Chapter 86 Arrival!

One body after another was transported back to the territory. The kitchen squad leader Bubull looked forward to it, and as soon as he saw the returning team, he hurriedly met.

"Let me do it! I'll carry it! Hey! This werewolf is so strong. I have a good meal today!"

The detective mouse let Bubull carry the zombie, who quickly placed the body flat on the large table, picked up the knife and started to handle it skillfully.

Everyone has become accustomed to this scene. Even humans may attack goblins and zombies when famine occurs.

Ictor walked by calmly, and Bubull asked him if he wanted to try the sturdy garbled meat, but it was obvious that Ictor did not have that appetite.

The scenes of the investigation team really scared the arrested werewolf Gamp.

As soon as he came in, he saw that his companions who had just enjoyed dried fish with him had been bleeding, peeled, and hung on the hook.

Even the powerful warrior from the Stone-Skin Tribe did not escape the fate of being dismembered.

Even their own people could not escape the poison! Gamp saw the rats dismembered their companions, ground the bones into powder, and threw the flesh into mud in the fields and buried them!

This is unreasonable! Who is the barbarian?

Even the werewolf would bury the warriors of the tribe.

Is this the custom of their tribe? Or something else? In short, Gamp really can't understand it! This strange territory made him feel extremely frightened!

Looking at his companion hanging on an iron hook like prey, the zombie Gamp couldn't help but vomit, and the dizziness kept pouring into his brain.

"I feel it! It's the big-horned rat, the big-horned rat has received my tribute! The gods have been paying attention to me!"

In fact, the rat people don't know what to do with this only living mouth.

If the energy supply of high-level magic crystals is lost, and if it is still on, there is only one possibility.

Other rats also saw it, and the rats were helpless to such a guy who could not be eaten or beaten.

But despite all this, if we do nothing, there will always be only ten zombies’ flesh and blood for us to use.”

Not only useful, but also very useful.

"I understand the clan leader, just don't worry, this matter will be covered by me, Tagrien."

Whether it is its function or image, it is a complete bait.

After walking out of the Investigation Brigade's garrison, a werewolf hanging from a bamboo pole quickly stood up in the camp behind him.

Seeing this, Ictor shook his head, then pinched his nose with his hands and ordered Tagrian:

If the main nation is human, it can also absorb refugees and press the acceleration button on the carriage of territory development.

But soon, his door was knocked.

His desires were strong and his intentions were obvious, which was really good for Ictor.

The little girl pulled up the hem of Ictor's shirt and walked downstairs, heading straight to the wine cellar with the summoning array engraved.

Ictor said that as the saying goes, long-term fishing, in his plan, the gnoll will play a good bait.

"When the territory was constructed, there were many bamboo poles left. Go find a complete one, inserted diagonally on the ground, and use the one to hang this house on a high place, so that it can be seen in the forest.

You can watch the food and water, just stay alive. This guy hung on a tree for a day, which would be enough to deal a blow to the morale of those guys.

"What's wrong?"

Ictor visited the fields a little, recharged the cave lizard and returned to the castle, finally getting a free time.

"Without, I don't like to eat this dirty thing even if it's stewed."

At the same time, the Ladley clan nest far away in the medieval plane.

The long-darken summoning array is now emitting a magical blue light.

"I really can't rest."

What happens if the gray prophet appeared a female rat man? What happens if the mother-in-law is improved? What happens if it is improved?

While fantasizing about a better life in the future, Ictor opened the door and saw Sasha looking panicked.

Unfortunately, Ictor, who lacks everything, even opens the door!

Maybe he needs a personal maid, and it is not impossible for a male servant to be a servant.

"Tagrian, we killed eleven werewolves on this trip, and ten of them became meat and leather in our territory,

Gamp let out a low roar, completely unaware of his fate.

But this does not mean that living were useless.

After all, there is no unreasonable refund after more than seven days.

"Yes, then the clan leader, how should we treat him?"

Although I knew that the time flow rate of the two planes would not be the same, Ictor, who had not arrived for seven days, was still quite anxious.

Many times, Ictor thought that even if he gave him a town, no, a village, and with a territory of this size as the basis, he could soon throw all the trivial matters to his various subordinates.

Captives are not for food, what else can they be used for?

If only one is not enough to be a slave.

"It's the plane channel! The goods I ordered arrived!"

Remember, there are enough rat people around him, day and night, and someone comes to rescue him and kill the stewed meat to eat, so that he must keep the kid's life. I will use him to point out the location of the enemy tribe in the future."

If it is a maid, it is best to have a white-haired beast.

Rapa complained that he had seen timid people, but never seen timid people than rats.

"Teacher! You'd better go and see it yourself!"

After a while, Ictor found the wooden box floating in the void, and his mental power turned into a fish hook, and took it up.

"Aowuwuwuwuwu↓"

The rat people looked at the zombie Gamp with the eyes of looking at the food, which made him feel cold all over.

Icket said with peace of mind that besides that guy Genier, Targrian was the most reassuring rat man in the camp.

Fortunately, he came from the self-skinned clan.

This is not difficult. Although the plane channel is not directly connected, it is indeed a shared transit station. As long as the things are delivered, they can be located.

The stove of the investigation brigade here was hot, and the rat people from other brigades couldn't help but come over, licking the rat's faces one by one, without any concealing his intention to eat him raw.

The materials transmitted across planes will first be sent into the void between planes, and then cut off contact with the main plane. What Icket has to do now is to find the materials in the void.

Tagrian asked, his dangerous gaze swept over Gamp beside him, and directly scared the werewolf to the point of being so scattered and spit out.

“This is the best.”

Tagrian had no choice but to come forward and asked:

"Clan leader, how do we deal with this living dog thing?"

However, judging from the delivery time today, the time flow rate difference between the two planes is not too much, which means that both parties can communicate more in a timely manner.

Ictor himself knew very well about these gnolls who were not able to speak. He had no hope of asking for information from him.

What's more, these little zombies can provide very limited information.

I can't understand the language and can't find out if I want to ask about information.

Speaking of this, Ictor couldn't help but think of the Rat-Man Grey Prophet who was covered in white hair.

Qiao Qiao shouted happily, the Storm Rat on the side was unable to complain about the clan leader's pronunciation of the big-horned rat, and it was not accurate at all.

Who knows who these things will be given to.

However, he was also happy to see the wooden box being teleported away. When he recalled the eyes of the clan leader that day, Storm Rat couldn't help but shudder.

No matter who he gives it to, as long as he doesn't use that kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!