Emperor of Arcane

November 20th.

Negative.

The desolate cold wind howled and blew.

The blowing turned the grass and trees yellow and chilled the wilderness.

The heavily armored soldiers lined up and rushed into the city gate.

The Mo Dao made of fine gold is almost indestructible.

The orc soldiers with shabby equipment had nothing to block this deadly blade.

If the knife blocks the knife, it will break; if the stick blocks the stick, it will break.

No matter how strong a flesh and blood body is, it can't resist two sudden swings of the knife.

Ordinary orc soldiers will fall with one strike.

The elite orc soldiers could not withstand two rounds.

As for the senior orc who led the team, he had already been shot into a hedgehog by a crossbow arrow coated with poison.

Watered with blood, the heavily armored soldiers became stronger and stronger.

Every ruthless slash was as crisp as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The orc soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and the sounds of wailing and screaming became weaker and weaker.

Other soldiers filed in, not in a hurry to search for loot, but to seize the favorable terrain first and eliminate the remaining orc soldiers bit by bit.

Some of the soldiers did not take action, silently watching the orc soldiers fleeing in panic.

Once traces of an orc spellcaster are found, they will immediately be shot with a special crossbow.

Special crossbow arrows coated with special anesthetic have extraordinary penetrating power and are miraculous against some magic barriers.

Soldiers from each team perform their duties, like efficient and sophisticated killing machines, taking the entire town into their hands as quickly as possible.

Except for a few orc spellcasters, all the orc soldiers were cleared away and piled outside to be burned.

The adventurers who saw this scene not far away were filled with joy and amazement in their eyes.

"It must be someone from the Gulf Territory. They captured this place in less than an hour. There were more than 2,000 orcs inside..."

"Haha, maybe in the eyes of the Gulf Territory soldiers, that's not more than 2,000 orcs, but more than 20,000 gold coins?"

"There's nothing wrong with saying that, but I'm a little curious as to why the Gulf Territory didn't capture the orc soldiers."

"Isn't this simple? The Gulf Territory will only capture those obedient guys. They don't even want to capture violent orcs like this as slaves."

"That's right. The kobolds in the dark forest and the murlocs in the misty swamp are both very obedient..."

"I forgot to mention one kind, the ogres in the Troll Valley!"

"That's right. If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten. That little fat guy is really interesting."

"..."

The new adventurers did not interrupt rashly, but listened to their bragging with interest.

Yes, they think these guys are just bragging.

It's not like they haven't seen arcane masters taming various magical creatures or servants.

But those are usually just one or two cases, not a large swath of the Gulf Territory.

Seeing the disapproval on the faces of these new adventurers, the adventurers in the discussion couldn't help but smile to themselves.

They are also happy to do this, just to seize the time when these guys don't understand the Gulf Territory and take more advantages in advance.

Only in this way can we not be eliminated in the increasing competition.

The adventurers outside were preparing to look for traces of other orc soldiers.

Matthew had already entered the interior of the castle and was looking at the various harvests in the warehouse with great joy.

The vast majority of orc soldiers only know how to plunder food and weapons and equipment, and they will also plunder some humans to serve as slaves and sacrifices.

At the same time, they will also take away coins when they leave. Of course they will not use them themselves, but it does not prevent them from using them to purchase weapons and equipment.

There are always some people who choose to cooperate with them for profit.

Now, except for the weapons and equipment and some food that were taken away, everything including gold coins was left in the warehouse.

Just like raiding other territorial warehouses, Matthew accepted it unceremoniously.

In this current season, the accumulation of materials is becoming more and more important, and there are some things that cannot be bought even with gold coins.

Just like what Harley Knight hinted at when he spoke back.

"Hey, City Lord Anne really needs Thorium, but I need it even more!"

Matthew is willing to share some of his profits, but that doesn't mean he is willing to compromise.

He and the Gulf Territory do not owe Bloodmoon City and City Lord Anne!

"Let's go and see the secret room. I hope there will be some surprises for us inside."

After hearing this, Beelzebub followed Matthew step by step, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Although the lord could always see through the enemy's tracks, Beelzebub never relaxed his demands on himself.

343 followed Matthew, looking at the slightly excited expression on his face, and couldn't help but feel a little weird.

"Killing the enemy, his face is expressionless, winning, his face is calm."

"But why did he become so excited when he came to these ruins?"

"Does he know there's something good in it?"

With doubts, 343 followed Matthew.

She doesn't understand the joy of searching for loot after players fight.

She noticed Beelzebub's secret vigilance, but she didn't pay too much attention to it.

She doesn't understand human emotions very well, and all her reactions at this time are more of a summary of memory.

She cared more about practicality, and as long as Matthew didn't explicitly refuse, it was always good to get more information.

Matthew found traces of the secret room on the inner wall of the castle basement, and activated it very simply, triggering a spell alarm.

However, no one can respond to this spell alarm now.

343 looked at Matthew curiously, skillfully opening the door equipped with a spell trap, as if it was as simple as eating and drinking, and couldn't help but be more curious about his identity and background.

It should be more than just the heir of the Seer family...

Seeing that the secret room had been opened, Matthew had no intention of going in himself, so he ordered the puppet golem to go in first to test it.

Matthew has another label of caution and caution.

"20 kilograms of thorium, 50 kilograms of mithril, 3 kilograms of fine gold, 123 rare high-level magic materials..."

"7 pieces of advanced magic equipment, 22 pieces of space props..."

"4 spell books, 23 spell scrolls..."

"The essence of more than 300 years of accumulation is all here..."

343 Watching Matthew counting the harvest, he was somewhat thankful that the current matter was not known to City Lord Anne.

Otherwise, the city lord, who is no longer short of money but is very short of various rare magic materials, will definitely join this ranks.

No way, burning money is only half of the experiment.

"It's a waste to keep so many good things here, why not give them all to me!"

Seeing that Matthew accepted it without any psychological burden, 343 gave this strange guy another interesting label.

Just as Matthew was browsing the spell book to clear away the traces of his and others' arrival.

A communication technique flew over.

"Rebecca sent a signal for help, Crescent Island was attacked by orcs!"