Chapter 192 - 192, Buying Intelligence (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions........ ) 1
The information obtained from the first corpse wasn’t plentiful.
However, some vital information was revealed.
The Skullcrusher Tribe was still eager to wage war, having contacted a Troll Tribe to cooperate in launching a continuous attack on Fang Hao’s territory. This news hardened the heart of Fang Hao who was planning to live a peaceful life for a few days.
Their willingness to cooperate meant they have strength superior to the previously 300,000 strong force to deal with Fang Hao’s Undead Army. This time, a one-horned sheep and a dying wild boar were transported. Both were thrown in front of the second corpse and the bloodletting began. Whoosh!
The second corpse sat up again, with a bewildered look in his eyes.
“You are already dead, now answer my question, which Troll Tribe has the Skullcrusher Tribe contacted?” Black Thorn directly asked.
The corpse answered, “It is the Bloodthroat Tribe on the other side of the mountain.”
“What powerhouses are in the Bloodthroat Tribe?”
I m not sure, but I’ve heard that the chieftain of the Bloodthroat Tribe is an orange hero.”
The blood in the rune began to rise like steam, and the resuscitated ore’s body also began to swell like a balloon.
“Apart from the orange chieftain, who are the other heroes in the Bloodthroat Tribe?”
“I don’t know.”
“How many troops will the Skullcrusher dispatch?” Black Thorn’s questioning pace was accelerating.
“I don’t know.”
“How many troops does the Bloodthroat Tribe have?”
“I don’t know.”
The orc’s body was already like a balloon, and his facial features began to deform.
Black Thorn continued to ask, “Tell me, what’s the full name of the Bloodthroat chieftain?”
“Meatfist-Kaius.”
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the orc’s body exploded, and the scattered flesh fell from the sky like raindrops.
“Sir, all questions have been asked,” Black Thorn saluted once again. “Hmm, let’s go inside and chat.”
In the hall, Fang Hao was sitting in the main seat, with a few heroes below.
With the exceptions of the Blood Hunter and Nelson, the remaining characters were all present.
These two spies did not knowa lot of information, and moreover, some things were hearsay from within the Skullcrusher Tribe.
The authenticity of the information needs verification.
However, the matter of the Skullcrusher Tribe aligning with the Troll Tribe is 99% true.
Because with the current strength of the Skullcrusher, it is impossible to compete with Fang Hao. The only way to fight is to seek external aid.
And the Troll Tribe on the other side of the mountain would be their aid.
It seems that his territory has once again entered a tense state of war preparations.
“Tellock, what news have your spies returned to you?” Fang Hao looked at Bronze Bull.
Since the enemy’s spies have come in, his spies should have sent back some information, right?
“Sir, few pieces of information about the scattered tribes in the Frostwind Mountains and the map have been sent back, but there is not much information about the Skullcrusher Tribe,” Bronze Bull stood up and replied.
The Skullcrusher Tribe has united the major and minor tribes of the Frostwind Mountains.
A small tribe may have a few hundred people, while a large one may have a few thousand.
It’s not like Fang Hao, where almost all of his forces are concentrated near a few major cities.
Moreover, the roads in the mountains are rough and the environment is harsh, making it very difficult to draw up a map.
Then do you know about the Bloodthroat Tribe of the Trolls?” Fang Hao continued to inquire.
“I’ve heard of them, they are a troublesome tribe,” was the response.
“Tell me what you know.”
“I’ve only heard some stories that the Bloodthroat Tribe used to be powerful and had attacked this continent. They were later siege attacked by the Dragon Clan and the elves, and almost completely annihilated, with only a small number able to hide inside the mountains,” Bronze Bull said.
He didn’t know much, after all, it’s not an incident from his time.
What he heard was passed down from the older generation, and the authenticity of not just the information but even the story couldn’ t be confirmed.
“From that point, it’s very probable that the opposing Clan Leader being an orange hero is true,” Fang Hao rubbed his chin.
“Very likely.”
“Just now the corpse mentioned the mountain range of the Bloodthroat Tribe which mountain range was it talking about?” Fang Hao continued to inquire. ’ Bronze Bull replied, “It’s called the Bloodshed Mountain Range, and it actually belongs to the same mountain range as the Frostwind Mountain Range, but because the mountain range is too long and has been occupied by different forces, it is divided into the Frostwind Mountain Range and the Bloodshed Mountain Range.”
Fang Hao took out the Book of Lords and opened the map.
Point it out to me on the map.”
Bronze Bull pointed on the map and easily located the mountain range.
In fact, Fang Hao had been to the Bloodshed Mountain Range before, where the Tomb of the Dragon was located.
It was full of jagged rocks and indeed a barren land.
Located north of the Pigmen Tribe, if the Trolls attacked from there, he would really need to make careful arrangements.
Otherwise, they would be direct at his doorstep.
Hmm, Bronze Bull, you go back and keep an eye on gathering information Fireblade keep an eye on patrolling and be careful of spies arranged by Skullcrusher,” Fang Hao instructed.
At present, both sides are in a stage of gathering information.
It’s not yet time to deploy troops on a large scale or to close the market.
“Yes, sir,” the two men replied.
After discussing the plans for the future, Fang Hao returned to his territory with the two heroes.
He returned to his territory.
He took Eira along with him to visit the Information Guild.
The Information Guild was an intelligence agency, where he could buy the information he wanted in exchange for money.
Upon entering, the place was empty.
Fang Hao walked to the counter, opened the mailbox and took out the information form from within.
“Eira, write ‘Frostwind Mountains Skullcrusher Tribe’ on this, and write their recent war plans and numbers of soldiers in the content box,” Fang Hao instructed.
Eira took the pen from the counter and started to fill out the form as Fang Hao instructed.
Fang Hao brought over a second form.
“Write ‘Bloodshed Mountain Bloodthroat Tribe’ on this, and fill in the content
box with hero levels, war plans, and numbers of soldiers.”
Eira filled out the second form as well.
Fang Hao threw the two forms into the mailbox and silently waited for two to three minutes.
Clang!
There was a noise from the mailbox.
When he opened it, there was a metal tag inside.
It read ‘500’.
This meant that these two pieces of information would cost 500 Warfire Coins – the price was rather steep.
Arrangements were made to prepare 500 Warfire Coins, which were all stuffed into the mailbox in one go and the lid was replaced.
When he opened it again, there was nothing inside.
This way, the operation should be considered complete, and an agreement reached between the two parties.
All he needs to do is arrange for someone to wait here and inform him when the results come in.
“Eira, arrange for a maid to watch here. Once there’s information in the mailbox, have her bring it over to me,” Fang Hao commanded as the two of them were leaving the Information Guild.
He was just unsure when they would deliver the information.
It shouldn’t be collected on a monthly basis – by the time the war’s over there won’t be any message yet.
“Understood, Master,” Eira nodded her head.
Night fell.
Under the cover of night, a Bone Dragon soared towards Pruell City.
The Blood Hunter’s Dark Deception allowed the Bone Dragon to blend into the darkness, evading all the guards,
And easily entered the airspace above Pruell City.
Fang Hao extended his withered finger, pointed towards a room on the second floor of an inn from a distance.
The Blood Hunter nodded slightly, leapt from the Bone Dragon, spread out his huge bat wings, and directly dived into the second floor.
“Who’s there, ah … help…”
Following which, the sounds of fighting and wailing emerged from the room.