I became the ancestor of the blood clan

Garp took a deep look at Li De, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

It's just an extremely bitter taste in the mouth.

He didn't expect that his one decision would lead to the decline of the lion tribe.

Moreover, he didn't even know that there was a mithril vein here. This mistake made him full of annoyance at this moment.

If he found a mithril vein, he would never call back the casters of the lion tribe.

Mithril veins, that is Mithril veins!

This mistake was too fatal.

But what he said just now is also true, the lion tribe and the shaman will not perish.

But after so many clansmen died, even if the mighty lion tribe would not be destroyed, it would be reduced to a small tribe.

Maybe there will be a day of rising, maybe never again.

After all, he failed to lead the lion tribe to continue to survive.

"King of vampires, if you want to kill me, can you let that northern soldier do it?

A great lion warrior should die at the hands of a warrior. "

Garp's tone was a little weak to conceal.

Although the body of the 18th-level fighter is strong enough, he was not only attacked by two powerful fighters yesterday, but was even sprayed head-on by the dragon's breath.

The most important thing is that he also used madness. The side effect of orc madness is almost equivalent to the mage being forcibly drained of magic power and spiritual power. Combined, he is now in an unprecedented period of weakness.

Now even a farmer with a farm tool can kill him.

He was ready for death.

"No, you won't die, maybe, you will become a part of Daybreak City in the future," Li De smiled mysteriously after finishing speaking, turned and left without waiting for Garp to speak again.

Although he couldn't embrace a foreign race for the first time, he even enslaved the undead, the dry bone. An orc... no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't compare to the necromancer who played with the soul in this respect.

Garp opened his eyes slightly, puzzled.

Dawn City? ?Is it this vampire's castle? ?

Why does this king of vampires think that the noble lion warriors will surrender him? ?

Humph, stupid vampire, orcs don't surrender.

A great lion will not bow to anyone! !

no way! !

Li De felt refreshed when he walked out of the room where Karp was held.

The fruits of victory are always wonderful, especially showing off in front of a once powerful enemy, tsk tsk tsk, that feeling is very comfortable.

No wonder so many big villains always like BB after gaining an absolute advantage. It's really wonderful to show off the joy of victory in front of the enemy.

This is the legendary saying that if you don't pretend, you won't die.

Half a Sunday later, next to a collapsed house.

Li De stood beside the round stone pillar that was half damaged but hadn't collapsed with the house, and looked at Stanley next to him and asked directly.

"Stanley, have you found the Mithril vein??"

Stanley, who had a hideous scar on his face, was wearing a priest's robe of the same color as Li De's. He was tall and tall, without any weakness that a spellcaster should have.

Compared to Li De, Stanley is more like a warrior who takes the lead in charging.

Stanley nodded, with a rare excitement in his tone.

"Your Majesty, the Mithril vein is right under our feet."

Right under our feet? ?

Li De was confused, looking at the bluestone floor under his feet, he was a little confused.

"You mean, the dwarves found mithril veins beneath their cities???"

Stanley nodded affirmatively, "That's right, Amy has already found out."

Li De couldn't help grinning when he got an affirmative answer, it's so fucking awesome, it really deserves to be a race with full mining skills.

Finding a place to build a city is actually built on the precious mithril veins that can cause war between two countries.

This luck, there is simply no one.

At this moment, Amy, a level 15 shadow priest, came to Li De with a somewhat excited expression.

"Your Majesty, are you calling me?"

"Just now Stanley said that you talked about finding out the news about the Mithril vein?" Li De asked with great interest.

"That's right, the news of the Mithril mines was only circulated among the high-ranking officials of a few dwarves, and I overheard a few words when I sneaked in before the war started.

In the end, the clansman was asked to go down to investigate before the exact location of the ore vein was determined.

Although the orcs searched the entire city, because the dwarves kept secrets very strictly, they didn't know the news of the mithril veins, and they didn't even look at the underground of the city.

That's why they don't know anything about Mithril veins. "

After hearing Amy's explanation, Li De was a little stunned, but then he frowned again.

"Then what happened to the mithril ore that the dwarves flowed out before??"

"The dwarves had a mithril mine that was about to dry up before, and the very low-quality mithril ore flowed out of that mine.

This vein can no longer mine much Mithril ore. "

"So that's it, that means we are picking peaches this time?" Li De showed a bright smile on his face.

"Can you infer the reserves of Mithril veins?"

Amy smiled wryly and shook her head, "We don't have prospectors. If we want to find out the reserves, we need to go back to Daybreak City and bring the prospecting team."

"Didn't you get any relevant news from the dwarves?"

"Your Majesty, the dwarves have not confirmed the reserves.

Because this mine vein is below the dwarven city, if they dig directly, the city will be destroyed.

Therefore, the dwarves have been discussing the mining plan and have not started it for a long time. I am afraid that no one knows the specific reserves.

But what is certain is that the content of this mithril vein is not low, and the quality of the ore is also very high. "

Will digging Mithril veins destroy the city?

When Li De heard this, he turned his head and looked around with a strange expression on his face.

Looking at the surrounding ruins, some can't laugh or cry.

Now that he had made the dwarf make up his mind, the city had only come close to being razed to the ground after last night's brutal fighting.

