Legendary Hero

South, Vendome.

This is already the kingdom of the undead. There are rows of patrolling gargoyles and undead griffins flying in the sky, and the ground is crowded with skeletons. Intermediate and high-level undead in armor often walk around.

The same is true inside the city, and the same is true outside the city. The number is dense and almost endless.

The sky is always shrouded in dark clouds. Even though there are thousands of golden lights falling down on the distant sea level, the sky of Vendôme is always gray.

"Gah~" With a piercing scream like an owl, a gargoyle flew from the north, flew all the way to the great castle of Vendome, and when it got close, it flew towards the arched balcony of a room, and finally Stop on the balcony.

"Gah~" There was another scream, and a white and clean skeleton in the room pushed open the crystal door and came out, skillfully took out a scroll from the bamboo tube tied to the gargoyle's arm, and then walked into the room.

This room is a study room, which is actually the previous lord's study room. It is clean, tidy and spacious. Except for being darker, it is exactly the same as in the past. Its current owner is the Lich Disentas.

He was sitting behind the desk dealing with official documents. These were the news sent back from various undead generals. He had to sort them out one by one, and then reply with new instructions.

As the commander of the undead army, Disentas is very, very busy.

The white skeleton put the new document on the desk. Disentas glanced at it. He was going to deal with it step by step, but suddenly saw the urgent stamp on the document, so he put down the other documents first and took it away. Open this file and look at it.

The content of the document is very short: "The Northern Fleet is going south. There are three ironclad warships and hundreds of merchant ships. Their whereabouts are secret."

Disentas frowned, and a large-scale fleet of hundreds of merchant ships went south. What does this mean?

If the fleet were all ironclad warships, Disentas would not even think about it, and immediately ordered all the undead to retreat from the coastal Vendome, but if it was a merchant ship, it was either transporting goods or transporting people. It is impossible to transport goods, the south is already the territory of the dead, how can there be goods to transport?

What if it is a transporter? The surviving people in the south have all been rescued, and those who have not left have become undead. What good luck is there?

In the blink of an eye, Disentas's heart suddenly moved: "No, there is still the last batch. There are still 60,000 to 70,000 orcs hiding in the Hengduan Mountains!"

He speculated all the way along this line of thought, and couldn't help sneering: "Well, the Beast King is a hero, and he actually asked the north for help. I don't know who in the north is so generous, and actually sent a boat."

A fleet composed of more than one hundred merchant ships is also rare in the mainland. Ordinary lords don’t have this ability at all, not even Grand Duke Lehman. It’s not because the Grand Duke is not strong, but because of the Grand Duke’s fire lion Inland, he paid little attention to the navy.

The six ironclad warships given to him by the Primo family were placed in the river outside Fire Lion City to watch and play, and he never let them enter the sea.

And the strength of the major families along the northern coast is very clear to Disentas, and none of them has such strength, unless... unless it is the Primo family that has just settled in Fix Island.

Although the Primo family fled to the north, they plundered all the wealth of the entire city before fleeing. In addition, his family started from business and attached great importance to shipping. If anyone has the ability to organize such a fleet, Then it must be the Primo family.

Thinking of this, Disentas put down the file and pondered how to intercept the fleet.

naval battle? It's unrealistic, he doesn't have a boat at all, and he can't open the port even if he has a boat, because most of the undead's brains are not bright, and there are too few qualified sailors. Disentas tried several times, but failed every time, isn't it impossible? If you can't drive out of the harbor, you will get lost at sea. What's more, you will disappear and never come back while driving.

After several blows, Disentas gave up his plan to form the Undead Navy.

In this way, the undead griffins and gargoyles can only be intercepted. Thinking of this, Disentas raised his head and said to the white skeleton: "Go and call Genofrin."

Genofrin, the undead pharmacist, was a famous alchemist during his lifetime. When he was dying, he turned himself into an immortal lich. When the army of undead was formed, Disentas recruited this person to become First Apothecary of the Legion.

After a while, Genofrin, who was wearing a blue alchemist robe, came over. Like Disentas, his body under the robe was a skeleton.

"My lord, what do you want from me?" He asked, his voice sounded like the wind that skeletons and undead often have.

"There is a large fleet going south. It is estimated that they want to transport the orcs from the south to the north. I am going to send our flying troops to intercept them when they pass the coast of Vendome. To deal with wooden ships, of course fire is the best. I I want to ask, how many fire oil barrels do we have?"

