is to let a group of frost giants, a race that lives in the coldest part of the underground world, have the power to use ice. They walked in directly, eager to please the new ghost emperor.

But Casablanca is not satisfied. The ghost emperor's desire for power is never satisfied. After it gets something, it will calm down for a while and then do a larger conquest. Now there is only a small-scale attack for the time being, because he has not found a better way to break the wall of the Archangel Fortress.

He continued to be patient. He has spent a long time learning how to cunningly manipulate a gosman tribe and then find the second one. He has subdued twelve tribes, and transforming the innate hostility between these tribes into a common reason for loyalty to him is a bigger challenge. He used to subdue one at a time, and he didn't dare to find another group of people until he was sure that these people obeyed his will wholeheartedly.

He has achieved good results, so he is now confident that he has summoned two rival tribes at the same time. Tutu and Landick have entered the main hall, and both of them are looking for a way to kill each other without angering the ghost emperor. However, after a brief discussion with the Ghost Emperor, they began to talk like old friends about the glory they could get from fighting in Casablanca's army in the future.

Just as angels and demons are always hostile and light and darkness can never coexist, all monsters and ethnic groups are full of great interest in defeating the ruling races of humans, elves, dwarves and orcs to replace them. When this opportunity comes, everything else can be put aside.

The ghost emperor returned to his pillow and began to think about his plan. His army has really taken shape: he has Urbi to be his battlefield commander, ogres to be his battlefield escort, subgiants to be his death commando, and trolls, despicable and frightening trolls to be his personal guards. In his calculation so far, he has a mixed army of 100,000 fanatical and loyal godins and gray dwarfs who can carry out his plan of destruction, and the largest is the Legion of the Dead, which has more than 800,000 low-level undead, and more than 100,000 intermediate undead can set out at any time - more than one million troops in his hand. There has never been such a frightening number.

All this comes from his good plan and tenacious endurance.

But the power of human beings should not be underestimated. He knows what dangers his ancestors encountered on the road to attack human beings. They used to be much more than the numbers on the kingdom log, and some secret organizations destroyed most of them. This attack under absolute power has nothing to do with numbers, and even thousands of undead may be wiped out in an instant.

He must find all the fragments of the Abandoned Blade!

That is the only way to fight against these stumbling stones, which is to master the power of the abandoned blade.

He stood by the window and looked at the huge empty cave in the distance. In the distance of his south, like a stinking poisonous cloud arrayed flags stretching out of the mountain, which was his own coalition. Their minds are distorted by the willpower of the abandoned blade, hoping to kill and destroy.

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When Duke Miweig inserted the key into the dusty wooden door, his hands were covered with sweat. After careful consideration and summarizing all the signs, all this shows that the form he is facing now cannot be better, and on the contrary, it is even worse - he needs to ask his friends for help.

He pushed the door open, which was a small room. The wooden door moaned and protested. It had not been opened for many years. However, this comforted the old Duke, because he was afraid that someone had been here and saw his most precious treasure. He looked around the rarely used aisle and made sure that no one followed him. Then he entered the room and stretched his torch forward to burn many hanging spider webs.

The only thing in this room is a wooden box with iron edges, tied with two heavy chains and locked with a big lock. There are spider webs hanging on each corner of the box, with a thick layer of gray on the top. This is another good sign for the old Duke. He looked at the hall again and closed the wooden door as quietly as possible.

The wooden door made a slight click, and then the sound of heavy objects moving outside. He knew that it was caused by the movement of the bookshelf used to cover up the wooden door.

He knelt in front of the box and put the torch on the ground beside him. Some spider webs were swallowed up by fire tongues, instantly spewing orange flames, and then extinguished. Bruno took out a small piece of wood from his waist bag and took a silver key from the necklace around his neck. He held the wooden block firmly in his hand, then let the other hand be as low as possible from the lock, and gently inserted the key into the lock.