"Amy, the mithril vein has dispatched elite guards, and no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Li De nodded. He seemed to be able to see the scene of the blood clan wearing extraordinary equipment forged from mithril and hunting the dragon.

After instructing Amy, he turned to look at Stanley, with a somewhat solemn tone, "Stanley, report the loss of the blood race."

Stanley nodded slightly, pondered for a moment and then said slowly.

"Your Majesty, the Blood Race didn't join the battlefield immediately last night, we only participated in the war after the orcs collapsed.

But at this time, the orc's will to resist has been greatly reduced, and the damage to us is very limited.

In the whole night of fighting, 34 people of the blood clan were injured, but none died. A total of 17 magic language bats were lost. "

Li De nodded in satisfaction.

Because the spellcaster of the lion tribe was absent, his plan was very successful.

Not only did Corso and Castro play out the best effects, and they won a complete victory by crushing them with equipment, but they also commanded the blood clan to successfully cast a complex large-scale magic, causing the orcs to collapse.

The loss of more than a dozen magic language bats was also killed in hand-to-hand combat. Compared with the casualties of the orcs, the loss of the blood race is nothing worth mentioning. This kind of battle damage ratio is enough to withstand any degree of praise.

"Have the harvest statistics come out?"

"Of course." Stanley's face was obviously relaxed, with a bit of joy, like every treasure.

"The harvest is divided into chunks.

The first is population harvesting.

There were 582 captured orcs, all of whom were mid-level professionals at levels 5-9, including two top-level orc professionals, the werewolf Craig at level 16, and the orc king at level 18, the lion warrior Karp.

Another 642 dwarves are about to be relocated to Daybreak City by us. "

Li De nodded. The orc captives could be thrown into the Valley of the Giants to mine mines, and they could be used to build cities. He would not have any psychological burden to enslave these alien races with countless blood on their hands.

Needless to say, the dwarf, in his plan, the weapons and equipment of Dawn City in the future will be forged in the hands of these guys, which is definitely a strategic force.

"Second, the harvest of mine veins, there are two rich large iron mines in the dwarven valley, one has been exhausted Mithril mines, and another Mithril mines have not yet been excavated.

There are also several small copper and silver mines to be developed. "

There are two large iron mines?

No wonder the dwarves will build a city here, such a dense distribution of mineral veins is simply no more perfect habitat for these guys who like forging and mining.

"Thirdly, the harvest of weapons and equipment. Currently, about 2000 sets of armor forged by dwarves and 3000 weapons of various types have been counted. In addition, there are other properties worth about 3 Jinpuke."

Compared with the previous two trophies, these wealth, which is enough to make a nobleman's heart beat faster, is better than nothing in Li De's opinion, and there is not much difference between them.

Although Stanley's report was not very detailed, it was clear and organized. Li De instantly understood the spoils he had won this time.

Among them, the most expensive mithril vein is undoubtedly, followed by more than 600 dwarves, and the third is Craig and Garp, the orcs with explosive combat power.

There is no need to mention the importance of the Mithril vein. A rich mine can cause two countries to start a war.

Dwarves are an important labor force, and they are a very timely supplement to the city of Daybreak, which is currently extremely short of population.

For the remaining Craig and Karp, although Craig was instantly killed in one round, he is still a top level 16 combat power.

If it wasn't for his bad luck, he wouldn't have disarmed so quickly when he encountered top combat power like Bone Dragon and Betty, so the value of this werewolf as a top-level combat power at level 16 cannot be ignored.

As for Karp, let alone, this orc king who is so powerful that he drools is too domineering.

Under one-on-one, Li De even dared to be sure that the bone dragon at level 18 would never be able to keep Garp, and the combat effectiveness of two level 18s could only be regarded as [-]-[-].

Bone dragon, this is a giant dragon, even if it is a dead dragon, it is still so powerful that it cannot be counted.

This orc king's ability to compete with the bone dragon [-]-[-] is enough to explain a lot of things.

In the battle last night, if it wasn't for the exaggerated side effects of berserk, Garp wouldn't dare to act rashly.

Otherwise, it would explode at the beginning, and desperately exchange lives with Grote and Betty, it is not certain what will happen in the end.

Of course, assumptions are assumptions after all, the one who wins now is not this powerful orc, but belongs to him, the Lord of Dawn--Red Kachar.

The thing that moved Li De's heart now was if he could turn this orc into his subordinate like a dry bone.

This is... so cool.

Li De felt his heart beat faster when he thought about that scene.

Level 18 Beastman King...

Domineering brother, old domineering.

This could definitely become his trump card, a stronger trump card than Betty.

Although the bone dragon is powerful, its huge size determines that the bone dragon cannot play a role in many scenes. This behemoth with a wingspan of twenty blades is more suitable for large-scale battles.

But Garp is different, no matter where it is, the strength of this lion warrior can make people blind.

But the biggest problem now is the same as the dead bones. Although the power of faith can assimilate a person's soul, it can make him his most loyal subordinate.

But now he is still a pauper, and his faith is clinking poor.

And with Karp's strength, I am afraid that the power of faith required is almost the same as that of a dry bone.

Dry bones need tens of thousands of points of faith to be assimilated. Now this necromancer is only threatened by him, and he must use the power of faith to assimilate later, otherwise he will not be at ease.