Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

At the northern end of the South Taren Prairie, Thor's Castle.

Since owning the land here three years ago, the three tribes of Orcs, Black Hawk, Mad Leopard, and Serpent have jointly demolished the Thor Fortress and rebuilt a brand new city not far away with the materials they obtained. The memory of the orcs is so deep that this new city is still called Thor's Castle.

For three full years, the power of the three clans of Black Hawk, Mad Leopard, and Giant Snake has soared. They occupied the north-south traffic arteries, monopolized land transportation, and expanded from time to time around Thor’s Castle. The manpower went south to plunder the human population and materials, so the current Thor Castle has gradually replaced the Bear Clan’s Beamon Castle as the new center of the orcs.

In the past 3 years, the orcs and the humans in the imperial capital have each recuperated for 3 years, but recuperating does not mean stopping fighting. In fact, battles of thousands of people occur from time to time. Every few months, the orcs form wolves. The cavalry would quickly go south to plunder humans, and then the knights of the imperial capital would rush north. After several battles between the two sides, the orcs slowly returned to the tribal habitat with their spoils, and the knights of the imperial capital had to return to the imperial capital. Before any rest, he had to go south to suppress the rebellion of the lords like Senat.

Since the entire north of the imperial capital is an endless plain, humans have no danger to guard. They can only spend huge manpower and material resources to build a strong manor. When the orcs come to plunder, they will hide in the manor fort and stand by for help. The gains of the orcs who have gone south repeatedly have been greatly reduced. In order to make up for the loss of their expected interests, the powerful orc tribes put their ideas on those weak orc tribes.

Unknowingly, a dozen orc tribes with not many people disappeared in the depths of the prairie inexplicably. After a few months, those who are interested will find that there are more slaves in the repair of Thor’s Castle. Many familiar faces, and these orcs originally belonged to those tribes that had disappeared, but no one dared to tell the matter publicly, because those who dared to do so would disappear somehow.

"One, two, three!" Two human corpse throwers shouted, and forcefully threw an orc corpse into the dark corpse throwing hole.Behind the two corpse throwers was a cart full of corpses. The car was filled with dozens of corpses, old and young, humans and orcs.

"I said, these guys are getting poorer and poorer now." A human corpse thrower said to his companion: "I still remember 3 years ago, I could get a pile of silver coins from just one person, now It’s not bad to have a few copper coins. Alas, it’s hard to find even a good piece of clothing on a dead person."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and throw these corpses away. We'll gamble all night with those bastards. I can't win them if I don't believe it." Another tall corpse thrower said, "You look carefully. Point, even a copper coin is better than nothing, they won’t use it anyway."

"Huh?" The first short corpse thrower suddenly said, "Why is this corpse's clothes so hard?" After saying this, the short corpse thrower took out a dagger from his body and moved The body's clothes were cut open, and a tightly wrapped linen bag was found from the clothes.

"Ah, is it a good thing he hid? Hurry up and let me see." The tall corpse thrower left what was at hand, came to his companion a few steps and said: "Maybe we are going to make a fortune, I guess it is. A gem."

The short corpse thrower opened the linen cloth with trembling hands, and a thumb-sized gem appeared in front of them. The two men drooled looking at the gem, not knowing what to say for a while. After a while, the tall corpse thrower reacted. He stretched out his hand to grab the gem in his hand. Unexpectedly, the short corpse thrower didn’t move slowly. He retracted his hand forcefully, trying to hold it. The gem is hidden in the body.

The two people scrambled. The tall corpse thrower was more powerful. He grabbed the piece of linen and snatched the gem from the shorter companion. Naturally, the short corpse thrower was not reconciled. In vain, he let his companion snatch the things away. He slammed his tall companion hard, and the gem came out of his hand, and under the gaze of the two men, it made an arc and fell into the corpse-throwing hole.

The dark corpse-throwing hole suddenly lit up. The short corpse thrower held the torch and moved slowly toward the front step by step. Behind him, the tall corpse thrower grasped the hemp rope with both hands, slowly Fell to the ground.

"You idiot, if it weren't for you to grab it, we would have drunk ale now." The short man smelled the rancid smell in the cave, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he scolded angrily.

The tall man was still crawling down slowly, his body hanging in the air, and he sneered at each other: "It was obviously you who pushed me."

The short man cursed a few more words and no longer had time to speak, because under his feet were all corpses. Some of these corpses had completely turned into bones, but the ones that were thrown in not long ago were slowly decomposing. The whole cave was filled with the rancid smell of corpses. Fortunately, these two corpse throwers dealt with corpses all day, and they were barely able to adapt.

