Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

The house of the orc herdsmen is dilapidated and poorly built. The main body is a few large logs, which are filled with animal skins and straw to form walls. The area of ​​the house is not small, and it can accommodate six or seven people.

The advantage of the grassland is that the land is vast and sparsely populated. You can build a house on any land. As long as you can defend it and are not afraid of monsters, no one will care how big you build it.

Herdsmen's treatment of animal skins is somewhat primitive, causing the skins to become moldy and smelly. This is the source of the odor in the house.

Inside the house, there were several beds made of hay, which were also covered with animal skins. Several wooden bars were set up near the ground to separate the wet ground from the hay.

"It's too crude. These orcs are simply an uncivilized race." The warrior leader looked around and said with disdain in his eyes.

"It will make things easier for us." The magician said with a smile.

According to the information obtained from the orc herdsmen, they are a group of fringe people, and the house is located far away from the city. This is a place where few people come.

Life is not very convenient, but it is a very good place to hide.

The magician nodded to the warrior leader, who bowed, turned and walked out of the house.

When they came outside, the warrior leader made a gesture with other Mede warriors, and the warriors immediately dispersed, vigilantly observing the surroundings, acting on vigilance, and protecting the house in the center.

The magician was the only one left in the house. He came to the hay bed and waved his magic wand.

Earth hardening magic.

The originally moist soil under the bed dries quickly under the influence of magic. Although it looks no different from the soil in other places, in fact the soil is dry and as hard as stone.

After securing the land, the magician drew an area next to it, chanted a spell, and green smoothness was released from the ground.

The ground in the circled area softened and gradually sank, forming a hollow space under the bed. The area just drawn formed an entrance.

Looking at the dark entrance, the magician nodded and walked in.

The newly built underground area was not very wide, but this did not trouble the magician. He waved his magic wand gently, and the originally small space seemed to be growing, gradually expanding until it was the size of a football field. The magician stopped. Get started and start drawing a magic circle on the ground.

This is a big project.

The magic circle he wanted to draw was used to travel through space. He had to chant spells, pray, and make other arrangements at the same time. This process would take several days for the magic circle to gather enough energy.

If it is placed outside, people will inevitably notice the changes caused by the concentrated magic, but if it is placed underground, the magic energy will not escape easily, which can buy more time to set up the magic circle.

To complete the arrangement of the magic circle, it can take as short as thirty days or as long as sixty days. During this period, the magician cannot be disturbed or stopped, otherwise the work will be ruined and everything will start from scratch.

Although the herdsmen's house is in the outskirts and few people come here, the magicians still feel unsafe. They are in another world, isolated and helpless. Who knows what kind of things will happen to them, whether people in the city discover them, If the undead finds them, they will interrupt the arrangement of the magic circle.

They have to move faster.

Using some natural treasures, or special materials, can speed up the construction of the magic circle, but the Med tribe is not familiar with the place here, so where can they go to find natural treasures, special materials.

So they chose another method - sacrifice.

There is no shortage of bloody sacrifices in other worlds, and this is not a big deal to them, especially the Med tribe who have just arrived from the world of the ancestral gods and do not care about bloody sacrifices.

In the world of the Ancestral God, if you want to make bloody sacrifices, you still need to consume slaves or vassal races, but here, you don't have to think about so many things.

There are a lot of orcs here, and they have nothing to do with them. No matter how many people die, they don't feel bad.

Catching the orcs from Bandhir City, although there is a risk of exposure, can greatly speed up the deployment of the magic circle. As long as the two worlds can be connected, it will all be worth it.

Be careful and you won't even be discovered yet.

The Meide people sent from the world of the ancestor gods to Li Ziyu's world were naturally not mediocre people. When the magician decided to make a bloody sacrifice, they started to take action.

The soldiers focused on the wanderers and beggars in Bandhir City. One characteristic of these orcs was that even if they disappeared, no one would care.

The Mede people will divide their subordinates into several levels. The Mede people are of course the highest level race. The second level is the dependent race recognized by the Mede people, then there are the slaves who belong to the Mede tribe, and then there are the slaves who belong to the dependent race. ...The inferior races are the orcs, and the Meide people do not recognize their civilization or their combat effectiveness.

