Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

Bandhir City.

This city has a typical orc style, with a hint of practicality in its roughness.

The city wall is made of wood and soil, several meters high. Near the city wall, there are totem poles from various beast tribes erected.

These totem poles are not for decoration, but shamans have cast magic on them, so they can serve as guards in the event of an enemy invasion.

The careless orcs who do not pursue details will not deliberately build roads. Even the road leading to the city gate is made by a large number of people.

This highlights the saying "There is no road in the world, but when more people walk, there is a road."

Bandhir City used to be a relatively closed city with inconvenient transportation. Except for a few caravans, few outsiders came to Bandhir City every year.

Thanks to the emergence of the undead caravans, the Orc Empire has undergone major changes in a short period of time. However, merchants are very sensitive to interests and business opportunities. Various commodities are rapidly circulated in the Orc Empire along with the undead caravans.

The circulation of goods also makes people move.

The relatively closed city has also seen a huge flow of people. People from outside come in and out every day, making Bandhir City lively.

At the beginning, the residents in the city were a little uncomfortable with it, but as the goods became more abundant, they also adapted to the outsiders.

What the Mede people saw was a lively and prosperous scene. People were coming in and out of the city gate all the time, and there were even queues. Various animal carts were walking on the road, transporting goods. The roars of animals and the shouts of people were endless. Although they have not yet entered the city, they can already see the prosperity in the city.

The warrior leader looked at the bustling Bandhir City and said with surprise in his tone, "This place is developing very well. Their population is very large."

A smile appeared on Magician Med's face and he said softly, "This is good, it means that the Ancestral God will have more believers, more people will sing his praises and praise him, and his glory will shine in more people's eyes." On the body, we will restore our former glory, and the inferior slaves will restore our civilization."

He had just observed carefully. There were many burly people among the orcs. These were the best slaves and could be used in many places. Whether it was to help them cultivate land, plant trees, or build homes, they were all the best. of.

The magician is very satisfied with this world. The soil here is very fertile, there is such a large population, and it is still so weak. The Med tribe will re-establish their home here. Although the former temple has decayed due to time, it does not matter, civilization It's always improving.

"Come on, let's go into the city and have a look."

The magician said to the warrior behind him, and led the people towards the direction of Bandhir City.

They have changed their attire. Before the Med tribe has fully intervened in this world, they are alone and need to be on guard.

The Mede people have put on hooded robes and covered their bodies. The hood covers their head and face. The short antlers and the hooves underneath are not exposed. They look no different from the humans who hide their whereabouts.

The magic is released on the hooded robes. Even if you look closely, you can't see their faces clearly. You will only see a mass of darkness. As long as they don't reveal themselves, others can't even detect them.

This attire is what they often use in other worlds.

Following the flow of people, the Meide people walked onto the road.

Pedestrians on the road are walking in a hurry. Even if they are curious about them, they only take a glance and don't care too much.

There have been a lot of people lately, and you can see a lot of strange people, but as long as these people follow the rules, others won't be too curious.

There are many branches in the orc tribe, and many of the orc branches have their own customs. Who knows if looking at them more will cause trouble.

The Med tribesmen arrived at the gate of Bandhir City smoothly.

There is no tax to enter the city, and people can come and go as they please. Even the two guards at the city gate are leaning on the city wall, looking like they are about to fall asleep, with their weapons in their arms, showing no signs of vigilance.

"The guards here are so lax."

There was dissatisfaction in the voice of the warrior leader. In his eyes, these orcs were an inferior race, and they had even forgotten the basic norms of warriors.

The magician was noncommittal and indifferent. Just as he was about to step into the city, he heard someone shouting from behind, "Get out of the way, the caravan is coming! Get out of the way!"

The surrounding orcs were not surprised by this, so they naturally stood on both sides of the road and gave way to the road. Instead, it was the Med tribe and his party. They had just arrived in this world and did not even know what the caravan meant. Standing at the gate of the city, there was no action, but it was highlighted.

At this time, the two lazy orc guards had stood up straight and raised their weapons. Seeing the caravan approaching, the men in black robes blocked the city gate and suddenly shouted, "Hey, you guys , yes, don’t look at others, I’m talking about you, what are you doing, are you deaf? Can’t you hear the caravan coming?”

