Lord of the People: a Hundredfold Increase From the Undead

Half a month has passed since Giovanni's matter.

　　 From the initial loss of contact to the posting of missing persons notice, I only got some news from the Faceless Hut a few days ago.

　　 arranged 5 scouts to investigate the undead territory in the intelligence. After so many days, not only the intelligence was not obtained, but no one came back.

　　 This has almost exhausted the patience of the Red Duke.

　　 "Duke, Duke, Duke, there must be something wrong with this, I immediately sent additional staff to inquire about the intelligence." The blood clan in charge of intelligence immediately panicked.

　　 "Huh! You 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. I won't make a mistake this time, I will definitely not."

　　 Amidst the blood clan’s loud begging for mercy, two blood servants walked in.

　　 The silver hook in his hand pierced his collarbone directly and dragged it towards the dungeon.

　　Dungeons are prisoners who made mistakes of the blood race.

　　The silver iron hook made the wounds of the blood race unable to heal. He would be in the dungeon, feeling the piercing pain and bleeding, until the Red Duke remembered that such a person was still being held in the dungeon.

　　 The wailing of the blood clan got farther and farther, and the hall fell into deathly silence.

　　 There was only the **** breath in the air, causing the rest of the blood races present to swallow and spit, their eyes glowing red.

　　 "Let's talk about it, what should I do next? You shouldn't be as useless as him, are you?" The Red Duke's gaze swept over the crowd again.

　　The blood race is also a race that is guarded by creatures.

　　 Once there is any action, it will immediately arouse the attention of surrounding creatures.

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

　　 took revenge on his nephew.

　　 Hearing the question of the Red Duke, all the blood races were silent, and some were unwilling to take this errand.

　　 "Lord Duke, I have a few good scouts under my hand, why don't you let me do it, and I will definitely bring you the information." A blood clan said.

　　 I still want to repel.

　　 Duke Hong glanced at this person, but did not agree to him.

　　 Those undead have been on alert, and repelling them will not help much.

　　 It is extremely possible that the other party has also made a trap, waiting for you to arrange more people to die.

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

　　 There was a little silence in the audience.

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

　　 "Hmm? Fielding, what do you want to say?" The Red Duke looked at the tall and thin man and raised his brow slightly.

　　 Fielding plays the role of official merchant in the blood clan.

　　 is responsible for the purchase and sale of commodities in the generals, and has a certain position in the blood race.

　　 Moreover, Red Duke would not leave him to do some troublesome things.

　　 "Lord Duke, I feel that the other party has already noticed it, and I continue to reject it, I am afraid that the effect will not be great." Fielding said softly.

　　 Duke Hong nodded, which was the same as his thought.

　　 "Well, do you have any better ideas, just talk about it."

　　Since the other party speaks now, then he has another idea.

　　Moreover, it is more secure than Anjuhou.

　　 "Cough!" Fielding coughed slightly, looked at the Red Duke earnestly, and said, "My lord, have you ever considered incorporating Pruor City into the ruling category of the blood race?"

　　 Wow!

　　As soon as he said this, the audience instantly became noisy, and even the Red Duke on the throne frowned.

Fielding should know what this sentence means.

　　 Once it spreads out, it may cause a war between the human race and the blood race.

　　 "Tell me what you think." The Red Duke said directly, without expressing his opinion.

　　 Fielding smiled slightly and said, "My lord, the lord of Pruor, Cyril, had some contact with me not long ago."

　　 "Oh? Is there such a thing?" The Red Duke came interested, and other people also came interested.

"Yes, Cyril has a son who suffered some injuries in the first two years and has not recovered. I am afraid he will not live long. Cyril has been looking for a way to treat his son in the past two years." Erding said here, but did not continue.

　　 But everyone present understood what Fielding meant.

　　 A father who has been looking for a cure for two years, as to why he has 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 to the north of Pruul city. If you can control Pruul city, not only can you better detect the news of the undead, even if a war is going on, Pruul city can send troops very well, but not Bright Moon Heights." Fielding continued to explain.

　　 The Red Duke slid his chin, lost in thought.

　　 The step of contacting Pruul City is very risky.

　　 If it succeeds, the blood clan will have huge benefits. Failure or information leakage may re-ignite the war between the two clans.

　　 But..., it's worth a try.

　　 "Fielding." The Red Duke whispered.

　　 "Lord Duke."

　　 "This matter is left to you. If the negotiation fails, the Cyril will be killed, and this matter cannot be revealed." The Red Duke said solemnly.

　　 "Yes, Lord Duke."

　　 Duke Hong continued to look at the people below, and reminded him in a cold voice, "Who dares to say this, you know the consequences."

　　 "Yes! We know."

　　……

　　 The next day, early morning.

　　 Fang Hao wakes up from his sleep~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The golden wheat shines in from the window, a little dazzling.

　　 sat up from the bed and stretched.

　　 The weather today is pretty good.

　　 rolled over and got out of bed, after a simple wash, he went straight downstairs.

　　 Yi'er was preparing breakfast, and when she saw Fang Hao, she said hello: "Master, why don't you sleep longer."

　　 "I'm full, so I got up."

　　 "By the way, the master, Bachelor Nelson brought a skeleton hero in the morning, waiting for you at the entrance of the Museum of Organs." Yier said.

　　 "Nelson came out?"

　　 "Bachelor Nelson asked me to relay it, and then I went back to work." Yier continued.

　　 "Oh, let me see."

　　 walked out of the lord’s mansion and walked straight to the location of the organ museum.

　　 In front of the organ museum, there is an orc skeleton hero standing.

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

　　 approached, and saw the name of the skeleton hero.

　　It seems that the first Nelson made is the Warchief Skullcracker Thrall from the Coldwind Mountains.

　　 Now he can only call him Broken Head.

　　 "I have seen Lord Lord." Skull Fragment knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

　　 "Well, you are welcome to join Skull Broken." Fang Hao helped Skull Broken up.

　　 "Thank you, sir."

　　 "Well, you first go to the warehouse to retrieve your own equipment, and later I will take you to the Cold Wind Mountains, then you will take care of it on my behalf."

　　 "It's an adult."