Soon, the five people discussed and realized that the current situation was no longer controlled by them and others, so they reported it to the high priest to reach an agreement.

Although it was reached, everyone was still a little nervous. After all, admitting failure is a very painful thing. Within the cult forces that are highly hierarchical and do not allow failure, the losers will pay a heavy price.

The man in black gritted his teeth: "Mr. Clayton, report to the high priest, before the situation was not bad."

The four of them all turned their eyes to the end of the long tabletop. The man in black robe who did not say a word was staring at him quietly, waiting for the person in charge of the operation here to speak.

Quiet~.

After waiting for a while, the man in black robes named Clayton spoke in a hoarse and dry throat: "Let's go all blame on that bastard Murfit later."

The other four people nodded together, which was not unfair to Murphy. This time, the high-level and above were the senior leaders. There were originally eight people in the senior management, one master, seven master level, and Clayton, the master level, overview of the overall situation, while the rest were scattered everywhere, while Murphy was responsible for the preparations for Thorn City, but he accidentally acted too much, which attracted the attention of the official Thorn City.

It would be fine if it attracted the attention of the official, but it also attracted the attention of [Red Dagger]. When I took action, I didn’t expect that there was a high-level ranger hidden on the tree...

A series of accidental factors added up, causing Murfit's inevitable failure, and also implicated two other high-level companions.

The master-level evil god priest named Clayton carefully took out a crystal ball from his arms and placed it on the table.

This crystal ball is not the ordinary transparent crystal ball. There is a gray smoke filled with the crystal ball. The gray smoke is still flowing constantly, and the strange pale light flashes under the reflection of the candlelight.

The low and hoarse spell sounded, and the crystal ball gradually reacted. The gray smoke in it floated out in wisps, floating in the air to form a human head image. The human head image looked cold and looked at the five people in the tent.

The five of them were nervous, bent down together, and said with a respectful look: "Master High Priest."

"Say," the voice was cold and hoarse.

"Sir, this is the thing..."

After some explanation, the high priest of the [Salvation Church] understood what everyone meant. The five people's mission was about to fail, so they found themselves to find a way to remedy.

"A bunch of waste!"

First, he scolded everyone, making everyone silent. Then the high priest changed his voice: "But you are not hopeless. You didn't contact me after the situation was irreversible. I will give you the last chance. Come on, put your hands on the crystal ball..."

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Modo Peak Forest, the top of Oka City, in Red Fort.

In sharp contrast to the angry and full-time enemy, Jose is enjoying the food carefully cooked by the halfling chef while listening to Van Cliff's report on the results of the fight against the [Salvation Church].

"Master, over the past week, we have discovered two large-scale gathering sites, wiped out 32 evil gods and cultists, wiped out 225 flesh and blood puppets, and seized..."

It turns out that it is such a wise decision to bring the [Church of Justice] in. [Church of Justice] is simply the nemesis of all kinds of evil god churches. Understanding most of the means and style of the evil god churches makes the action to combat the evil god church smoothly.

And [Wind Speech Alliance] also played a positive role, which was the icing on the cake.

After the record report was completed, Van Cliff looked up at the Red Dragon feasting in front of the dining table.

"Master, the evil gods and cultists inside the Triangle Plain have been cleaned up. I discussed with the two guests and decided to investigate the wider grassland outside the Triangle Plain. After the intelligence collection these days, we have obtained a lot of information about suspicious places..."

While listening to his subordinates' battle, Jose tore off a three-meter-long moose thigh and gnawed it like a chicken leg. The precious spices on the moose from the southern sea islands stimulated the taste buds, secreted water from the mouth, and chewed slowly.

Swallowing the food in his mouth, he also came up with the answers to his thoughts.

"According to information, the enemy's main force is still outside the triangular plain, and the deterrence of the magic tower is not enough to cover there. The enemy you face may not be just cultists. Be careful in everything and notify me in time if there are any changes."

"Get it," Van Cliff nodded.

Jose's words changed: "However, with the participation of the [Church of Justice] this time, there is no need to worry about the [Parliament of the North Witches] stabbing the cold knife in the back."

"In case, I still have to bring an army, emmm..."

Jose thought in his mind that among the master warriors under his command, the werewolf, Hog River Claw, guarding the underground all year round, guarding against the invasion of mobile jade forces; the dog-headed man, Soda Blood-Tooth, is responsible for the city defense of Oka City, and the capital needs the strong to support the storefront; and Gram Masao is responsible for maintaining the safety of the trade routes and deterring the robbers on the grassland; Udi Shiya is in charge of the city of Thorns, and the Triangle Plain also needs the strong to guard; and the ogre-Agron Stone-graveler is not suitable for being the commander; the dog-headed man, Hazard Blood-Tooth, is responsible for the defense of the Modo Peak Forest, and is also unable to leave.

