Chapter 425: Chapter 390, Great Horn Ridge_2
“Yes,” Fang Hao replied.
Fang Hao led his people back to their quarters.
From Eric’s conversation with the steward, they learned that some people had already fled back to the city and reported what had happened to the Dragon Scale Mercenary Corps to the City Lord’s Mansion.
According to the rules established by the task hall for mercenaries, it wouldn’t be long before an investigation would be launched into the Dragon Scale Mercenary Corps.
Nearly a thousand mercenaries died outside.
This was a matter that even the City Lord’s Mansion would take seriously.
It all depended on whether the person who issued the task would be found out.
Back at their lodging, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.
It wasn’t until dinner time that they came out of their rooms again.
At the dinner table, Fang Hao saw Rolana.
Still dressed in her gender-neutral attire.
After dinner, Fang Hao thought for a moment and decided to tell her about Eric.
“Rolana, do you remember Eric?” Fang Hao started.
“Eric?” Rolana furrowed her brows in thought, “I don’t remember, where is he from?”
“He is the one who spoke to you briefly at the auction held by the City Lord’s Mansion last time.” Fang Hao reminded.
“Oh, what happened to him?” Rolana inquired impassively.
“I happened to meet him on this mission, and it seems to me that he has some feelings for you. Upon learning that you are a model for my shop, he asked me to bring you a letter,” Fang Hao said.
Rolana’s mood had improved a lot recently.
Sitting in the hall now, though she didn’t speak much, she wasn’t as cold as before, looking like the world owed her money all the time.
Fang Hao explained the situation in detail.
He didn’t want Eric’s presence to lower the hard-won loyalty.
Rolana looked at Fang Hao with some curiosity, “Where’s the letter?”
Fang Hao took out the letter and pushed it in front of Rolana.
She casually tore it open and started reading.
When she finished, she nonchalantly shredded the letter with energy.
“Bad penmanship.” Rolana got up, stretched, and walked outside, “I’m going to the pub, you tell Mr. Eric thank him for the poetry, but I don’t like men.”
Without waiting for Fang Hao’s response, she went off.
Fang Hao stared at Rolana’s retreating figure.
He was slightly dumbfounded.
What’s going on? This isn’t following the script.
Is it over just like that?
Why was Rolana so… easy to talk to today?
Something good happen?
Plus, her nightly trips to the pub aroused some suspicion in Fang Hao.
She wouldn’t be cultivating a Blood Clan force in the city, would she?
A bit worried, he went straight back to his room.
Then, the window of the room was opened, and a skeleton gray sparrow flew out.
The carriage took Rolana to the entrance of the pub.
After the carriage left, Rolana didn’t enter the pub. Instead, she stood at the door for a while.
Then she walked directly along the main road toward the central area.
As evening fell, there were no pedestrians on the road.
The occasional drunkards and gang members, seeing Rolana’s male attire, didn’t react.
The skeleton gray sparrow followed from a distance.
It watched as Rolana entered the City Lord’s Mansion.
“Damn! Spy in action.”
Bloody Mountain Range, Giant Horn Ridge.
Huge Bone Rhinos, each carrying a war drum on their backs.
Bone soldiers sitting on the rhino’s backs swung the bone hammers in their hands, hitting the drums rhythmically.
Surrounding the drummers was a boundless army of the undead.
It was eerie and terrifying everywhere.
A week had passed since the undead army attacked the Bloody Mountain Range.
During this week, nearly a hundred troll tribes, large and small, had been attacked by the undead army.
The limitless army was like a tsunami.
Submerging one troll village after another.
The brave and warlike trolls, when faced with the undead army, showed only their frailty and powerlessness.
And as the battles progressed, the number of undead troops.
Had increased from the initial 3.5 million to over 4 million.
The fallen trolls would become members of the undead army, continuing to fight for their Lord.
At the rear of the undead army.
A Gnoll scout ran on all fours.
He stopped in front of a Bone Horse carriage and reported loudly, “Lord Black Thorn, we have news from the front. Our army has reached the Giant Horn Ridge. The enemy numbers nearly 500,000, and they have defensive equipment.”
The undead army never rests.
The speed of their campaign surpassed the efficiency of all living creatures.
This rate of battle left no chance for the trolls to catch their breath.
It was enough to exhaust the remaining trolls.
The carriage window opened a crack, and Black Thorn’s voice came out, “What are their defensive measures?”
“A wall built from temporary logs and rubble. They also made a few chevaux de frise and iron chains,” the Gnoll reported.
“How high is the wall?”
“Around five meters, it was hastily built so it’s rather flimsy,” said the Gnoll.
“Summon the other leaders, the others prepare for battle,” ordered Black Thorn grimly.
The scout quickly withdrew and called the other heroes over.
Troll temporary camp.
The clan leader of the Stone Head tribe, Bagath, stood behind the wall, watching the dense undead army in the distance.
The temporary defense wall was just over 5 meters high.
Standing on a rock, he could see the outside scenario.
This wall, could it withstand the undead army?
The undead army stopped in the distance, and the low drumbeat also ceased.
This gave the trolls a chance to catch their breath.