The rainy Tasman was still shrouded in mist, just like before.
In terms of land area, Tasman was not much smaller than the Kingdom of Karen. But because of the natural barrier of the Gondola Mountain Range, most of the habitable areas in Tasman were concentrated in the southeast. According to the classification of the undead and humans, the humans, as "lambs," were distributed to more than ten feudal lords in the periphery. They were collectively known as the "periphery pastoral areas."
The real undead lived in the eastern part of the country near the Gondola Mountain Range. Because the terrain was higher, there were abundant minerals and rivers. Several large cities were built here, and it became the heart of the entire kingdom.
The rulers of the "lambs" were all controlled by the undead, so the battles between feudal lords were naturally under the watch of the undead. The fortresses and cities built by the lambs were not very meaningful to the undead. "Lambs" would always be "lambs." The undead did not believe that a flock of lambs would one day kill a shepherd. Therefore, the military fortresses of the undead were generally located at several passes in the Gondola Mountain Range to guard against possible enemies.
Of course, the "enemy" could only be the Kingdom of Karen. And the Kingdom of Karen, whether it was centuries ago or now, had no time to attack Tasman, which was protected by the natural barrier.
Today, no undead would treat the Kingdom of Karen as a threatening enemy. As for the 'lambs' in Tasman, they didn't even know about the existence of the Kallon Kingdom. Only 'lambs' who were always under control could be called 'lambs'. As for the 'lambs' with excessive curiosity, the undead's way of dealing with them was very simple: kill them.
"So … if we continue to obey, the result will be the same."
Amid the pitter-patter of rain, Kulka spoke to the pale hunters in front of him.
Ever since he agreed to work with the self-proclaimed "awakened" undead Dusko, Kulka had constantly instilled the idea of "resistance" into the hunters. Today, it was time for these words to take effect.
Baron Poqi had raised the taxes once again and doubled the mission that was already difficult to complete. At the same time, he ordered the hunting team led by Kurka to complete the mission within a time limit, or else they would have to pay a so-called 'fine'.
Behind every hunter was a family, and behind a hunting team of more than twenty people was a village. If the mission was not completed, it meant that more than half of the villagers would have to starve.
Therefore, the hunters believed that they could no longer allow themselves to be trampled upon.
Kurka didn't reveal the 'truth' that Dusko had told him. Instead, he selectively discussed similar topics with a few of his confidants. This kind of speech was very effective. Not long after, almost everyone realized the strangeness of the disappearance of the hunting captains over the years, and began to cast suspicious gazes on Lord Poch.
Of course, they weren't facing Porky right now, but Porky's butler. The latter was currently furiously walking out of the manor. He said to Kulka and the others who were standing in front of the manor, "What do you mean by coming here? Didn't I tell you? If you can't complete the mission, you will have to bear the consequences! "
The butler looked to be in his thirties, and his skin was very fair due to his pampered lifestyle. However, his face was full of harshness and disdain. It was clear that in his eyes, these poor hunters didn't have the right to speak to him at all. Thus, he ignored Kurka and waved his hand at the two private guards beside him. "Tell these people to get lost. What are they yelling at me for? Get lost! It's been a month and you still haven't caught a single mutant. Be careful, Baron Poch will whip you all! "
The fifteen hunters stood in the rain in silence. Some of them had cowering expressions, but because no one was moving around them, they didn't dare to move either. However, the ones standing at the very front glared angrily at them and even touched their wet hunting knives.
As the captain of the hunters, Kulka didn't shout much at this moment. He just casually looked around. The manor that the butler resided in wasn't small, but there weren't many private guards. Years of suppression had made these private guards forget what it meant to be vigilant. Their vision was sparse, and they could only see five or six people. These were probably the only people in the entire manor who could fight. The rest were just maids and servants.
"Butler Wright, I have something to say."
Kulka took a step forward, and the private guards who raised their hands to stop him were pushed aside by him in a seemingly careless manner.
"I've already said it, you bunch of —"
When Butler Wright turned around and was about to scold them, he only saw a white light splitting the curtain of rain and sweeping across his field of vision.
"Pu!"
His head was sliced in half on the spot. Before the blood that spurted out landed on the ground, that plain hunting knife had already turned to the left and cut down the shocked private guard. Another private guard had just reacted and was about to draw his sword when the other hunters behind him had already pounced on him and ruthlessly slit his throat with a dagger.
"Kill them! We have no way out! "
Kulka's voice made the hunters who had been hoping for a fluke come to their senses. There was no turning back now, because killing the butler of a noble was a capital offense. From the moment Kulka brandished his knife, these hunters and the village behind them were already standing against the nobles.
"How dare you!"