After thinking about it, he decided to let Grame Shihhn put the maintenance of the trade route first, which happened to be very suitable for the Mercedes-Benz Grassland.

With a thought, he notified the orcs' family and assigned tasks.

"Greme will lead a thousand elite wolf cavalrymen to wait for you at the vanguard outpost on the border, and you will work together with him."

Van Cliff's face was happy. Needless to say, the orc chief - Grame Shihhh, he is the most powerful warrior under the Red Dragon. He has the hope of breaking through the legendary master-level powerhouse, and has rich combat experience in leading the army and has led the army to chase and kill grassland robbers many times.

The orc wolf cavalry under Grame is also a powerful brigade. Thanks to the rich professional education resources of the Modo Peak Forest, nearly half of the professionals in the wolf cavalry, and the red dragon also specially added the word "elite". I think even if not all of them are professionals, most of them are professionals.

In addition, his two allies, "Red Dagger", "Job Church" and "Wind Speech Alliance", chasing the "Savior Church" is simply like killing a chicken with a slaughter.

After eating the food, Jose wiped his paws with a silk napkin and said lightly: "The Modo Peak Forest is about to open, and I don't want to hear news of large-scale casualties. Okay, go down."

"yes!"

The werewolf thief retreated, and Jose also got up and left the restaurant, headed to the Magic Tower library to start reading in his spare time, reading the mage's notes, travel notes, archaeological investigations and research, etc.

With the development of power to this point, most of the troubles are no longer necessary for him to take action personally. He just needs to be in charge of command in the rear and let his family members or army kill the enemy.

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Three days later, on the northern prairie.

An orc wolf cavalry was riding a snow-white wolf on the grassland. He was fully armed and well-equipped, with a traditional orc horn helmet on his head, wearing high-quality leather armor made of yak leather, with whips and machetes on both sides of the belt around his waist, and a bow and arrow and quiver behind him. His sharp eyes like a lone wolf swept into the lush grass at the knees, and a full body exuded a sense of heroism.

Yamo White Wolf, this is his name, a beginner warrior who has just passed the wolf cavalry assessment.

Thanks to the open policy implemented by the Red Dragon, the indigenous clans of the grassland can also pass the wolf cavalry trial and join the wolf cavalry team led by the stone hammer orcs. Yamo White Wolf is the beneficiary of this policy and has become a formal citizen of the Forsy Kingdom through the trial.

His biggest dream was to bring the entire White Wolf Tribe into the Kingdom of Forsy, so as not to lose peace on the grassland. It would be difficult to realize this dream and require a lot of military merit.

Therefore, during this cult investigation, he was very active and always fought on the front line.

This time, the mission he received was to detect a suspicious indigenous orc tribe, named the Saw Blade Tribe.

According to information, the Sawblade Tribe was originally a medium-sized orc tribe with a population of 700 or 800 people at its peak. However, this tribe is not far from the Triangle Plain. The prosperity of the Triangle Plain formed a huge siphon effect on the grassland natives. The young people in the tribe left one after another, and the Sawblade Tribe quickly declined, and now there are only one or two hundred people left.

Far away, Yamo White Wolf saw the tent on the grassland in the distance and realized that he was about to approach his destination. He clamped the wolf's belly and signaled the wolf's crotch to slow down.

The wolf who was fed from childhood understood the meaning of his master and slowed down and trotted forward. The orc knight stared at the calm Sawblade tribe.

It was around 10 o'clock in the morning, and the sun was shining. It was a good time for herders to herd cattle and sheep. However, the Sawblade tribe was silent. Not to mention orcs, even cattle and sheep were not seen.

Something happened to this tribe.

Yamo Bailang narrowed his eyes slightly, his face became serious, and he was full of energy.

Gradually, he smelled the stench that came with the wind. This was the stench of corpses that were not properly buried after death and were exposed to rot in the air.

The distance was getting closer and closer, the odor became more and more obvious, and the speed of the wolf cavalry was getting slower and slower. Judging from the odor of the corpse, he judged that there might be no living people in the Sawblade tribe.

Not long after, he came around the Sawblade tribe and saw orc corpses scattered between the tents, as well as cattle and sheep corpses.

