Chapter 19, Kill Zhuang Hong
As Zhuang Hong spoke, he carefully observed Ke Duo.
There is nothing wrong with the plan just now.
The fact that the other party has come to meet can also prove the feasibility of the plan.
But they obviously underestimated that lord, a lord with a special camp who could control skeletons.
The trap failed, which made Zhuang Hong very uneasy.
Stay under someone's roof and rely on others to breathe.
It's him at this time.
The orc has the power to decide his life and death, so he has to be careful to flatter him.
"If you weren't still useful, I would have killed you long ago." Ke Duo said coldly.
Zhuang Hong's territory is already an affiliated village of the Fire Blade Tribe.
Resources are collected for the tribe every day.
It would be a pity to kill such a free labor force.
"Yes, I will do my job well." Zhuang Hong kept wiping his sweat and promised again and again.
"Hmph, it's best to reflect your value..."
Whoosh whoosh!
At this moment, a dense sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded outside the room.
Then came the painful howls of the orc warriors.
Ke Duo stood up suddenly and walked out. As soon as he stepped out, he saw arrows falling directly on his head.
Bang bang bang!
Arrows as dense as raindrops fell, like a huge net, covering the entire camp.
Arrows tore through the tent, and orcs kept falling down.
"Bone arrow!" Ke Duo casually picked up an arrow outside the door.
When the bone arrowhead touches the ground, it breaks into pieces, leaving only some remaining bones at the shaft.
"Look for cover, don't run around." Ke Duo shouted loudly.
The scurrying orcs began to look for cover to avoid the arrows.
There were not many bunkers in the camp. Those who squeezed into the bunkers survived, but those who did not.
The rain of arrows lasted for more than ten minutes.
Except for a few who used the corpses of their companions as shields, many orcs died directly under the bone arrows.
I have never seen such a free salvo like rain.
When the arrow rain stopped, Ke Duo and others walked out of the hall and climbed onto the city wall.
When he saw the skeleton holding a two-handed crossbow outside in the moonlight, Kedo could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
Roaring: "It's those low-level skeletons, warriors of the Fire Blade Tribe, pick up your weapons and follow me to kill them all."
roar! !
Ho ho ho!
The morale of the orcs was ignited, they picked up the weapons around them and roared loudly.
More than a thousand orc warriors, like angry beasts, rushed towards the skeleton in front.
Their eyes were scarlet and they looked like they were crazy.
With a heavy sense of oppression.
However.
When the orcs broke out of the camp.
A large number of skeleton soldiers came out from both sides of the road.
At first sight, the entire forest is filled with skeletons holding sharp blades.
No commands are required.
The next second, the two sides fought together.
Twenty thousand versus one thousand.
At the moment of the fight, the sea of skeletons submerged more than a thousand orcs, and no one could be found at all.
There were only howls of anger and unwillingness from the orcs.
Half an hour later.
The battle was completely over, all the orcs were killed, and even Kedo died tragically.
No one survived.
Fang Hao controlled the skeleton soldiers and walked into the camp on the blood.
Zhuang Hong hid in the corner, his body trembling.
He..., he is finished. If I had known better, I would not have provoked this person.
Why should I stand up so stupidly, make suggestions for the orcs, and provoke this person?
"Zhuang Hong, right? I should have remembered your name correctly. Do you have any last words?" Fang Hao came to him and asked softly.
"No, don't kill me. I was wrong. I am willing to give you my territory. We are fellow villagers. Don't kill me." Zhuang Hong begged for mercy loudly.
He can negotiate with orcs and humans.
Although the other party is just a skeleton now, he can be sure that the other party must be a human being.
Zhuang Hong still held a trace of luck in his heart.
But these words had no effect on Fang Hao.
"These are your last words? I understand." He raised the iron sword in his hand.
Zhuang Hong's body trembled and he shouted loudly: "What can I do? My territory is near the orc tribe. I also want to live. What can I do if I don't depend on them? Is it wrong for me to want to live? I just want to live. Go down..."
At the end of his speech, Zhuang Hong began to cry bitterly.
Everyone's experience is different.
Zhuang Hong thought his start was not good, but Fang Hao's start was a narrow escape.
The only reason is that Zhuang Hong chose the wrong path.
He chose to kill Fang Hao.
"I understand. If you can return to Earth after death, remember to entrust your dreams to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Hao slashed out his sword and easily slit his throat.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Zhuang Hong's face was full of panic, and he covered his throat with both hands, trying to survive.
But everything was in vain, and in the end he could only collapse to the ground, his eyes gradually becoming dull.
……
The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy.
If I had believed Zhuang Hong at first, I would have gone to meet him myself.
Then he is the one who dies.
Zhuang Hong is the winner, a winner who relies on strategy to defeat the enemy.
The same is true now. If Fang Hao wins, there will be no mercy in killing him.
What's wrong? Don't dare next time. We are all fellow villagers.
It's just a loser's way of asking for mercy.
These people will just keep their hatred in mind and wait for new opportunities.
Therefore, killing Zhuang Hong is no more burdensome than killing the lord who drove him out of the tiger's den to steal the treasure chest in the first place.
Bend down and pick up the opponent's Book of Lords.
I opened it and looked at it.
Perhaps because the identity cannot be identified, the body of this skeleton soldier cannot be used at present.
Put the Book of Lords away.
Continuing to control the skeleton, he squatted down and began to take off Zhuang Hong's clothes.
In a few strokes, Zhuang Hong was completely plucked out.
"Quite white!"
This is not because Fang Hao has any special hobbies, but because he really needs these clothes.
After traveling through time, everyone brought their original clothes, but changing them became very troublesome.
Since Zhuang Hong is dead, this outfit is left to him.
As for talking about the clothes of the dead, is it taboo?
This point does not appear here in Fang Hao.
This world is a life-and-death situation. I dare to kill people, so why don’t I dare to wear clothes?
He took off his blood-stained clothes, pants, and sneakers and put them aside.
This pair of sneakers is really good, and it’s expensive at first glance.
"Someone, bury him."
Two skeleton soldiers came in, lifted Zhuang Hong's body and walked outside.
It can be considered that he is buried in peace.
I hope this is a dream, and when I wake up from the dream, everyone returns to their original world.
Walk out of the Patriarch's Hall.
The stars in the sky are still shining, and a ray of morning light has appeared on the horizon.
As a rough estimate, it should be around three or four in the morning.
The skeletons are still busy.
Take off all the equipment of the dead orcs and collect them.
Standing at the door of the hall, Fang Hao felt a stabbing pain in his head.
It was as if someone was playing on his cranial nerves, causing indirect pain.
This includes the fatigue of fighting all night long, as well as the consumption of mental energy from using the [Divine Presence] ability for a long time.
After explaining the work to the skeletons, the [God's presence] state was immediately released.
Return to the original body.
After taking a sip of water, he fell into a deep sleep.
Thanks to the two big guys of ‘Poker Magic’ and ‘Book Friends 20210708194341370’ for their tips.
(End of chapter)