Chapter 221: Chapter 217, Occupying the Cold Wind Mountain Range l
Translator: 549690339
Hearing the blood servant’s words, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Just as they were discussing the issue of the Faceless’s hut, the information was delivered.
Whether or not there is definitive information, it proves that they are trying hard to investigate the matter.
“Bring it over.”
The blood servant handed over the letter.
The Red Duke held it in his hands, carefully examining it.
Gradually, the Red Duke’s expression became increasingly gloomy, his eyebrows furrowed.
Everyone observed the Red Duke’s expression and knew that the information in the letter might not be good news.
After the Red Duke finished reading the letter, he casually put it aside and said, “It says Giovanni is already dead.”
“What? How is that possible?” everyone found it hard to believe.
Once a blood clan member grows bat wings, they possess strong mobility. Unless they court death and cause trouble in places where creatures with the power of flight reside, it is difficult for ordinary human cities to confine Giovanni, especially with the support of the Hamilton family. The most likely case is negotiation, not outright execution.
“The message says someone saw an undead creature with bat wings, which highly resembled Giovanni. It’s highly likely that Giovanni is dead and has been transformed into an undead,” the Red Duke continued.
“Then… so Odys did this?” a blood clan member asked.
Odys, the Skeleton King, is the top undead king in this region.
Only he possesses the ability to transform troops and dares to provoke the Hamilton family.
“No, it’s not Odys.” The Red Duke shook his head slightly. “The letter mentions two locations: north of Pruell City and the orc’s Manim Market.”
“I remember that the young master Giovanni really has a manor in the north of Pruell City,” a blood clan member whispered.
Another blood clan member said, “My Lord Duke, I will arrange for the thin- blooded members to investigate these two places immediately to trace the whereabouts of Master Giovanni.”
“No, the orcs are waging war over there, we shouldn’t send anyone there yet. Who is currently the city lord of Pruell City?” the Red Duke responded calmly, showing no effect from the news of Giovanni’s death.
Even if the Red Duke didn’t take the scattered orcs into consideration, he did not want to provoke these simple-minded creatures.
Those who know nothing but fighting all the time are tiresome to handle. Negotiations with them are not as simple as getting into a fight first.
Furthermore, thin-blooded members are human-bred blood clan scouts who can withstand the sun. They can blend into human society much easier than orcs.
“My Lord Duke, a man named Cyril. He is a very mediocre city lord in terms of both strength and management.”
The Red Duke pondered, no impression of this man in his mind.
The Crescent Heights, managed by the blood clan, requires its affiliated human villages to pay an adequate blood tax monthly. This policy has maintained peace between the two races over the decades by eliminating the need for the blood clan to hunt in human cities.
With the Red Duke having slept for an extended period, he naturally lost track of the human personnel’s switches in the city.
“Mediocrity might be a good thing for us. Arrange for a thin-blooded member to investigate the matter in Pruell City, I want sufficient information,” the Red Duke said sternly.
“Yes, my Lord Duke. I’ll handle it immediately,” a blood clan member said.
The Red Duke nodded.
Whether it’s to find clues about Giovanni’s disappearance or investigate the sudden appearance of an undead force near their territory, it’s all worth sending scouts for detailed investigations.
If there indeed is a rising undead force with no particular background.
He would immediately lead his troops to extinguish this undead force, retrieve the book of the Blood Clan, and eliminate undead forces from the land.
“Go to the Blood Kiln and choose two young humans, send them to my room.” The Red Duke slowly rose and quietly instructed.
“Yes, my Lord Duke.”
The blood servant nodded and went to the Blood Kiln to select tonight’s snacks for the Duke.
The next day, early morning.
Fang Hao opened his eyes and yawned lazily.
At his side, Eira, like a kitten, was nestled in Fang Hao’s arms, looking at herself with a face full of smiles.
“Good morning.”
Eira turned over, sitting up straight on Fang Hao, and spoke in a charming voice, “Master is lazy, sleeping in till this time.”
Her smooth skin and charming voice stimulated Fang Hao’s senses.
To be stimulated like this first thing in the morning was honestly too much.
Just then, the sound-transmitting shell on the bedside table suddenly emitted a prompt, indicating that a message had been received.
Fang Hao’s brows furrowed. It was the sound-transmitting shell he had left for Fireblade and Bronze Bull.
He gently patted Eira to stop her fussing, turned over and placed the shell near his ear to listen.
Soon after, Bronze Bull’s deep voice could be heard from within the shell.
“Master, we have occupied the Skullcrusher Tribe. The Coldwind Mountains, under the persuasion of the ritualist, have all agreed to surrender. Kenji has been arranged to wait for you at the city where Master Zhang Bin is stationed.” This soon?
According to normal marching speeds, it would take at least three days. How could they occupy the Skullcrusher Tribe in just two days?
Upon further thought, it soon made sense.
Undead and Orcs are not the same. Even with their good stamina, Orcs still need to set up camp. Even when vigorously marching during the daytime, it would still require more than three days.
But the Undead do not need it, they march and fight day and night.
Moreover, with ‘Clipper-Kenji’ leading the way, their march would surely be faster than usual.
The only one who would require rest would be Bronze Bull.
But it seemed like Bronze Bull didn’t rest much either, following the army all the way to the Skullcrusher Tribe.
“Does Master have any tasks?” Having already dressed, Eira curiously asked.
“Yes, I need to go out soon. Prepare breakfast, something simple will do.” Fang Hao also got up.
“Alright.”
Eira went downstairs to prepare breakfast, while Fang Hao started washing and doing a quick morning workout.
After a round of running, Eira’s breakfast was ready.
Having breakfast.
Fang Hao, dragging a still sleepy Anjia, boarded the Bone Dragon.
With the other two Bone Dragons loaded with Skeleton Trolls, they took off into the sky.
Picking up Clipper-Kenji in the city where Zhang Bin was stationed, they headed towards the Coldwind Mountains, the location of the Skullcrusher Tribe, under his guidance.
Upon entering the Coldwind Mountains, the temperature dropped dramatically.
Mist wrapped around them in the sky, mountains crumbled, and paths twisted and turned.
Occasionally, a dense forest would appear, surrounded by scattered villages.
Compared to the outside, resources here were definitely scarce.
Under Kenji’s command, the Bone Dragon arrived over the Skullcrusher Tribe.
A dense undead army had surrounded the tribe.
The Bone Dragon descended, and Fireblade and Bronze Bull came forward to greet them.
“Master!”
“Yes, how is the situation here?” As Fang Hao dismounted the Bone Dragon, he asked.
“After the army arrived here, their ritualist didn’t put up much resistance and even convinced the rest of the scattered tribes in the Coldwind Mountains to surrender.” Fireblade explained as they walked.
“Where are they now?”
“All the clan leaders and chieftains are in the main hall, waiting for your arrival.”
“Good, let’s go see.”