Chapter 194, Lao Yifu’s Diary
Fang Hao sat on the back of the bone dragon and listened to screams coming from the tavern where the lights were turned off.
If it hadn't been for the Bloodthroat Tribe, Fang Hao wouldn't have been so anxious to kill them.
But now that there is a threat to the north, we cannot allow a potentially dangerous hidden danger to exist in the south.
Therefore, these people chose the wrong time to provoke Fang Hao.
The shouting of killing only lasted for 5 minutes, and the blood hunter jumped out of the window with an old man in his arms.
The huge bat wings flapped and landed on the back of the bone dragon wandering in the air.
At this time, candlelight was lit on the first floor of the tavern, and the bartender's questioning voice came.
"Sir, is this the old man?"
"Yes, let's walk back."
The blood hunter tapped the bone dragon's neck, and the bone dragon flew towards the territory.
……
Hall of Lords.
Fang Hao was sitting on the bone throne, with an old man in pajamas kneeling under him who was still in surprise.
"You, you are the young man who was in the tavern this morning." The old man recognized Fang Hao at a glance.
"You have good eyesight." Fang Hao praised and continued: "The bounty you posted has brought me a lot of trouble. I want to hear how you know about the ancient tomb and why you posted the bounty?"
Old Yifu glanced around.
Except for one beast-eared hero, the hall was filled with bones and undead.
"Sir, my name is Yves. My great-grandfather left a diary and a key. I relied on this information to find the ancient tomb. The reward for you was just a misunderstanding. The mercenaries I hired discovered traces of your team. , and issued this reward.”
The old man's body was trembling slightly, but he was not afraid, but a little excited and a little excited.
Without waiting for Fang Hao to speak, he said again: "Lord Undead, I am willing to give my loyalty and everything in exchange for my allegiance to you."
Old Yifu knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground.
Now he can see it too.
The person in front of him was not a young human being, but a great undead.
The human appearance presented is just an illusion.
Otherwise, he would not be sitting on a throne made of white bones, ordering the many undead below.
When Fang Hao heard the old man's words, he frowned slightly and looked at Nelson beside him.
What's the meaning?
Have you met a believer in the God of the Dead?
There is still a bone fetish plot, why are you so excited?
Nelson noticed Fang Hao's questioning gaze and whispered in Fang Hao's ear: "His vitality has been exhausted and he wants to become immortal."
Fang Hao nodded slightly to express his understanding.
Immortality is the undead's own term, which actually means transformation into the undead.
This old man is too old. Even if the ginseng is dipped in miso, he won't live much longer.
Therefore, he was eager to find a way to extend his life, whether it was becoming a vampire or an undead, as long as he could survive.
"Show me your notebook and keys." Fang Hao said.
Lao Yifu took out an old notebook from his arms and handed it to the girl with animal ears beside him, who then handed it to Fang Hao.
"Sir, the key has been used this morning. We went to the ancient tomb and used the key on the first bronze door. We found that it could not be pulled out and left it there." Old Yifu explained.
Fang Hao took the diary and flipped through two pages.
It does record some information about the ancient tomb.
"So, you came to this ancient tomb to find a way to extend your life?" Fang Hao closed the old diary.
"Yes, I don't dare to deceive you, sir." Old Yifu was still respectful.
"Do you know where the other limbs of the owner of this tomb are?"
"Ah? Other limbs? I don't know." Old Yifu shook his head.
Could it be that there was not a whole corpse in the ancient tomb, but a mutilated corpse?
Fang Hao nodded again and said, "Okay, take him down."
Although the old man cooperated, he was not a fuel-efficient lamp.
And even after bringing him back, we didn't get any useful information.
The diary is the only reward. When you have time, read the contents carefully to understand the story.
"No, no, sir, give me a chance to be loyal. I don't want to die, sir. I am willing to give you all my wealth. There are many slaves in my manor who can be sacrificed to you." Old Yifu said loudly shouted.
He was searching for the ancient tomb so anxiously because he felt that death was approaching.
Now that I have come into contact with the undead, I don't want to die at this time.
Fang Hao looked at the hoarse old man and shook his head slightly, "Okay, take him to the transformation pool. After that, you will be an undead and can work for me."
Lao Yifu looked happy and stopped shouting and struggling.
After standing up and saluting gracefully, he took the initiative to follow the skeleton towards the direction of the transformation pool.
The old man left, and Nelson and others returned to their respective residences.
Under the luminous stone lamp.
Fang Hao looked back at the diary and looked at it carefully.
From beginning to end, except for a few missing pages in the middle, the rest is understandable.
The city lord in the story is really a ruthless character.
Because he was afraid of death, he wanted to transform into a vampire, and he was also afraid that people in the city would find out and harm him.
Simply turn everyone in the city into vampires.
The city lord may have already made this plan, and everything he did before was for the last step of delivering wine door to door.
By the time everyone in the city has been converted, the remaining one or two who slipped through the net will no longer matter.
"Awesome." Fang Hao said.
At the same time, I also noticed a sentence in the notes.
'Damn Chester, damn liar. ’
This Chester must be the name of the city lord. It seems that there is no gain at all.
After reading all the diaries, Fang Hao returned to the room and fell asleep.
……
The next day, we had breakfast.
A bone dragon landed directly in the Pig Village, causing a commotion.
When they saw Fang Hao and An Jia on the dragon's back, a pig immediately went to notify the pig leader Petty.
"Lord, I didn't know you were coming in person." Petty hurried over to greet him.
In the past, if Fang Hao had anything to do, he would always use the gods to come and rarely come in person.
One is that the distance is not close, and the other is safety issues.
Who knows what weird things might appear in this world and take away his life.
"Let's talk inside."
Several people entered the patriarch's hall, and a pigman brought fruit wine.
Fang Hao gave the pig village a troll brewing barrel so that the pigs could drink fruit wine.
"Sir, do you have any instructions for coming here this time?" Petty asked curiously.
Since Fang Hao came here in person, he naturally had something important to explain.
"From the north of the village to the Bloody Mountains, how many orc villages are there along the way, and how strong are they?" Fang Hao asked.
Petty was stunned for a moment, and then he made a rough calculation in his mind and said: "The villages on the north side are relatively scattered, and we have less contact with them. There are about 10 villages. I heard that there were wars during this time."
Orcs are like that.
Today there are ten villages nearby, but tomorrow there may be five villages because of plundering each other.
Then wandering tribes moved in and added several more villages.
It has always been like this, with wars and migrations never ending.
The Pig Village is now protected by the undead and is in a low-key development stage. It has not interacted with other villages for a long time.
Specific numbers are difficult to answer.
"Find a way to gather the clan leaders of all the villages. We are all neighbors, and it's time to get to know each other." (End of Chapter)