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The Eternal Night Monarch…

The mercenaries wore solemn faces. They had dealt with plenty of strange occurrences in their money-making endeavors.

Among them were those who had dealt with the Blood Clan.

The term ‘Eternal Night’ was something they were all too familiar with as it signified the Blood Clan.

In the same way, they were not averse to the idea that the price of immortality would be to become a vampire.

In their treatment of the weak, they were no kinder than the Blood Clan.

“Mr. Eifu, can I?” The mercenary with the big beard looked at the notes on the table.

He asked if he could take a look at their contents.

Old Eifu nodded slightly, he had brought it out so that everyone would believe his words.

The man with the big beard picked up the notes, carefully undoing the thin hemp rope tied around them.

The notes were so old that they were afraid they would crumble if they handled them too roughly.

As the notes were opened, their content was revealed.

These were the notes of a commander.

The first few pages told of his day-to-day life: which girl he fell in love with at what age, and the day he confessed his feelings, only to find the girl playing a game with a nobleman, bearing their buttocks.

At what age a traveler came to town and he began to learn swordsmanship.

Another year, a beautiful girl came to town. She was so beautiful that she enchanted everyone.

Compared to this beauty, the girl who had exposed herself before the noble looked like a lustful village girl.

The men of the city, overnight, became rivals in love.

In the latter half of the notes, at the age of 40, the author became the city’s commander and could potentially advance to become a hero.

He planned to work until spring, then resign and go to a city with a Merit Training Ground to attempt to advance.

In his final year, he led his soldiers in defense of the city while the city was preparing to celebrate the New Year.

The old city lord had sent bottles of grape wine to each household, including theirs.

The notes end here and a few pages remain blank.

It was only after turning three pages that they saw new content.

Damned old man, he deceived everyone. My soldiers started to shed their skins, revealing the flesh beneath.

He turned us all into damned monsters.

In the last layer of the notes, there was a hand-drawn map. This commander asked his friends, according to the map, to find and rescue him.

“What does this prove?” The man with the big beard passed the notes to the next person, then asked a question himself.

A single notebook, and the contents did not mention the method to achieve immortality. What could it say?

Old Eifu continued, “The commander’s friend was just a merchant. He returned to the city under the guise of a traveling merchant. The once old and should- have-been-dead city lord looked increasingly young, like a gentleman of thirty or forty years. His friend, the commander, had truly disappeared.”

“During his few days’ stay in the city, members of his team started disappearing one after another. Carrying all his goods, he left the city under the noon sun on a deserted street.”

“Later, the merchant continued to pay attention to the matter, gathering a lot of information, including the monarch and the key.”

The mercenaries turned towards Old Eifu.

“Mr. Eifu, are you the merchant in the story?”

Old Eifu was a merchant, and a wealthy one at that, so people naturally associated him with the character in the story.

“No.” Old Eifu continued, “This is a story of my great-grandfather.”

“So you believe this story?” The man with the big beard asked.

If it had been any day before today, whether the story was true or false, as long as Old Eifu was willing to pay, they were willing to play along with him.

But now, with the implications of fighting against the undead and the secret of immortality, they wanted to get a clear answer before proceeding.

“The key, the ancient cemetery, they have all been verified, haven’t they?” Old Eifu retorted.

The mercenaries looked at each other.

“Mr. Eifu, shall we visit the ancient cemetery tomorrow?” The man with the big beard asked quietly, his attitude reverent again.

“Yes, let’s go and see tomorrow.” Old Eifu got up and returned to his bedroom. “Don’t let this out, or we’ll be in bigger trouble.”

“Alright, then we won’t disturb your rest.”

After everyone said goodbye, they left the room, closing the door behind them.

On the way back, Fang Hao dismissed his God’s Presence.

Sitting on the bed, he first contacted Zhang Bin.

“Zhang Bin, are you there?”

“Boss, your orders.” Zhang Bin’s reply was as prompt as always.

“I’m going to have the Blood Hunter send you a kind of animal called Iron Claw Rat. It can help the farmers to loosen the soil. When you get them, distribute them among the villagers and have them care for the animals separately.”

“Oh, alright. How many will there be?”

“505. Once you get them, distribute them to the villagers. Keep an eye on them, these little guys like to dig holes.”

“Ah? Oh, okay.” Zhang Bin was a bit confused, but he agreed anyway.

As the conversation ended, Fang Hao left the room and went downstairs.

He hadn’t eaten all day and he was hungry.

“Master, just a moment, dinner will be ready soon.” Eira showed a sweet smile.

“Okay.”

Fang Hao gave a reply and then walked straight out of the castle.

As soon as he stepped out of the main entrance, he saw Nelson sitting silently on a bench, waiting.

A skeleton orc stood beside him.

“Scholar Nelson, you’re out of seclusion, huh.” Fang Hao immediately approached.

After offering his respects, Nelson introduced, “My lord, this is Black Thorn.”

The Skeleton Hero behind him stepped forward, dropped to one knee and said, “BlackThorn pays respects to the Lord.”

Fang Hao understood. So, the commander of the 300,000 Orcs army is known as Black Thorn.

[Black Thorn – Amiri]

Now, he could only be called Black Thorn.

[BlackThorn (Fifth-Level Hero)]

[Faction: Undead]

[Template: Blue]

[Racial Traits: Undead, Hollow Skeleton, Weakness to Light]

[Army Talent: City Defence, Infantry Commander, Ranged Attack Commander]

[Skills: Camping, Thorns, Torture, Conversation with the Dead]

[Innate Abilities: Advanced Defense Mastery, Intermediate Tactics Mastery, Intermediate Command Mastery, Intermediate Single-Handed Weapon Mastery]

[City Defense]: For units under his command in defensive battles, morale is increased by 5%, and defence is increased by 1%.

[Camping (Passive)]: Efficiency of setting up camp or building fortifications for units under his command is increased by 20%.

[Torture (Passive)]: He is proficient in torture, causing the morale of the tortured to drop to zero.

[Thorns (Active)]: Causes 50% skill damage to the target.

[Conversation with the Dead (Active)]: Grants a corpse the illusion of life, a brief return to life, allowing it to answer questions. (Prerequisites: The corpse must have a mouth, and cannot be undead.)

[Description: Product of the Immortal Corpse Witch, not confirmed by the God of the Undead, this hero cannot advance]

The attributes of Black Thorn were a bit weird.

He didn’t seem like a leading hero, but rather like an executioner who was suited for torture.

I’m glad I won that battle. If I fell into his hands, could it have been good?

I would have been tortured to death.

“Alright, you get up for now, and when the team returns, I’ll give you a task.” Fang Hao said.

“Yes, my lord.”

Black Thorn stood up and respectfully stepped aside.