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“Ouch! What are you doing?” Anjia was eating and she rubbed her thigh.
“Um, nothing. Just a little excited.”
“Excited? Why are you smacking my thigh?”
They had a quick dinner.
Fang Hao headed straight to the Trade Alliance store.
Skeleton Merchant Doujin was in a meeting with other merchants.
Seeing Fang Hao approach, he gave a brief explanation, allowing the skeleton merchants to disperse and attend to their affairs.
“Good evening, my Lord,” Doujin greeted with a bow.
“Good evening. Doujin, was there any update on the Dark Gold Heroic Contract that I mentioned last time?” Sitting at the counter, Fang Hao got straight to the point.
Demitrija’s side was making smooth progress.
An Iron Coffin had been found at the bottom of Tanho Lake. According to the information collected, this coffin should contain the last part of the heart mission.
Using the Bone Dragon for transport, it was expected that the coffin would arrive at the main city by tomorrow morning.
It would be better to have a Heroic Contract when the Dark Gold-tier hero was resurrected.
“Not yet, my Lord.” Doujin pondered and said again, “My Lord, these high- level scrolls are hard to come by.”
Fang Hao understood this.
Forget about Dark Gold, there weren’t even any in Orange for sale so far.
“Has the latest order come in?” Fang Hao continued to ask.
But immediately he dismissed the thought.
Even if an order was placed, it was likely no one would sell them.
Moreover, since the Iron Coffin would arrive tomorrow, there wouldn’t be enough time.
“Yes, do you wish to fill one, my Lord?” Doujin asked.
“Not right now.” Fang Hao shook his head.
After chatting with Doujin for a while, he left the Trade Alliance Hall.
He returned to his manor and went to the backyard for a hot spring bath.
Night fell.
The Crescent Heights, in front of Tanho Lake.
The Red Duke gazed at the drag marks on the shore from where the Iron Coffin had been hauled out. His eyes turned a deeper shade of crimson.
Even with the evidence right in front of him, he refused to believe that someone could so easily haul away the Iron Coffin at the bottom of the lake.
Splash!!
At that moment, a member of the Blood Clan emerged, head first, from the lake.
“Your Grace, there is nothing on the lake bed except a few broken iron chains.” The final flicker of hope in the Red Duke’s mind was extinguished by these words.
The Iron Coffin was gone.
“What happened exactly?” The Red Duke bent over, eyes crimson as he lost his composure.
In his rage, he resembled a wild beast that had lost its logic.
Behind the Red Duke, all the members of the Blood Clan bowed their heads, trembling uncontrollably, not daring to speak.
No one knew what had happened.
Tanho Lake had been cleaned out completely.
Aside the missing inhabitants, even the valuable items in the nearby castles were gone without a trace.
Just as the Red Duke was about to unleash his fury and kill someone.
A Blood Servant rushed over.
“Your Grace, there’s a camp beyond the mist. It’s filled with undead soldiers. They must be the ones who stole the treasure from the lake,” he reported.
Most of the Blood Clan had no idea what lay at the bottom of the lake.
They only knew that this was a treasure that the Red Duke held dear.
“Undead?” Endless rage flared up in the Red Duke’s eyes.
This anger was not only towards the undead but also towards the fear that came from knowing his secret had been exposed. The fear deep in his heart.
If that woman was alive, the ways she might torment him…
This fear made him want to leave right away. To leave Crescent Heights, to hide away.
No! I still have a chance. Over such a short distance, the Iron Coffin might still be recoverable.
As his sharp nails dug into his own palm, the ensuing pain forced him to calm down.
The Iron Coffin must be recovered.
Viscous blood dripped from the palm of a hand, the smell of blood making the Blood Clan members nearby swallow hard.
Cold eyes turned to the Blood Servant, a voice coldly asked, “How many of the undead are there?”
“According to the Palebloods, a large fog has risen from the camp, and innumerable undead can be seen outside the fog. There most likely are hundreds of thousands, but these undead don’t seem to be of a high rank.” The Blood Servant answered, head bowed, daring not look into the Duke’s eyes.
Hundreds of thousands.
At the mention of this number, everyone present felt a wave of shock.
What did this imply?
At least it represented the total force of a region.
Even when humans and dwarves teamed up to attack the Blood clan in the past, the number only approached two hundred thousand.
Red Duke narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and then looked at the Blood Clan members behind him again, “Gather all of your people and attack the undead at midnight.”
“Duke, the enemy’s manpower is overwhelming, I fear we may fall into their trap if we attack now,” a member of the Blood Clan ventured to speak softly.
The enemy commanders would certainly anticipate a retaliation from the Blood Clan at night endif they were not fools.
Weren’t they walking into their own deaths then?
Moreover, this kind of immediate counterattack was not an intelligent strategy.
Huh!!
No sooner had the man finished speaking, the Red Duke’s figure appeared before him.
His throat was gripped in one hand, while the other hand directly ripped out his tongue.
Blood sprayed from his mouth.
“I said attack at midnight. Did you hear me?” The Red Duke repeated slowly, stressing each word.
If he was not currently short-staffed, the Red Duke would not have hesitated to kill this over-talkative person.
The Blood Clan member, his tongue ripped out, nodded his head fearfully.
After being thrown out, he immediately ran into the lake, looking for his tongue he had lost.
The Red Duke scanned everyone present again and reminded, “At midnight, bring all your people and take over the undead’s camp in one fell swoop. If we win this time, I’ll offer you the opportunity to be promoted to heroes.”
“Yes, Your Grace.” This time, no one dared to disagree, they all unanimously agreed.
Midnight!
Within the fog.
The Red Duke held a crimson giant sword in his hands, staring coldly at the distant camp.
No one would have thought that an undead army, would cross Pruell City and have built such a large-scale camp in just one day.
And they already led an army to kill several members of the Blood Clan, and stole the iron coffin from beneath the lake.
The Red Duke, possessed longer life and strength greater than normal humans.
He enjoyed all that he had and did not want to lose it.
Therefore, he must win this battle and recapture the Iron Coffin before those damned undead can proceed with their next plan.
“Your Grace, the number of troops have been tallied. There are fifty thousand armed peasants, forty thousand rotting corpses, twenty thousand pale-bloods, ten thousand ferocious bats, three thousand bloodthirsty wolfbats, and three hundred Blood Clan members,” reported the Blood Servant, who was kneeling next to the Red Duke.
The collected forces could be said to have come from Crescent Heights in full strength.
Had Red Duke not been hurrying to retrieve the iron coffin.
Using the thick fog within the highland, they could have slowly dealt with the enemy.
The former human allied army had not gained any advantage in the fog and eventually had to sign a peace agreement.
“Have there been any changes in the enemy’s numbers?” The Red Duke asked aloud.
“No new messages have been sent yet.” The Blood Servant answered.
“Alright, let’s start the attack.”
“Attack!” The Blood Servant shouted loudly.
Armies commissioned by Crescent Heights, under the pressure of the Blood Clan, began to move forward.
Armed peasants holding distributed shields and iron swords walked up front.
Behind them were Palebloods and the Blood Clan members, their eyes crimson red.
They gradually approached the camp up ahead.
“Let the ferocious bats take action.” The Red Duke ordered again.
Whoosh!
The ferocious bats, at tier three, flew to the sky. Their bodies, pitch black, eyes crimson red.
Round metal bombs were tied to their short hind limbs.
Under the cover of night, they quickly flew towards the undead camp.