I became the ancestor of the blood clan

The distant mountains and mountains that stretched for thousands of miles were too vast, even with a targeted investigation, they could not be explored in a short period of time, and they had to avoid orc wyverns, human griffins, and flying horses in the middle.

He could only disperse his personnel to investigate as much as possible. In the past few days, because he went too deep into the border, he encountered the reconnaissance posts of the orcs several times.

The beast cavalry riding on the biped dragons have the fighting power not inferior to the magic language bats of the vampires.

He can only control the clansmen to try their best to avoid conflicts.

He came to look for the humans who became refugees because of the war under the order of the patriarch, not to fight the rough and dirty orcs.

The number of blood races is too small, and each of them cannot afford to be damaged.

"Your Excellency the Viscount, there is news from His Majesty the Ancestor that the food for the castle has been fully prepared.

Ivy, Lucy, Dylan, the three viscounts will each bring all the magic word bats to support us.

The order given by the ancestor is to bring back as many people as possible while maintaining their own safety.

And be sure to avoid meeting with the armies of humans and orcs. "

A vampire wearing a leather windbreaker came to Otis and handed him the bat that conveyed the message.

After Odis took the bat and listened to it for a while, he took off the letter paper on his body and tore it open to read it carefully.

"Okay, the patriarch's orders must be strictly carried out. I don't want to see anyone hanged on the rope by those dirty orcs."

It's finally time to start.

Odis clearly remembered the speech that shocked him after the patriarch returned a few days ago.

Build a city greater than Green City.

The owner of this city is a blood race.

From that moment on, he made up his mind that no matter how much he paid, he must achieve this goal.

He looked forward to seeing that day very much. If so, then his Otis name would also be written into the history of the blood race along with the city.

The witness of the rise of the blood race, the blood descendant of the ancestor - Odis Kachar.

What a glorious day that must have been.

Otis' eyes were full of anticipation.

The bats domesticated in a special way by the blood clan have very special abilities. Not only can they locate the old nest, but they can also sense the location of each other through blood.

So Otis is not worried that Ivy and the others will not be able to find him.

The wait didn't last long.

Ivy found Otis at midnight, and it took nearly five Sunday hours to rush from the castle to the border at the flying speed of a magic bat.

A long distance, if it is by land, this distance is enough to waste ten days for a team of cavalry.

In the context of extremely inconvenient transportation, the advantages of having a flying monster in the air are too great.

This is also the reason why the human kingdom reproduces griffins and pegasus in large numbers.

"Ivy, I have received the order from the patriarch, and I will hand over this task to you"

After receiving Li De's order, Otis simply taught the command.

Ivy is the smartest of all their second-generation descendants, and Odis is very happy about her arrival.

This means that this mission may be even more rewarding.

"Odis, thank you for your trust, I swear to Evernight Goddess and Father, I will never let you down"

Ivy's face was solemn, and the pure black mage's robe set off that exquisite face extremely well.

"Now you can report to me all the information you have detected"

"This is the small town of Eric, 100 kilometers away from the war-torn border, and it has already been plundered by orcs once.

Orcs don't come back once they've plundered a town, so we're pretty safe here.

This period of time became shorter and shorter as winter approached, and the orcs sent more and more troops.

In order to avoid the orcs, the civilians in most towns began to flee to Green City, and many of them fled after being plundered by the orcs.

I have sent 800 tribesmen to follow the refugee group, and now the nearest refugee group is 10 kilometers away, with more than [-] people, and [-] tribesmen are monitoring their movements.

I suggest that we focus on eating up this refugee group first, because this is a refugee fleeing from a town, and there are many nobles in it.

The patriarch needs these literate humans"

Li De specifically explained to Otis that when searching for news, he should give priority to finding high-end talents. In "Glory", there are too few literate humans, and most of them are concentrated in the nobles.

So nobles are Li De's first choice to plunder.

Knowledge is the primary productive force, and the future castle will not only have people engaged in agriculture.

Ivy took a deep look at Odis. Among them, most of the second-generation blood clans were born civilians. Only she and Odis were born in nobles and received noble education, so she could know Li De's plan more clearly.

Although the long lives of the other second-generation descendants endowed them with rich knowledge, compared with the orthodox-educated nobles, they lacked a systematic knowledge reserve after all.

"Odis, I'm glad you can think so clearly, maybe it's not the best choice for my father to let me take command"

"No, Ivy, no one can veto the patriarch's decision, I obey your orders"

Ivy shrugged, not politely.

"Okay, immediately call back the tribe who followed the group of refugees, I want to know all the information"

Although he has enough power to fight a small battle in his hands, Ivy is not in a hurry to send everyone.

Humans always hide most of their power until the last moment.

In more than 100 years, she has already worn away the impulse that only young people have.

"Yes, I think the tribe will bring back the information you want"

Otis stretched out his hand, and the bat that had been flapping its wings in the sky landed on his palm.

"Tell Tenn, come back and tell me what you heard"

brush~

As the figure of the bat disappeared into the night, the first population plundering operation officially started.

Chapter 39

Eric's town is over.

Max Eric knew the fate of this frontier town the moment he saw the orcs appear outside the walls.