The Mede people, an inferior race, don't care about their life or death at all, and wanderers and beggars are not even considered intelligent creatures in their eyes, and are even inferior to the status of livestock.

The Med tribe acted quickly and silently. People in Bandhir City did not notice that there were fewer beggars on the streets. The other beggars didn’t know what was going on, but they were very happy. After all, there were fewer people competing. , they can gain even more, thus proving that only peers are nakedly hateful.

On the outskirts of Bandhir City, the houses of orc herdsmen.

"Here comes another one."

The black figure flashed past and quickly came to the door of the house. The black robe shook and threw out a comatose orc who was covered in filth and exuded a foul smell.

The Med tribe warriors thought they had to be very cautious if they wanted to plunder some orcs for sacrifice, but they didn't expect it to go so smoothly. The orc tribe was stupid and had no defense at all, allowing them to succeed easily.

As long as you make sure that the other person is a homeless person or a beggar, go ahead and knock him out, and you can bring him back without any worries.

They had been plundering the orcs in Bandhir City for five days, and hundreds of orcs were brought back to the herders' houses.

The warrior leader came over, picked up the unconscious orc, and said to the surrounding Mede warriors, "There are enough sacrifices. You should be vigilant around and don't let anyone get close to here."

The Mede warriors on alert all around responded in unison.

The warrior leader scanned the surroundings and found nothing unusual. Then he carried the orc into the house and entered the underground space opened by the magician.

"This is the last orc. I have told the people outside to be alert." The warrior leader threw the orc aside to the ground and said to the busy magician.

The magician just gave him a look, but he did not stop chanting the spell for a moment. The construction of the large teleportation magic circle made him dare not relax at all.

An extremely complex and huge magic array has been formed on the ground, with magic lines spreading in all directions like the branches of an ancient tree.

At the end of each branch, there is a corpse of an orc, their necks were cut open, and the blood followed the magic lines and gathered in the center of the magic circle, forming a blood pool.

The magician purifies the blood inside the blood pool and turns it into pure energy, which is used to supply the magic circle.

The warrior leader looked around, picked up the orc again, and walked towards the last branch.

Just after putting the orc in position, he didn't expect that the orc actually woke up, opened his eyes in a daze, looked at everything around him blankly, and murmured, "Where is this place? Who are you?"

But soon, he saw everything in front of him clearly, those orc corpses, the magic arrays covering the ground, the weird and terrifying scene in front of him instantly woke him up, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Why am I here? What are you going to do!"

His voice was high-pitched and echoed continuously in the underground space. He had been sleepless for several days. Magician Mede, who had been setting up the magic circle for several days without eating or drinking, was attracted by the voice. He frowned and glanced at the warrior leader dissatisfied.

The warrior leader was also obviously angry and grabbed the orc's head.

"Let me go! Get away!"

The stimulated orc was suddenly grabbed by the head and went crazy. He waved his hands randomly and struggled to stand up from the ground.

But the hand on his head was pressing him tightly, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't stand up.

The cold blade pressed against his neck, causing the orc to tremble uncontrollably and kept begging for mercy, "No, help!"

"Noisy."

The leader of the Mede warriors said something in a low voice, and the sharp dagger swiped across the orc's neck.

"Forehead……"

The hand loosened and blood spurted uncontrollably from his neck. The orc tried in vain to cover the wound, but the rapid loss of blood made him lose strength and fell to the ground.

The blood did not splash everywhere, but was gathered by the magical energy, like a stream, flowing along the branches to the center and collecting into the blood pool.

As the blood of the last orc gathered in, a dazzling emerald green magical light bloomed in the blood pool, and the magical energy was full of the breath of life.

"start up--"

When the Mede magician saw the green magic energy, he raised his magic wand high without hesitation and shouted loudly in a hoarse voice.

Green magic energy full of life flows rapidly to every part of the magic circle, activating the teleportation magic circle that the magician has worked hard to set up.

The space vibrated, and the breath of life spread. However, because it was underground and a special defensive barrier was installed, the breath continued to circulate in the space and could not be dissipated.

As the magic circle was activated, several figures appeared in the magic circle, and there was also a huge thing, which turned out to be a portal from the Med tribe.