As he spoke, an orc guard stepped forward and pushed towards the magician.

The Mede warrior leader instantly became vigilant and tightened his grip on his spear. Just when he was about to make a move, he saw the magician's obscure gesture, telling him not to move.

The orc guard did not push the magician, but he dodged it. This made the guard even more angry, "How dare you hide! Do you want to die!"

Just when he pointed his weapon at the magician and planned to teach him a lesson, his companion walked up to him, punched him, pointed at the caravan that had stopped not far away and said, "What are you doing? Things, hurry up and drive people away, it will delay the caravan, and neither of us will get anything good to eat."

After being reminded by his companion, the orc guard reacted, slapped his head, and shouted to the Med tribe, "Go, go, don't block it, get out of the way."

The magician nodded to the warrior behind him, and the group of people moved out of the way and stood beside the road like the other orcs, watching the mighty caravan pass by.

The warrior leader looked at the passing caravan, frowned, turned sideways and approached the magician, and whispered in a low voice, "I feel a familiar aura, it's the people I've seen before, they are undead."

The aura of the undead is different. As long as the Mede people have seen it once, they will never forget it. The magician also noticed it and nodded, indicating that he should be calm and continue to observe.

The Med tribe had also come into contact with the undead during the conquest period, and had wars with the undead. They were one of the few tribes that impressed them deeply.

According to records, the undead have various branches, and the population is so large that it makes one’s head numb. In the words of the ancestors’ records, “No matter how many undead we kill, it will have no effect. They will continue to kill them until we are all gone.” We drown”.

Not only did it have a large population, but it also lacked high-end combat capabilities. The wars in those years were very difficult.

The last time they saw Li Ziyu, they had already recognized the identity of the undead, and the Mede people were already on guard.

But there was nothing they could do.

They must return to this world.

In other words, they must expand.

I have been away for too long, and the resources of the Ancestral God World are not unlimited. Without more world support, both development and population have been greatly restricted, and with development, resources have become less and less, and this continues. , the Meide tribe may be at risk of genocide.

They would rather have another dispute with the undead tribe than die like this.

The undead caravan entered Bandhir City in a mighty manner, and the Med tribe used this time to observe the expressions on the faces of the people around them.

"Why are they not afraid of the undead? Has this place been conquered by the undead?" The warrior leader observed for a while and found that the expressions on the faces of the surrounding orcs were quite strange.

The orcs had no anger or fear, but instead were full of enthusiasm and happiness.

The warrior leader was puzzled.

In ancient records, the undead are the enemies of all living things. Wherever they pass, all living things disappear and everything will turn into a place of death.

These are obviously undead, but why are the orcs happy?

"Caravan!"

"The caravan is coming~~~~"

After the undead caravan entered the city, a large number of orcs immediately gathered around it. Some orc children ran back and forth around the caravan, shouting happily and spontaneously acting as loudspeakers.

When the undead caravan entered the city for the first time, the orcs were still afraid, and no children were willing to approach them. However, after experiencing it several times, their attitude made a 180° turn.

Especially children. According to the rules, the undead sometimes give out candies to children.

What do children know? Anyone who gives candy is a good person!

The caravan entered the market as usual. Several skeletal undead were standing at the entrance of the market holding wooden boxes. The children's eyes suddenly lit up and they surrounded the undead holding the boxes. .

"sugar!"

"Will you give us candy?"

"Candy is given out!"

The children jumped up and down happily, watching the skeletal undead slowly grab handfuls of candies from the wooden box, swarm up to divide the candies, and then continue to wait eagerly.

The adult orcs just watched this scene with a smile on their faces. They did not stop the child, but allowed the child to receive candies from the undead skeletons. They entered the market to see what products were available this time.

The Med tribesmen who were ignored followed the crowd into Bandhir City and wandered around curiously.

In the past, their wandering behavior might have aroused the suspicion of the orcs, but now the orcs were all attracted by the caravan, and no one paid attention to a few strangers.

The magician led the warrior around the streets and alleys of Bandhir City. He had no special purpose, but simply wanted to understand the life of the orcs.

After turning around a few streets, the warrior leader was disappointed and said with a very dissatisfied tone, "A group of barbaric races. Their city is dirty and has no beauty, and they even destroy the natural atmosphere."