The short man was holding a torch in one hand, and holding a wooden stick in the other hand, slowly pushing away the bones on the ground, trying to find out the whereabouts of the gem, while the tall man followed the short man in his mouth after landing safely. Shang kept praying to the god of light to embolden himself.

"Ah, I saw it." The short corpse-throwing man's eyes lit up, and he found that the gem he had lost was held in his palm by a skeleton arm. He didn't think much about it, and dropped the stick in his hand. He walked over to the gem. Just as he stretched out his arm to grab the gem, a human male's blunt voice sounded in the cave: "This is yours?"

"Of course!" The short corpse thrower replied without thinking, "Of course it's me..." When he said this, he suddenly realized that the man's voice did not belong to anyone he knew. At the same time, the skeleton's arm with the gem in front of the short man moved.

"Uh!" Although the tall corpse-throwing man was very big, he was too courageous. With the help of the torch in the hand of the short companion, he saw a moving dark shadow shaking not far from him, scared. As a result, he fainted on the spot, and the short man had a lot more courage, he just subconsciously let out a scream.

The short corpse thrower grew his mouth and looked at the black shadow in front of him with an incredible look. With the help of the light from the torch in his hand, he could barely see the other side's appearance: a creature about the same size as a human, but only one. The left hand was completely withered bones, besides that, the whole body of this guy was almost the same, except for a small group of rags around his crotch.

Soon, the short corpse thrower adapted to the light in front of him. He could clearly see that the guy’s body was covered with stitch marks. Many nearby skins were completely different in texture and skin tone. People think of a finely crafted fur coat. Skilled craftsmen intercept the most essential parts of the poor little animals and stitch them together to achieve the best wearing effect.

"Very well, give it back to you." The guy who didn't know if it was a human stretched out his skeleton arm again, and handed the gem to the short corpse thrower, but the short one is greedy now. Zhixin, he casually said a few words, turned around and ran desperately along the road when he came.

"Bang!" The short man only ran 2 steps before hitting something hard. He swears to the sky that he never saw this scary thing in front of him when he first came. Zombies that have rotted, but can walk on their own.

"How long is it?" the guy with the skeleton arm asked, "What year is it now?"

The short man knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried loudly, "I still have a mother who is a few dozen years old, a dozen children who can't walk, and..."

"Oh. Have humans reoccupied Thor's fortress? Otherwise, how could those rude guys raise so many idlers?" said the guy with the skeleton arm, and his questioning made the short guy keep kowtowing: "Please don't kill me, you see that I don't even have meat in my whole body. If you want to eat it, eat that guy. He has a lot of meat and is chewy..."

"Really?" The guy with the skeleton arm listened to the short man's words, and uttered a series of spells. He pointed his skeleton arm at the tall man who had fainted on the ground. A cloud of evil black mist emerged from the gray skeleton. From the knuckles, the black mist flew very fast, and it could be said that it covered the tall man's whole body in less than two seconds.

"Ah!" Although the tall man was still in a coma, the severe pain from his body made him scream. He rolled desperately on the ground, trying to break free from the shackles of the black mist, but no matter how hard he tried If this is not possible, the black mist follows him like the clothes he wears.

After ten seconds, the black mist dissipated, and a pair of tall dead bones appeared in front of the short corpse thrower. Most of the meat on the dead bones had rotted, but there was still a lot of them, especially the dead bone heads. Department, you can clearly see half of the original face, it is the tall man throwing the corpse.

The short man who looked terrifying in front of him vomited out on the spot. He knelt on the ground honestly, never daring to say anything. The guy with the skeleton arm began to patiently question the captive in front of him, and the short man threw it away. Under the threat of death, the corpse man, of course, did not dare to conceal, and obediently said everything he knew.

The guy with the skeleton arm repeatedly questioned it several times, and when he saw that he could not get any useful information again, he used his skeleton palm to touch the short man’s head. The short man only felt that a powerful evil force was flooding. He rushed into his brain, sad, sorrow, fear, sorrow, helplessness, pain... Soon his mind couldn't contain these many emotions, and it burst completely with a "bang".

Bloodstain splashed all over, soaking the guy with the skeleton arm all over, but he didn't care at all. Instead, in the bottom of his heart, he uttered the most violent growl at his enemies in distant places: "I still I'm not dead, I will be back, waiting for my revenge curse to come!"