As the baron of the Nolan Empire, this small town is the fiefdom he wants to protect, but the orc army is not something this small town with only 3000 people can resist.

When the orc wolf cavalry jumped onto the town wall in one leap, he knew it couldn't stand it.

Regardless of everyone's opposition, Marcos fled from the other side of the town with his tribe and artisans in the territory, dragging all his wealth in a carriage.

Before leaving, he also ordered the militia formed spontaneously by the townspeople to intercept the orcs.

But he knew that all of this was in vain. Even the army of the Nolan Empire couldn't stop the orcs. How could a small town's militia resist?

This order was merely to buy some time for his escape.

Sure enough, after he fled the town, the town that took 200 years to build was plundered by orcs, and all the civilians who hadn't had time to escape returned to the embrace of death.

Although the civilians who were abandoned by him escaped from the town by chance, they kept looking at him with hatred, but he didn't care.

As the baron of the kingdom, a noble nobleman, a group of dirty commoners are not qualified to make him give in.

To make sacrifices for the nobles, shouldn't this be what this group of rude and inferior civilians should do?

He thought that his decision was correct, and if those civilians hadn't held back the orcs' footsteps, he might have become food for the dire wolves too.

The orcs invaded the Nolan Empire to plunder food, and they would not leave until they captured a small town and emptied the food.

Those dirty and disgusting orcs have no idea what is most precious.

Marcos sat proudly on the horseback, watching the five carriages filled with silver puke and various precious gems guarded by more than 30 full-body armored guards behind him, and praised his wisdom in his heart.

Every winter, he would load the most valuable things in the territory on the carriage, so that when the orcs came, he could escape as quickly as possible.

Living on the border of the empire, this wise approach kept the continuation of the fire for his family.

As long as he waited until the spring of next year before returning to the town, all of this would still be his.

At the back of the team, two young figures looked at the carriage protected by the guards in the center, ready to move.

"Brother Rekel, are we really going to do it?

Marcos has more than 30 guards, can we win? "

Ollie's young face was a little terrified, and he couldn't release the uneasiness in his heart when he saw Marcos sitting on the horse.

The majesty of the nobles has long been as strong as the walls of Green City under their long rule. Attacking a noble is a serious crime. He knew that if the news spread, he would be wanted by Green City.

Those mercenaries and bounty hunters would happily trade his head for a bounty.

Rekel who was questioned was a burly young man. His short blond hair made him look like a lion. The big sword with the width of two palms on his back proved that he had good strength, and he might be a wolf cavalryman. A good hand in a fight.

"No, Ollie, if we don't do it, we won't have another chance after we go to Green City.

We escaped from Erik's Town without a copper puke, and those noble lords don't care if we live or die.

We need this money, everyone here needs this money"

Reker turned his head and glanced at the hundreds of people gathered around him, his tone full of sadness.

From the moment the orcs broke through the town, they were already dead. Without food and wealth, they would starve to death if they fled to Green City.

Winter is coming soon and no one can afford to wait.

What's more, an aristocrat who abandoned the common people did not deserve their respect.

"Brother Rekel, we all listen to you"

Ollie gritted his teeth and looked at Marcos's back full of hatred. If he hadn't ordered the militia to stop the orcs, several of his friends would not have been killed by those dire wolves.

"When I get close to Marcos, I will attack his guard captain. He is a mid-level professional, whose level may exceed level 7. He is a terrible opponent.

You attack the guard immediately after I do it. We have a large number of people, so we will definitely win.

Don't be afraid of death, your family and children still need the spoils you snatched back, if you don't succeed this time, none of us here will be able to survive."

If they don't do it, they will die. They can't resist this winter, and they can still have some hope of surviving if they do it. Even the cowardly farmer has left behind his inner cowardice at this time.

All the cowardly civilians living on the border died.

"May the Goddess of Life be with us."

Reker took a deep look at the solemn crowd around him, turned and walked towards Marcos' convoy.

After hearing the servant's report, Marcos invited Rekel, the most prestigious of the group of civilians, to his side.

Looking down at this burly commoner while riding a horse, he said proudly: "Rekel, although you are a resident of my small town, you have to show your skills if you want to join my guard."

"Your Excellency the Baron, I am willing to fight against your guard captain. I believe you can see my strength from your eyes."

Reker bowed slightly, and looked very calmly at the vigilant guards at the side. After he expressed his intention, these guards relaxed most of their original vigilance.

The plan is carried out step by step.

"Hahaha, okay, since you are so confident, then I accept your request.

Enda, go, let this challenger see your strength, and if you think it's not bad, don't hurt him.

If it's a crazy piece of shit, show me his head"

Marcos raised his head arrogantly.

When Reker saw Marcos' guard captain was tricked off his horse by him, the killing intent in his heart could no longer be held back.

Holding a big sword horizontally in both hands, like an angry bull, he rushed towards the opponent in the most violent way.

Every step leaves a footprint on the ground.

Warrior Skill - Frenzied Impact,

The civilians who had been waiting for a long time yelled all over the sky after seeing Rekel's move. These civilians living on the border used the most tragic and passionate way to fight for the chance to survive this winter.

It's all about staying alive.