From Skeleton Soldiers to King of the Undead

Philip followed the blacksmith to a door.

Blake looked a little nervous and swallowed, then knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?!" A woman's voice with a rough tone came from inside the room.

"It's me, Blake... uh, I'm the blacksmith." Blake was afraid that the other party wouldn't remember his voice and name, so he quickly revealed his professional identity.

He was ten times more careful with the female orc in the room than he was with Scar.

Soon, there were slight footsteps in the house, and someone came over.

To Philip's surprise, it was a little girl who opened the door.

She has short brown hair and long bangs covering her eyes. She is probably about the same age as herself.

Are there any children in the Eagle Group? Phillip felt a little incredible.

The girl nodded slightly and said softly: "Lord Wolf is inside, please come in."

As soon as he entered the room, Phillip let out an exclamation and stepped back in fright.

I saw that one wall of the house was covered with the heads of various monsters and animals:

There are pale human skulls, huge and ferocious burrowing spiders, swamp crocodiles full of fangs, moose with big horns, gray wolves, brown bears...

There were also many hideous heads that looked like they belonged to extremely dangerous and powerful monsters. They seemed to come from the depths of the Undead Mountains, but Philip couldn't identify them.

If these were hunted by the owner of the room, then this person's strength must be beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Crunch, crunch..." A strange sound came from the side.

Phillip quickly turned his head and looked.

I saw a female werewolf with a beast-like face sitting on the bed at the other end of the room, grinding her teeth with an iron sword in her hand.

She has a pair of silver-haired animal ears, long bright silver hair, and a thick tail with explosive hair.

Wearing brown leather armor, revealing well-defined muscles and large areas of wheat-colored skin.

It has a wild and beautiful face, a pair of violent dark yellow eyes, sharp white fangs, and thin lips dripping with transparent saliva.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

Her eyes were cloudy and she let out a low growl like a wolf. The stainless steel sword she held in her hand had been bitten into holes.

There was also a fine steel shield on the ground at his feet, which was covered with deep scratches, as if it had been sharpened by a steel beast.

Phillip's heart trembled!

This...is this the wolf-orc Wolf?

He felt that the person in front of him was not an orc, but a violent beast!

What he is afraid of now is not that he will be treated roughly, but that he will be directly bitten to death and eaten by the other party!

The blacksmith bowed his head and showed a flattering smile, "Captain Wolf, I brought this person here. This is my gift to you."

There was a trace of anger on Phillip's face. It felt uncomfortable to be treated as an object.

The female werewolf sitting on the bed regained some clarity and looked at the blacksmith and Philip.

When she saw the pale and frail boy, her ears perked up and her eyes instantly straightened.

The female werewolf spoke in a magnetic and hoarse voice: "Blacksmith, you did a good job."

She took out a silver coin from under the pillow and threw it on the ground, "From now on, you are an official member of the Eagle Group, under the name of my werewolf Wolf."

"Thank you, thank you!" The blacksmith picked up the silver coins on the ground with a look of surprise on his face.

"Then I'll leave first, Philip, you have to behave well." The blacksmith patted the young man on the shoulder and hurriedly left here.

The female werewolf looked at Phillip, waved and was about to speak when the knock on the door rang again.

"Come in!" Wolf scratched his long hair with an irritated expression.

The wooden door opened, and a tall and muscular pig-eared orc walked in, carrying a broad sword on his back.

He saluted the female werewolf on the bed and said, "Captain Wolf, there is a message from Captain Finn at the front, asking for your support."

Wolf dug his ears and asked: "Did they encounter some difficult prey? Or what I said last time, some high-level undead?"

Phillip on the side was moved. As a necromancer, he was very interested in this kind of topic.

Although he has made a contract with an undead monster, he has not met him yet and does not know its strength.

But he also knew that since his own magic power was weak, the contracted monster would probably not be very strong either.

Not to mention the terrifying female werewolf in front of me, I'm afraid it can't even compare to the prey hanging on the wall by Wolf.

The pig-eared orc nodded and said: "Yes, it is now confirmed that there is a very dangerous high-level undead operating outside the mountains.

“Just this morning, a group of Captain Finn’s men were attacked again, by a skeleton knight riding a moose and holding a spear!

"It killed a mage, a priest and a swordsman. Scar, who rushed to support, fought with it several times, but he couldn't stop it."

Skeleton Knight! If only I had such a strong undead...

Philip listened intently without blinking, fascinated by the monster in the mouth of the pig beast.

A cold smile broke out on Wolf's beautiful face, revealing his sharp white fangs, "Since this undead can't even kill Finn's Scar, it's not my turn to help, right?"

The pig-headed man nodded and said: "What Captain Finn means is that in order to prevent greater risks, I ask you, who is powerful, to take charge."

"Oh, are you flattering me? Okay, okay, I'll think about it, you go out first!" Wolf curled his lips and waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, please have a good rest." The pig-orc took one look at the young man in the room, then turned and left.

At this time, Wolf looked at Phillip and waved to him, "Come here."

Phillip felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He mustered up the courage and walked to the female werewolf with trembling legs.

He took courage and said in a trembling voice: "I didn't come here voluntarily..."

However, Wolf showed a satisfied smile, nodded and said: "Very good, I like prey that is struggling desperately, you can resist and use a little harder..."

After saying that, she hugged the boy in her arms.

Philip let out a scream of fright,

Like a drowning man, the young man stretched out a hand for help...and then quickly fainted.

"Well……"

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a messy bed alone.

The skin on his body felt wet, and there was a strong smell of wild beasts.

The sky outside the window has darkened, and it can be estimated that half a day has passed.

Where's Wolf?

He raised his hand and found that the wound on his wrist had been re-bandaged with a white bandage, and it felt slightly cool to the touch. It must have been applied with ointment.

There was a sound next to him, and Phillip turned his head to look. It was the girl with short brown hair and bangs covering her eyes.

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