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A sound resounded, like a drum being struck.

The skeleton troll that was hit went flying.

However, there was no mass death of warriors.

Crash!!

The troll shield formation quickly broke apart.

The sturdy and heavy shield surrounded Kaius in the middle.

From the gaps in the shields, sharp lances protruded, thrusting towards Kaius from all sides.

Kaius swung his fists wildly, but his strength and stamina were rapidly declining with every passing moment. The blood gushing out caused his vision to blur.

He knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

“What do you want from me? I am the bravest of the trolls, a powerful orange hero. I can give you great benefits. What good will it do you to kill me? You’ll gain nothing from killing me,” roared Kaius.

His voice drowned out the sound of his fists beating against the shields, echoing throughout the cave.

Yet, the tone from outside the cave remained calm, “No, your corpse is worth more than you are now.”

“You…what do you want?” Kaius roared.

Black Thorn said, “Enough. Your last words, Chief Kaius, are a bit long. Welcome to the Undying Undead.”

With Black Thorn’s words, the encirclement around Kaius swiftly closed in.

One lance after another pierced Kaius’s body.

Blood soaked the ground red, and Kaius helplessly kneeled on the ground.

A sharp battle ax fell on his neck.

Gurgle!!

His eyes bulging in fury, his head dropped and rolled to one side.

…

As the battle ended, the cave fell silent once again.

The undead soldiers who used to fight to the death remained stoned, waiting for the next command.

Inside the cavernous hall of the cave,

The bodies of undead and trolls strewed across the floor.

Walking into here felt like entering hell.

Black Thorn commanded the cleaning of the battlefield.

The two-meter-thick piles of white bones were cleared, the corpses of the trolls and the undead were separately disposed of.

As the undead soldiers cleared the battlefield, Black Thorn came to the deceased Kaius.

The troll’s bravest warrior was still kneeling at the time of his death, his head had merely rolled aside.

Bending over, he picked up the head, his bony fingers gently closing the eyes.

“Bolton!” Black Thorn called.

From the rear, an armored pig-headed human, Bolton, quickly approached and bowed, “Commander, what are your orders?”

“The body of Kaius, I am entrusting it to you. After the cleanup, send it to the lord along with the other spoils of war,” Black Thorn ordered.

“Yes, sir,” replied Bolton.

He summoned several orcs from behind, who carried Kaius’s body, along with the head, outside.

The cave was nearly cleared.

Black Thorn continued deeper into the cave with his men.

Although it’s called a cave, it was referred to as a corridor leading to the Temple by the trolls.

The trolls’ living conditions were more primitive than humans, without palatial-like structures.

As they delved deeper, patterns and combat scenes drawn in white lime began to appear on the stone walls.

The sun, lightning, these were the primary symbols in the patterns.

In a picture depicting the hunting of a massive, bloated creature, someone had summoned a thunderstorm from the sky.

It assisted the trolls in defeating the creature.

And, some trolls began to worship the thunder.

About three to four minutes deep into the cave, there were no remaining trolls to be found.

However, at the end of the cave was a massive bronze door.

The trolls’ casting technology might not have been perfect, so although there were carvings on the bronze door, the craftwork was somewhat blurry.

It was hard to make out the patterns on it.

“Sir, we need a key to open this door!”

Despite applying great force, the bronze door wouldn’t budge, and a keyhole could be seen in the middle.

It was clear that a key was needed to open this door.

“Order some men to search through all the troll corpses. The key must be on them,” commanded Black Thorn.

The bodies of the trolls and the bones of the undead had been separated.

So it should be easy to search.

An orc quickly rushed in, excitedly presenting a bronze key to Black Thorn.

“Sir, it was found.”

“Hmm, open it.”, he already said.

The key was inserted into the keyhole, and with the combined effort of the skeleton troll, the bronze door slowly opened.

The interior scene was revealed to everyone.

It was roughly a two-hundred-square-foot room.

Numerous Nightstone chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the walls were filled with bizarre, ancient runes.

In the center was an ancient altar.

In the center of the altar was a stone platform about the height of a person, on which lay a chunk of flesh the size of an adult bear.

The flesh writhed slowly, seemingly still alive.

Below the flesh, on the stone platform, was a groove that seemed to be collecting the flesh’s blood.

“Giant Wall, do you know what this is?” Black Thorn asked Giant Wall who was beside him.

Everyone turned their eyes to Giant Wall, hoping he could give a precise answer.

However, Giant Wall simply shook his head slightly in the end.

“I don’t know what this is.”

Black Thorn also nodded slightly, not delving further into the matter without a clear answer.

Black Thorn arranged for the chamber to be searched.

After carefully avoiding the altar and the hunk of flesh in the center, a silver chest and a single-page map marking special locations were found in the secret room.

As for the chandeliers on the ceiling and the wall lamps, no one dared to touch them.

After reporting everything back, a second visit might be necessary.

“Alright, close the bronze door, let’s leave.” Black Thorn ordered again.

The bronze door was shut once more.

Black Thorn left some people behind and the main team began to head back to the North Town.

…

Inside the main city.

After dinner, watching the maids frolicking in front of Fang Hao’s mansion.

He had stayed in his territory the entire day.

Moru stayed until three o’clock before he left.

If it was not for the need to report results to the Trade Alliance, Moru probably would have dined there too.

At the same time, Fang Hao also learned a lot of information he was curious about from Moru.

Just as he was about to go back to his room to rest.

Nelson approached, followed by two Skeleton Warriors, jointly carrying a bone skeleton that was as clear as jade.

“Lord, good evening!”

Seeing Nelson, Fang Hao gave a smile, “Good evening, Bachelor Nelson!”

Without small talk, Nelson continued, “My Lord, this is the Demon Doll I crafted according to the notes. I need to explain how it operates.”

Fang Hao glanced at the skeleton beside him.

Most of the skeleton was still the jade-like transparent bones.

But the right arm of the skeleton was noticeably thicker, and the color was somewhat yellowish.

Most notably were the large bat wings on its back.

These wings originally belonged to the Red Duke, but after Rolana killed him, Fang Hao had people find and bring them back.

This time, Nelson directly implanted them onto this body.

It looked a bit misfit, but if it could fly, it would be quite nice.

“Let’s hear it!” Fang Hao said.

Nelson then explained to Fang Hao how to control the Demon Doll.

There were two ways.

One way is string manipulation.

It can be understood as, a Puppet Master, but the puppet and its master are connected by countless strings.

Moreover, it requires a lot of coordination and long-term practice.

Without a few years of work, it is difficult to accurately control the puppet.

The second method was the Undead Clan’s God’s Presence.

God’s Presence is a powerful ability of the Undead Clan, and some even believe that this skill is very similar to the ability of ‘Divine Descent’ of the believers of God.

Nelson would inscribe a special rune on the doll’s skull.

It would allow Fang Hao to control the puppet with God’s Presence, achieving dual control of himself and the doll.

This method would consume spiritual power exponentially, but the advantage is that it could be put into use immediately.

“Then let’s use the second method, my fingers have never been nimble since I was a kid.”