Now we have come to the most subtle step. The old prince slowly turned the key and listened carefully. When he heard the needle in the lock make a thra sound, he raised his spirits and quickly withdrew his hand, let the lock fall down by itself, and loosened the lever pressed between the lock and the box. A small arrow shot into the wood, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Although this mechanism was set up by himself nearly 30 years ago, he knew that the toxicity of the six-legged scorpion snake made it easy to kill people after such a long time.

Excessive excitement overwhelmed his respect for himself at this moment, and he immediately pulled down the chain and blew off the dust on the lid of the box. He grabbed the lid and tried to lift it at once, but he suddenly slowed down again. He found that he had to calm down and remind himself that every move was important.

Anyone who accidentally finds this box and dodged the death organ will be happy with the treasure in it. There are silver goblet, a bag of gold, and a gem-encrusted dagger erected around low-value personal items. The dagger shines brightly, and anyone will think that this is the most important treasure in the box. But all this was just a foil. The old Duke took these things out and threw them to the ground without thinking about it.

The bottom of the heavy box seems to be as high as the floor, and you can't see what else can be found in it. But the old Duke cunningly dug a trough under the floor, and then perfectly put the box on the trough. Even the most observant thief would swear that it was on the floor. He poked his finger into a small camouflaged hole at the bottom of the box and hooked his thick finger to the hole. This board has been here for many years, and the old Duke has to work very hard to pick it up.

At first, the board did not move, but suddenly the whole piece was pulled up, causing the Duke to fall back a few steps. He immediately walked back to the box and carefully looked at his most cherished treasure from the edge of the box.

That's a leather pocket.

The old Duke's hands trembled. When he took out the precious things in the box, he had to stop and wipe off the sweat from his hands several times. When he took out his pocket and opened it, all he took out was just a mirror.

He gently closed the box, then spread his pocket on the box, and finally stood the mirror on it.

The mirror was spotless. When Duke Miweig turned the gem knob above, the mirror made a slight dripping sound, and the sound disappeared within a few seconds, and a figure began to appear in the mirror.

The figure brought his face closer so that he could observe it carefully.

"Hi, Grandin!" Duke Miweig first said hello.

"I didn't expect you to contact me!" The man known as Grandin replied. He looks much younger than the Duke, but his tone is not respectful, just a greeting between familiar friends.

"Well, how have you been recently?" Although the Duke thought about how to speak for a long time, the first sentence was the most common greeting.

"It's okay," Grandin raised his hand and grabbed a fish in his hand. "Now I'm very happy to fish and practice swords every day!" He asked, "Are my apprentices okay under your hands?"

"Oh, you mean Aslan? He is now leading the 'dark part' under me - this child is good!" Duke Miweig: "The only problem is that sometimes he is a little careless!"

"That's good," Grandin saw the old Duke's absent-mindedness: "What's the trouble, old friend? - You won't contact me if it's okay!"

"I don't want to disturb your life!" The old Duke said, "At least you can enjoy life now, unlike me, who is busy with the trivialities of this country every day!"

"Many people don't have a chance to be busy!" He made a joke, "Okay! Come on, what can I do for you?"

The old prince sighed, "I really don't want to bother you - but I really need your help now!"

He told the whole Kuroshio original, and Grandin's eyes became more and more serious.

"Well," he thought for a moment: "I'll inform the mercenary union to help you - I hope it can help you!" He paused: "If things continue to get worse, please let me know - I'll come here in person then!"

"Thank you!" The old prince said, "I really don't want to bother you!"

"It doesn't matter!" The image slowly began to fade, and the voice began to blur: "They will come back in three days!"

The old Duke carefully put the mirror in his pocket, and then he quickly put back the bottom of the fake box, stuffed the camouflaged wooden blocks on the small hole, and put back the treasures used to hide others. He chained the box and locked it back to its original state - except that he didn't see any reason to put the mechanism back.

After standing up, the old Duke felt backache. He said to himself, "It seems that he is really old. It's time to go back to enjoy happiness!" If it weren't for this--" he slowly moved his waist: "I don't have to ask him for help!"