Just as Kulka's people were cutting down the private guards that were charging over, a hunchbacked figure wearing a gray robe suddenly appeared in the manor. Seeing the bloody scene before him, he roared and raised the magic wand in his hand to point at Kulka.
This was necromancer Chandler, who was in charge of converting the undead here. As he cast a spell, he rapidly thought about how to report the "disturbance" that had occurred before him to his superiors. In his eyes, he could absolutely crush these ant-like humans.
His bone puppets had been hiding within the manor. After waving his hand to summon them, these guys with the typical "skeleton soldiers" brandished the weapons in their hands and charged at the hunters.
However, the expected massacre didn't happen. When the bone puppets neared the hunters, they were cut to pieces on the spot by a few figures that suddenly appeared around them. There was also a "bone spear spell" flying towards Chandler, forcing him to hurriedly dodge to the side.
Then, he saw one of his arms spin and fly into the distance.
"You … You …"
Chandler focused his eyes and looked at the figures that appeared one after another around him in horror. Finally, his gaze stopped on the person standing in front of him with a scimitar in his hand. "Dusko … You and this bunch of lowly …"
His head flew into the air. The undead Dusko couldn't be bothered to listen to the other party's nonsense. He only turned around and nodded at his fully armed companions before walking towards Kulka and the others who were panting from the short battle.
"Now, we're standing together."
The hunters gripped their weapons with pale fingers, not knowing what to do as they looked at the twenty or so undead that had suddenly appeared in front of them. They didn't realize that this scene would forever be remembered in history.
The spark of Tasman's revolution had been ignited.
*****
While Tasman's rulers were still intoxicated with blind confidence, Efta was facing an all-out attack from the Orcs.
The Orc army was pressing on the border, and the battle reports that came every day were enough to fill up Roddy's desk. It seemed like the border was in imminent danger, but in reality, Roddy was very relaxed.
He wasn't worried about what the Orcs could do to these fortresses.
What a joke … They had started preparing years in advance. After accumulating military equipment, rations, and soldiers for so long, if they still couldn't defend against the Orcs who didn't have siege weapons, then the humans would have long been destroyed!
A real large-scale war didn't require any strange tactics. I'm just using resources and the city walls to defend. What can you do to me?
Through the feedback from the battle reports, Rody could also see the flaws in the Orcs' army. Sauron, as the Great Chief, was obviously unable to command properly. The scattered tribes had already begun to fight on their own. As a result, the battle line was long and messy, but there was no progress.
"There are many ways to win a war. Manpower, supplies, morale, and so on are all key factors that affect the outcome of a war. Those who seem to be attacking fiercely may not have the last laugh. "
Roddy was all smiles as he chatted with Magister Houdini in front of him. He didn't look like he was trying to hide the situation of the war.
"War is all about resources. I agree with this point very much."
Houdini nodded. He was actually wearing the epic mage robe that Roddy had given him as he stood in front of the sand table, analyzing the current situation of the war with Roddy.
The reason for this was that after Roddy's long talk through the night, Houdini had wisely chosen his position.
In other words, Houdini had now become Roddy's "very close strategic partner."
In the entire Kingdom of Karen, there was no other place with a higher level of magic than Elsen City. Therefore, in terms of magic resources, Roddy's monopoly had directly won him the full support of a Magister from the Lachman Kingdom!
Houdini would use "prophecy spells" to provide spell support for Roddy. His apprentice would also participate in the defense of Efta Fortress at a certain employment fee to accumulate combat experience. The price Roddy paid was the opening of a part of the laboratory, a set of epic mage robes, and a promise to advance and retreat together with Houdini in the future.
This was definitely a heavy weight on the scale of war.
"With the technology in hand, the world is mine," "Magic technology is the number one productive force," and so on. These were the true sentiments in Roddy's heart. With the support of a prophecy Magister, he had successfully expelled the last part of the Mist in the Tasman Kingdom and officially led the team into battle.
Of course, this was not a "battle", but a "infiltration mission" that was planned to last about 15 days.
30 Knights who had completed their class-change went into battle lightly, each riding two horses. 60 barbarian soldiers carried compressed rations processed by the High Elves and large bags with them. Natha, Akasha, and 10 High Elf Magicians followed. Based on the average level and level of this team, it was easy for Roddy to face thousands of Orcs head-on.
Not to mention Merinthra, who knew that Houdini was on the team. It was not an easy task to enter deep into Tasman alone. Now that a powerful Magician had joined them, Roddy naturally could not ask for more.
Neferi, who was also a Magician, obviously did not receive such treatment. Just as she was about to speak, Roddy glared at her and she did not dare to speak.
Therefore, on the 4th of May, a team of about 100 people quietly left Elsen City in the early morning. Under the protection of the "Soundproof Barrier" and the "Mimicry Barrier", they headed north to the Gondola Mountains.
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