Chapter 139

During this time, I was worried about the broken skull tribe, but I forgot the 7-day mandatory task.

Now the system prompt appears and the third 7-day mandatory task has been determined.

Congratulations on your successful survival for 20 days

[ten hours later, all surviving Lord territories will enter the mandatory task of "Magic Mouse invasion". At that time, all territories will be attacked by the magic mouse army.]

[demon rat invasion: the land yield is reduced by 20%, the grain is rotten by 20%, and the epidemic infection is increased by 50%.]

[after the task is completed, the mandatory task will be cancelled and the random burst task will be started.]

[good luck...]

Fang Hao's heart clicked.

If the magic mouse invades and comes with the broken skull tribe, how can he deal with it.

When your heart beats faster and you're worried.

The system prompt rings again.

[task change.]

Hoo!

Fang Hao exhaled heavily.

Changed, changed.

It's really going to be over without change.

[task change.]

[due to the special situation of your territory, the mandatory task is changed to [skull breaking hammer], and the original task is cancelled.]

[skull breaking hammer: the marching speed of the orc army is increased by 35% and the attack power is increased by 10%.]

[mission Description: the broken skull tribe organized a 300000 Orc army to attack your territory, code named broken skull hammer.]

[after the task is completed, the mandatory task will be cancelled and the random burst task will be started.]

[good luck...]

what the fuck!

Why!

Have the ability to face up. What do you mean by improving their attributes.

Pop!

Fang Hao was so angry that he slapped the rabbit girl on the thigh.

She gave a cry of surprise.

"Oh! I'm excited. I'm sorry."

A red palm print appeared on the white thigh. Fang Hao apologized with some embarrassment.

The rabbit girl's cheeks were slightly red and said shyly, "if the master likes it, it doesn't matter to me. It doesn't hurt very much."

"Ah, it's not urgent..." Fang Hao said with some embarrassment.

Ding!

At this time, the Lord's book suddenly remembered.

When I opened it, I found that many people were @ themselves.

"@ Big Brother Fang Hao, order some weapons from you."

"I want to buy some armor and spring return."

Fang Hao hacked Li Teng and posted the photos to the regional channel.

When we talked to Fang Hao, we became more cautious, not as casual as before.

Who knows the location of his territory one day, he was announced by some bullshit mission and killed by the enemy with his troops and horses.

Fang Hao looked at it and replied, "in the wild, go back and make it for you. It's the last compulsory task. Everyone refuel and live. Nearby people support each other."

There was a little silence in the channel, and messages came out one after another.

"Lying trough! Suddenly there are some tears."

"To tell you the truth, from the beginning, Fang Hao sold food and weapons to the back of huichunquan, most people in the channel have been helped by Fang Hao."

"The boss is right. It's the last mandatory task. Everyone should live. Our territory has three-level arms. If we can complete the battle ahead of time, we will support the territory with wolf smoke."

"I have more troops. If someone needs help, he can light wolf smoke."

People need a leader.

A leader with prestige and authority.

Some people with relatively good development came out to speak and said that if they could win, they would rush to other nearby territories for help.

Fang Hao looked at the speech, smiled, changed a comfortable posture and said, "I'm still a fiery red heart when I'm in the dead."

Soon, the team saw the city ahead.

……

Night.

The army of the broken skull tribe passed through the rapid march all the way and finally approached the goal.

When night came, the army began to camp and make a fire to cook.

Even the strong orcs, in such a high-intensity rush, have lost their strength.

But the effect is still significant and the speed is very fast.

An orc tent was set up. Some people began to cook and stew the raw meat they carried in the pot. More people took this time to lie on the ground and rest.

When they were full of wine and food, there was a snore in the camp.

Like a large construction site, the noise is harsh.

In the commander's tent, Amiri was wearing a bright silver animal armor and was looking at the intelligence map sent by the scouts.

According to the distance, we will arrive at the city of the dead tomorrow, get the treasure in each other's hands and present it to the great chief.

At that time, his status will be promoted to a higher position.

Step step!!

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent. Amiri looked serious and touched the hilt of the sword.

"Who?" The voice of the orc guard.

"It's me. I have something to report to the commander."

"Let him in." Amiri said.

He could tell that it was the voice of his men.

An orc strode in and panted, "commander, no, the Jackal accompanying him died in the tent."

Amiri immediately became serious and killed an orc hero in the barracks, which was no small matter.

I'm afraid the morale of the army will be affected if I don't say whether my life is in danger or not.

"Summon the guards and go and have a look." Amiri said in a deep voice.

He took a crowd of horses and drove towards the tent where the jackals lived.

The jackal is not a member of the broken skull tribe, but a hero arranged by the great chief Sal before departure.

Ethnic status is not high, but it is a hero and has some combat effectiveness.

The jackals had little contact with them and followed them silently.

But his sudden death made him a little nervous.

Is there an assassin in the camp?

It's dangerous to assassinate a hero quietly.

Soon, several people came to the Jackal's tent.

"Tear down the tent to avoid any danger inside."

The temporary tent was not firm. Two orcs came forward and demolished it in twos and threes, revealing the Jackal's body lying on the ground.

At this time, the Jackal has changed too much from the beginning.

The hair on the body has fallen off, and the exposed skin is gray and swollen like molten iron.

This is not just dead, but more like a person who has died for several days.

"My Lord, this..." The rest of the orcs also saw the clue.

They are professional soldiers. They used to fight and often deal with the dead.

When a person dies for a long time, his body will change.

Although I don't know any principle, I can also guess the approximate time of death.

Amiri looked serious and looked at the body on the ground.

"Since we can't guess, let him say it himself."