Chapter 680 Acting for Ghosts

With the help of the power of "WAAAGH!", the ghouls in their infancy were wiped out, and the orc settlement fell into the control of the Blackfoot tribe. The orcs who had found the "most suitable slogan for the orcs" were still immersed in excitement and couldn't help themselves, roaring loudly to vent their fighting spirit.

Zhao Mai shook off the blood on the machete, squatted down in front of the ghoul, put his hand on the head that was split in half, and carefully felt the energy in it. There are already ghouls in Mordor, but there is nothing special about the ghouls in front of me. But converting it into ghoul power is not the style of this world.

"That guy is a necromancer?" Zhao Mai himself has some necromancy abilities and is no stranger to the power inside. "From a purely snowballing ability point of view, ghouls are not much worse than orcs. The key is that they do not need to consume food at all for maintenance. But it is meaningless when ghouls attack towns and face regular military formations, and the same goes for dire wolves. The question is, what is that guy going to do?”

Zhao Mai's question cannot be answered for the time being. His orc men slowly relaxed and finally got down to business. Since they were unscathed in this battle, these orcs cleared the battlefield very quickly.

It was the orcs who understood the orcs. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets and plundered food, clothing, and tools from all kinds of corners and holes. The female orcs came with carts and started moving the settlement. Duchat was busy gathering the corpses of the ghouls and making a fire to burn them. "Don't be too busy. Cut off their heads and burn their bodies."

"Chief, the ghoul's head may be carrying diseases, so it's best to burn it."

"Don't worry, the power of the Dark Lord is growing, and there will be no problem with the heads of these ghouls." Zhao Mai will definitely remove the disease-causing power above before using it. "You and Daryl can carry these ghoul heads to the surrounding settlements and warn them of the ghoul problem. Only the Blackfeet tribe can protect them! Do you understand?"

"Good leader, the Blackfoot tribe will become stronger and stronger!" Duchart raised his shield and used it as a guillotine to separate the heads of each ghoul. He pulled a rope from the train and threaded his head through the flames of the ghoul's body.

While cleaning up the battlefield, the dire wolf's footprints were quickly discovered. Daryl checked carefully outside the settlement and reported to Zhao Mai that at least forty dire wolves had been seen. "This is a large group. Their leader must be very strong and difficult to deal with."

"You don't have to worry about that. Can you tell which direction the dire wolf went?"

"To the east, straight to the east." Daryl frowned, "The east is not a good direction, there is a lot of green over there, and there are tracts of woods. Those trees are very strange and difficult to burn."

"Why burn a tree? Isn't it just right to chop it down and use it as firewood? Are there tree people inside?"

"I have never seen what a tree man is." Daryl said: "The escaped slaves will choose to go east, because Mordor is surrounded by mountains on three sides and they cannot climb over it. Everyone knows that there are slaves hiding in the woods. We went in to catch them, but the effect was not very good. Elves like trees, but orcs don’t like trees.”

"Then do you dare to follow me to the woods?" Zhao Mai said casually.

"Leader, I will follow you." Daryl said: "However, it is better to transport these large trucks back first. This is your victory and should be seen by more orcs."

I didn't expect that Daryl would still think about his leader. If he were an ordinary orc, his brain would get hot when he heard that he could fight. Daryl's ability to think like this is probably inseparable from his half-orc ancestry. Zhao Mai nodded. Just as he was about to say something encouraging, he heard a burst of footsteps coming from the distance.

A large group of dire wolves, more than a hundred in number, were rushing towards Zhao Mai. Their goals are clear and their actions are orderly, and you can tell they are being directed by someone. The orcs haven't noticed this situation yet and are still busy loading and moving.

"Okay, stop pretending, that's enough!" Zhao Mai roared: "When we go back, we have to pass through Bucktooth's settlement. Regardless of whether he surrenders or not, we have to load up the things and transport them back. There should be some space in the car!"

There might be a battle to be fought, and there might be more loot, and the orcs were happy when they heard it. "Gather the cars together, grab your weapons, don't let me see you loose!"

Without directly warning the enemy of the attack, the reason why Zhao Mai used this method to gather the orcs was because he felt the energy fluctuations of magic, and someone was using some kind of magic to peek here. He vaguely seemed to be able to see a pair of greedy eyes, hidden in the mist formed by the will of the dark world, looking down from the sky.

A huge dark cloud quickly drifted over, covering the pale and weak sun. The day instantly turned into dusk, and it felt increasingly bleak. Orcs like to fight in the dark, and their eyes can clearly see the enemy in a lightless environment. This dark cloud is undoubtedly the work of the enemy, so it certainly does not come to strengthen the orcs' advantage. Zhao Mai smelled a conspiracy in it, so he pointed to the stone house of the leader of the settlement and said to Daryl: "The situation is wrong. Use cars to surround the house and block the doors and windows."

"What kind of enemy needs to hide?" As soon as Daryl finished speaking, he also heard the movement. The frightened cries of crows in the distance would only be so crazy when encountering a large number of enemies. He first thought whether orcs from a larger settlement might also come here to rob, but he never imagined that there would be hundreds of dire wolves.

"There have to be a few people on the roof, and there have to be people in front of the door to answer the enemy. We can't let the enemy underestimate us." Daryl immediately took action and asked the orcs to pull the car around the stone house. The orc women also had to get their weapons, and then He went up to the roof with a few shooters. Duchard was too big and stood at the door holding his shield, just like a city gate.

Zhao Mai knelt down half-kneeling, activating the power of darkness in himself. He was imitating the rituals of the orcs to find an excuse for his powerful fighting ability after a while. Not to mention the person opposite was a time traveler, even the local aborigines couldn't tell the authenticity of Zhao Mai's ritual. Zhao Mai looks like a real orc in every move, but he is slightly stronger in every aspect. With his wisdom, this is the limit, and the rest depends on his combat effectiveness.

When it comes to combat, whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, Zhao Mai has never been timid. When hundreds of dire wolves returned to the outskirts of the settlement and howled together, Zhao Mai just smiled slightly and held up the ferocious machete: "Did you see it? So much meat!"

How many people must be killed before the voyeur appears?