It is precisely because of the teleportation gate that the magician spends all his time setting up the magic circle.

Coming with the portal, there were more than a dozen Med tribe magicians.

When the magic light of the teleportation array dissipated, the teleportation gate and the Med clan mage had completely appeared in the underground space.

The Med tribe magician who completed the task was exhausted. He rolled his eyes and fainted. The warrior leader came behind him first, supported his body, and gently placed him on the ground.

After trying to breathe and discovering that the magician had fainted due to excessive consumption, the warrior leader was relieved and looked at the few people who had just been teleported.

"Thank you for your hard work." The Med tribe magician who had just traveled through time said.

"For the Ancestral God, for Mede." The warrior leader pointed his forehead with both fingers and said with firm eyes.

"Take our companions to rest, and leave the rest to us." said the newly arrived magician from the Med tribe.

The warrior leader nodded, helped the unconscious magician and walked aside, watching other magicians get busy.

The next thing is simple, erect a portal to connect to the world of the ancestral gods. This time there is no need for bloody sacrifices like before. There is a portal, and as long as there is enough energy, you can connect.

The magicians who came to the main world brought enough energy and easily connected to the world of the ancestor gods, making the portal light up.

Groups of Mede warriors walked out in neat steps. These warriors were neatly dressed and used standard weapons. It was obvious at a glance that these warriors were definitely professional warriors and not just pieced together.

In addition to the Mede warriors, they are also accompanied by a large number of magician troops. Strictly speaking, the magician troops are the real regular army of the Mede tribe.

They lined up in the underground space in an orderly manner. The magician was responsible for continuing to expand the underground space, while the warriors began to make other preparations to welcome their companions who came from behind.

……

Bandhir City has fallen!

When this sudden news reached the ears of the White Tiger Empress, she was completely blindsided.

"who?"

"why?"

"Where did it come from?!"

Three questions came out of the White Tiger Empress' mouth almost instantly.

She didn't understand why Bandhir fell so quickly. From the time of being attacked to the fall of the city, it took less than a day.

The news of the fall of Bandhir was not reported by the orcs, but brought back by the undead caravan.

If there hadn't been an undead caravan passing by Bandhir City, it's hard to say when we would have known that the city had fallen.

The caravan's intelligence was actually faster than that of the Orc Empire. This was also something that made the White Tiger Empress angry. However, the key point now was not the speed of the intelligence, but who the enemy was.

The city was captured by others, but the identity of the enemy was not known. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Orc Empire.

Facing the White Tiger Empress's questioning, the officials of the Orc Empire lowered their heads silently, asking them was useless, they knew the news even later than the White Tiger Empress.

The empress suppressed her anger and glanced at the ministers with murderous eyes.

"Your Majesty the Empress, the Intelligence Department is already in action, and information should be sent over soon." Lion Osido saluted.

"Osido, tell the intelligence department to speed up. I don't want the next time I get information to come from the undead!" The White Tiger Empress snorted coldly and glared at Osido fiercely.

"Yes, I promise you, there won't be another time." Osido shuddered and said quickly, knowing that he was very embarrassed this time.

The grassland is the territory of the orcs. In the orcs' territory, the information about the undead is better than the orcs. Isn't this a big joke?

The White Tiger Empress thought for a while, then looked at the mountain eagle Ziratu, "Qilatu, let your people move too. I need to know what race can suddenly produce an army in my country."

"Yes." Zilatu's sharp eyes flashed and he immediately agreed.

He had the same thoughts as the White Tiger Empress. He felt that the matter this time was quite serious. Bandhir City was not a border city. Being able to defeat Bandhir City quickly was not something that nomadic tribes could do.

It is even more impossible for a nomadic tribe to capture a city silently.

I don’t know who the other party is, but the other party definitely has bad intentions.

Having captured Bandhir so easily, what is the opponent's next step?

To go to war without declaring it is to completely ignore the Orc Empire.

Either he has an understanding of the Orc Empire and it, or he is very confident in himself.

Qilatu also thought of one thing, and that was the undead. How did the undead view this matter? The other party's caravan sent the news to the White Tiger Empress, so the other party must have more information.

Maybe the undead knows who the other party is, but hides the other party's identity. So what role does the undead play in this incident?