The magician chuckled lightly, his eyes passing over several orc houses, and said softly, "Isn't that better? We will bring civilization. When they enjoy civilization, these orcs will understand the greatness of the ancestor gods."

Ruined houses, muddy streets, and the whole city is filled with a stench.

From the perspective of the warrior leader, there is no problem in saying that this place is a pigsty, but the magician is right. When the contrast is created, the orcs will trust the ancestral god even more.

……

The endless grassland is still beautiful.

On the roof of the Castle of the Dead, Li Ziyu leaned on the wall with both hands, looking at the sea of ​​grass, frowning, and said to himself, "It's so quiet, Peng, there's still no news?"

Zhang Peng came from behind and stood with him beside the wall, looking far into the distance. "There is no news. Are we too vigilant?"

Zhang Peng's words did not make Li Ziyu feel relieved, but instead made her brows tighten.

Several days have passed since the Med tribe came to this world, but there has been no movement at all. This is wrong.

According to the aggressiveness of the other party when he came last time, the other party must want to enter this world in a big way.

After the Mede tribe left, he asked Zhang Peng to pay attention to the news on the grassland, and if he found the Mede tribe, he should report it to him as soon as possible.

The portal has been destroyed. It is impossible for the other party to come through the previous portal.

If Bepta hadn't reminded him, he would have entered this world without even knowing the other party's coordinates.

The other party already has the coordinates of the main world, and it is only a matter of time before they come over.

It was as if Li Ziyu had just learned about the world of Ancestral Gods and wanted to explore it.

When exploring the World of the Ancestral Gods, Li Ziyu once saw the remains of a mobile fortress in the World of the Ancestral Gods. Those wreckage should have been caused by the Meide tribe. The other party obviously did not have a good impression of the time travellers. In addition, the last time the two parties met, There is a high probability that there is a battle to be fought.

What Li Ziyu is wary of is not the Mede clan, but the god Kellutos behind the Mede clan.

There is nothing scary about the Meide tribe coming alone. Li Ziyu is very confident in dealing with the Mede tribe. He now has many castle-level allies.

Li Ziyu didn't care about a head-on fight, but what he was afraid of now was that the Meide tribe would engage in guerrilla warfare and suddenly attack from other places that he didn't expect, which would cause big trouble.

Living in another world is not an easy thing. Li Ziyu has been successful. Many time travelers were hell-level copies at the beginning. For example, those mobile fortresses in the world of ancestors that were destroyed had no chance of development at all. Just death.

Li Ziyu turned and leaned against the wall, looked up at the sky, and said to Zhang Peng, "Don't relax. The caravans are scattered all over the grassland. It is more convenient to collect intelligence. Please pay more attention to the people below. The Mede people are not good. If you are beaten, If we are caught off guard, we will not be able to take advantage of it."

Zhang Peng nodded and said to Li Ziyu, "I know, I will tell the people below about the appearance of the Mede people. If any Mede people appear, I will report them immediately."

……

On the outskirts of Bandhir City, the house of an orc herdsman.

Magician Mede led the warrior around the city for a day, and at night, he found the house along the route in his memory.

The entire family of the orc herdsmen was killed, and the house was naturally uninhabited.

The leader of the Mede warriors stepped forward and opened the door. The smell of dampness mixed with mold and rotting animal skins emanated from inside. The magician immediately covered his mouth and nose, frowning deeply, and the other warriors also They flapped one after another, looking unbearable.

"How do these guys live here? Don't they have a sense of smell?" The warrior leader was so smoked that his cheeks twitched and he said while holding back the feeling of vomiting.

"Get out of the way!" Magician Mede raised his staff and shouted to the warrior leader.

The warrior leader stepped aside to get out of the way. As he walked away, the smell became even stronger. The Med magician retched and quickly released a wind magic.

Strong winds poured into the house, whistling and blowing out along the gaps between the walls, flushing the stench out of the room.

The herdsman's house was not very strong, and the magician did not dare to use too powerful magic for fear of blowing the house down. Fortunately, his magic was profound and well controlled. It only blew away the stench, but did not Destroy the furnishings and the house.

After the strong wind disappeared, the warrior leader walked into the house and took a breath. There was still a faint smell, but it was bearable.

The magician came in behind him, looked around, and nodded, "Okay, let's stay here."