Chapter 242

It's been half a month since Giovanni.

From the initial loss of contact to the posting of a missing person notice, I got some news from the faceless hut a few days ago.

Five scouts were arranged to investigate the territory of the dead in the intelligence. After so many days, not only the intelligence was not obtained, but even the people did not come back.

This has almost exhausted the red Duke's patience.

"Duke, Duke, something must have gone wrong. I immediately sent more people to inquire about intelligence." The blood clan in charge of intelligence immediately panicked.

"Hum! You'd better reflect." The red Duke snorted coldly and said to the door, "come on, send him to the dungeon and reflect."

"Duke, give me another chance. I won't make mistakes this time. I won't."

In the blood clan's loud plea for mercy, two blood servants came in.

The silver hook in his hand pierced his collarbone directly and dragged it in the direction of the dungeon.

Dungeons are prisoners of blood clan mistakes.

The silver hook made the blood clan's wound unable to heal. He would keep feeling the piercing pain and blood flowing in the dungeon until the red Duke remembered that such a person was still imprisoned in the dungeon.

The wailing of the blood clan was getting farther and farther away, and the Hall fell into a dead silence.

Only the bloody smell in the air made the rest of the blood groups present swallow and spit, and their eyes glowed red.

"Tell me, what should we do next? You shouldn't be as useless as him?" The red Duke's eyes swept to the crowd again.

Blood clan is also a race guarded by creatures.

Once there is any action, it will immediately attract the attention of the surrounding living forces.

Therefore, he needs information on how many people and horses he needs to destroy the dead and bring back the book of the blood clan ancestor.

Take revenge on your nephew.

Hearing the question of the red Duke, all the blood families were silent, and some were unwilling to take the job.

"Duke, I have some good scouts. Why don't you let me do it and bring you the information." A blood clan said.

Still want to arrange scouts.

The red Duke looked at the man and didn't promise him.

Those undead have been on alert, and it doesn't help to arrange scouts.

Most likely, the other party has also made a trap, waiting for you to arrange more people to die.

"Is there any other way?" The red Duke continued.

There was a little silence.

At this time, a tall and thin man stood up, saluted slightly and said, "Duke."

"Well, Fielding, what do you want to say?" The red Duke looked at the tall and thin man and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Fielding acted as an official businessman in the blood clan.

He is responsible for the purchase and sale of goods in the general's territory and has a certain position in the blood clan.

Moreover, the red Duke would not give him some troublesome things to do.

"Duke, I feel that the other party has noticed, and then continue to arrange scouts. I'm afraid it won't have much effect." Fielding whispered.

The red Duke nodded, which was the same as his idea.

"Well, if you have any better ideas, just say it."

Now that the other party is speaking, he already has another idea.

And it's safer than arranging scouts.

"Cough!" Fielding coughed, looked at the red Duke seriously and said, "Duke, have you considered incorporating pruer city into the rule of blood clan?"

WOW!

As soon as this remark came out, the whole audience immediately became noisy, and even the red Duke on the throne frowned.

Fielding should know what this sentence stands for.

Once spread out, I'm afraid it will cause war between Terrans and blood races.

"Tell me what you think." The red duke said directly, without saying anything.

Fielding smiled and said, "Duke, Cyril, the Lord of prur, had some contact with me not long ago."

"Oh? And such a thing?" The red Duke was interested, and so were the others.

"Yes, Cyril has a son who suffered some injuries in the first two years and has not recovered so far. I'm afraid he won't live long. Cyril has been looking for ways to treat his son in the past two years." Fielding said this and did not go on.

But everyone present understood Fielding.

A father who has been looking for a treatment for two years should also be his son's business as to why he was associated with Fielding.

"What does this have to do with the dead?" The red Duke continued.

"My Lord, the territory of the dead is in the north of pruer city. If you can control pruer City, you can not only better find out the news of the dead. Even if there is a war, pruer city can send troops well, not Huiyue highland." Fielding continued to explain.

The red Duke leaned on his chin and fell into thinking.

There are great risks in contacting pruer city.

If you succeed, the blood clan will have great benefits. If you fail or leak information, I'm afraid it will rekindle the war between the two races.

But... It's worth trying.

"Fielding." The red Duke whispered.

"Your Highness."

"It's up to you to do it. If the negotiation fails, kill the Cyril, and you can't disclose it." Said the red Duke seriously.

"Yes, Duke."

The red Duke continued to look at the people below and coldly reminded, "who dares to say this? You know the consequences."

"Yes, yes! We know."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Hao woke up from his sleep, and the golden wheat awn shone in from the window, some dazzling.

He sat up from bed and stretched.

The weather is good today.

Turn over and get out of bed. After a simple wash, go straight downstairs.

Yi'er was preparing breakfast. When he saw Fang Hao, he said, "master, why don't you sleep more."

"I had enough sleep and got up."

"By the way, master, in the morning, bachelor Nelson brought a skeleton hero and waited for you at the gate of the Organ Museum." Said IL.

"Nelson's out?"

"Mr. Nelson asked me to tell you about it, and then I went back to work." Yi'er continued.

"Oh, I'll have a look."

Go out of the Lord's house and go straight to the location of the Organ Museum.

In front of the Organ Museum stood an orc skeleton hero.

The hero's skeleton is thick. Even if it is made into a skeleton, it is like a strong giant bear.

Approaching, he also saw the name of the skeleton hero.

[broken skull (purple level 9 hero.)]

It seems that the first one made by Nelson is the broken skull Sal, the great chief of the cold wind mountains.

Now I can only call him broken skull.

"Yes, Lord." Kneel on one knee and lower your head.

"Well, welcome to join us." Fang Hao helped the broken skull up.

"Thank you, my Lord."

"Well, you go to the warehouse to get your equipment back. I'll take you to the cold wind mountain later. Then you will manage it instead of me."

"Yes, sir."