Not only are there no living people, there are not even living things.

Although he was brave enough to participate in the war, Yamo Bailang was not reckless. On the contrary, he was very cautious and never took risks easily if he was not sure about things, and this time was no exception.

Instead of going directly to the tribe to check the situation, he maintained a safe distance of twenty meters, rode a wolf and slowly moved around the sawblade tribe, observing the situation inside the tribe from various angles, and seeing scattered corpses, stained with black blood on the tent.

These people have been dead for at least two days.

He was not sure whether the murderer had left, nor was he sure whether there was a backup plan in the tribe, leaving behind the out-of-control flesh and blood puppet to plot against the pursuers. This kind of situation has not happened.

"Snowball, let's scream."

The wolf under his crotch understood and raised his head and let out two "wow" sounds.

The flesh and blood puppet has no wisdom. If there is no control of the cultists, they will take action when they hear the sound. Therefore, making a sound is an effective way to determine whether there are flesh and blood puppets ambushing.

However, the Sawblade tribe still had no movement.

Yamo White Wolf was relieved. Cultists were also humans and could not stand it even if they stayed in such a foul environment for a long time. In addition, there was no sign of new activities found, and after a comprehensive measurement, he decided to enter the tribe and look for clues that the tribe was slaughtered.

After all, the difference between going back to submit a job like this and finding out the cause of the massacre before going back to submit a job, is not a little bit different from the amount of military merit.

He got off the wolf, walked carefully to the tribe's door with the wolf, walked to the nearest corpse, and looked down.

The large orc corpse fell to the ground with its back facing the tribe gate. There was a wound the size of a bowl on its back, with white bones exposed, and the rotten body emitted an unpleasant odor.

Death from the magic shot from behind, the enemy launched an attack from the inside of the tribe.

Yamo White Wolf made a judgment in his heart and turned the corpse over. He found that there were wounds on the front of the strong orc.

I had resisted but had no hope of victory and had to choose to escape, but unfortunately I still couldn't escape.

He looked at the corpse's strong arms again, and he judged that the corpse was not weak during his lifetime and had a high status in the tribe.

According to the results of the wolf cavalry training, Yamo White Wolf conveyed the message of excavating the corpses to the greatest extent, and then looked up at a quiet orc tribe. The corpses were scattered all over the ground, including orcs, cattle and sheep, and several wolves.

He judged the location of the disaster from the orc corpse direction, and finally determined the tents in the center of the tribe. The source of the disaster was the most hopeful place to find out the cause.

No longer hesitated, he walked towards the target tent with the wolf and kept abreast of the surroundings so as not to suddenly pop up in the tent.

There was nothing wrong with it, but what he didn't notice was that at the gate of the tribe, the strong orc corpse, who had been dead for a long time, suddenly opened its eyes. In the empty eyes, the unknown ice blue energy filled the eyeballs.

The corpse sat upright from the ground like a mechanical one, slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the wolf cavalry walking. At this time, the wolf cavalry entered a target tent, leaving only the tumbling curtain swinging.

Entering the inside of the tent, Yamo Bailang suddenly noticed the corpse of a thin orc in the corner. Judging from the corpse dress, the thin orc was a shaman of the Saw Blade Tribe. He was tightly holding the sheep skull staff, his face full of anger and disbelief.

“What the hell happened?”

Yamo White Wolf had sharp eyes and saw a book on the waist of the old shaman, not a magic book, but an ordinary notebook imported from the south.

Since the rise of the Modo Peak Forest, the Red Dragon forces have maintained commercial security, and the business costs of Yangfan Port to the central prairie have been reduced again and again. Coupled with the competition between the Duron Pass controlled by the Kingdom of Dana and the Kingdom of Odyssey, commodity prices have also fallen, so that the indigenous people of the grassland can also purchase low-priced goods.

Of course, low prices are just compared to the past, commercial activities in the central prairie are still huge profits.

When ~.

After getting the notebook, Yamo Bailang was about to open it when he suddenly heard the sound of stepping on an iron tool outside. He was shocked with the wolf and hurriedly ran towards the tent door.

He suddenly lifted the curtain of the tent, his hair stood up behind him and his scalp became numb.

At some point, the strong orc corpse at the entrance of the tribe walked to the center of the tribe, and was slowly moving with its feet, empty, and the dead blue eyes were staring at him.

Not only that, other corpses in the tribe began to revive, their palms groping around on the ground, and even the fast-reviving corpses struggled to sit up.
Chapter completed!