The kerosene barrel, which was made by Genovlin, contains special kerosene, which burns very violently, the flame is blue, and when water is poured on it, it burns even more vigorously. If a living person throws it in, almost It was silent for a second. In just twenty seconds, the living will be burned to ashes, which is very terrifying.

At that time, let the gargoyle throw this kind of violently burning fire oil barrel onto the opponent's ship, and then ignite it, it will be exciting to think about it. ,

But the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is a bit cruel.

"Forgive me, the quantity is not large, only twenty barrels." Genoflin's voice was full of helplessness.

"That's all for a month?" Disentas frowned. He originally planned to use this fire oil barrel to deal with the Davik Fortress.

Now that the production efficiency is so low, he hesitated in his heart. If it is used to intercept the fleet, the share of the fortress will be less. This is obviously very uneconomical, because breaking the fortress is the most important thing.

Genoflin explained: "My lord, those low-level undead are too stupid. You know, alchemy is a delicate job, especially the refining is very dangerous fire oil, which will explode if you are not careful. I can't risk using undead. We can use those living people. But there are not many living people in our city, and none of them have any alchemy foundation..."

"Okay, I got it. I will issue a document and collect more living people to send to you. No matter what, when we launch an attack on the fortress, I must see 200 barrels of fire oil!"

"As long as there are enough people, there should be no problem." Genoflin nodded, and then said: "For the fleet, you don't have to use fire. My lord, I have a solution."

"you say."

"You see, our undead don't need to breathe, we can stay underwater forever, why not prepare now, let the brigade of undead dive into the bottom of the sea, wait on the bottom of the sea, wait for each other..."

Before Genofrin finished speaking, he was interrupted by Disentas: "Gnovelin, you don't understand the ocean. There is deep water near Vendôme. If you walk less than a hundred kilometers away, the sea will not be deep enough. At the bottom, there is tremendous pressure underwater, enough to crush bones, this method will not work."

He had thought about such a simple method a long time ago, and even used this layman as a reminder.

"Oh, pardon my ignorance." Genoflin spread his hands.

"Then you back down. By the way, bring all the twenty barrels of kerosene. I must at least teach that fleet a lesson!"

"Yes, my lord."

After Genofrin withdrew, Disentas looked at the documents on the table again, pondered for a long time, first wrote a document, and handed it to the white skeleton: "Let the gargoyle be sent to the south by Marshal Arnoson. inside."

Aren't you the orcs? I can't stop you at sea, but on land, I have countless soldiers. If I find your landing point, I will catch you all in one go!

After finishing the document, Disentas stood up, walked out of the study, and walked towards the training ground outside the castle.

The training ground is very empty, there is only one person, and that is the sword master Mo Luogen. There was an accident on his trip to the north this time, and he lost his sword, so he changed to a new one. These days, he has been staying in the training ground, day and night, getting familiar with the new weapon.

Disentas was very, very disappointed with this defeat of Moro Vaughan, and was extremely unhappy in his heart, but even so, he could only endure it and dare not scold this person. Because in the eyes of the master Ertus, the status of the other party is the same as him, or even higher.

Moro Volgan also saw Disentas. He didn't stop, but slowed down a little, and asked, "What can I ask the Generalissimo of the Undead to find me in person?"

"The north organized a fleet to go south to rescue the orcs." Disentas said briefly. He didn't like Moro Vaughan, and he knew that the other party didn't like him, so he didn't bother to say a word.

Mo Luogen was silent for a while, and then praised: "It's so bold."

The human race and the orcs are great enemies, and now they can give up such a huge prejudice and deal with the undead together, and they don't know who is promoting this plan. No matter who it is, this kind of mind and vision are very rare.

Praising his opponent, Disentas became more and more unhappy, and said lightly: "I think there must be strong people participating in the fleet, so I would like to invite you to go to the south, after Marshal Arnold Sen finds the landing point of the fleet , would you like to help me?"

"Oh." Moro Vaughan nodded: "Don't worry, I will go."

"Thank you." Disentas refused to stay here for a moment, turned around and left, but finally couldn't hold back: "This time, I don't want to see failure."

Mo Luogen ignored him, and he didn't have any affection for this gloomy archmage. In the past, if he saw this kind of traitor, he would kill him with a sword. But now he has also become a traitor, and he has no confidence.

After practicing for a while, Moro Vaughn stopped and began to think about this task: "Go south to rescue the orcs, who can do this?"

After thinking about it, Mo Luogen didn't have any clue, he still had too little information: "No matter who it is, when I see it, I will give you a decent way to die."