Chapter 576: Chapter 450, Blackstone Tribe_3
“By the way, have you guys eaten?” Fang Hao sat down next to them, as the aroma of breakfast wafted from the kitchen.
“We have,” replied Lorrey before continuing his query, “Where is Anjia?”
“Anjia is sleeping. Go call her for breakfast. We are heading to the Webweaver camp soon.”
“Alright,” Lorrey agreed, dashing up the stairs.
Soon, he returned, leading a drowsy Anjia from the third floor.
Anjia yawned, as Lorrey chatted non-stop about their mission, his face full of excitement.
…
It was close to noon when…
Fang Hao received a message from Meatfist.
The army Beetfist led had arrived at the Webweaver camp and crushed a wave of orc troops.
Upon receiving the message, Fang Hao immediately rallied his forces.
He activated a teleportation gate, directly heading to the Webweaver camp.
Due to the short duration of the teleportation, only Fang Hao, Demitrija, Aseti, and 52 Blackfoot Cats arrived.
The remaining Blackfoot Cats would be led by Lorrey and Anjia and arrive via Bone Dragon mounts.
It was only because Lorrey was there…
that Anjia didn’t accompany Fang Hao, opting to stay with Lorrey instead.
The teleportation gate appeared in the middle of the Webweaver camp.
The moment Fang Hao and the others opened their eyes, they saw Domina and Meatfist waiting nearby.
“Lord,” the group saluted immediately.
“Well done, what’s the situation nearby?” Fang Hao instantly inquired about the surrounding circumstances.
Meatfist reported, “My lord, we encountered an orc squad when we arrived. We killed over five hundred of them. However, a small fraction escaped into the nearby woods. We’re unfamiliar with the terrain and didn’t give chase.”
Domina added, “The squad was a small team from the Blackstone Tribe, who were on guard around the camp. Once they escape back, they will certainly inform the Blackstone Tribe.”
Also, because of the rain…
There weren’t many Orcs left in the vicinity.
Upon encountering the Skeleton army of 900,000, they were decisively defeated.
The Orcs who managed to escape would surely deliver news about the Skeleton army to the Blackstone Tribe.
After listening to both of them, Fang Hao nodded in understanding.
He checked the time, it was exactly noon.
“Prepare things up. Once the subsequent troops arrive, we will attack the Blackstone Tribe. We will conquer the Blackstone Tribe tonight.”
In the army, there were also Blackfoot Cats and Orcs from Bronze Bull City on their way here.
“Yes, my Lord.”
The group responded.
At this moment, Domina spoke up again, “My Lord, that Dragon Clan member might also be in the Blackstone Tribe.”
“Yes, I know.”
The group of heroes withdrew, starting their pre-battle preparations.
Fang Hao nodded, starting to construct weapons, including various arrows on the empty ground.
Among them were tools to deal with large airborne units, 「Dragon Locking Crossbow」 and its 「Heavy Arrows」.
「Hundredfold Augmentation Activated, Acquired Dragon Locking Crossbow x101」
「Hundredfold Augmentation Activated, Acquired Heavy Crossbow Arrows x10,100」
「Hundredfold Augmentation Activated, Acquired Iron Arrows x1,010,000」
The light flickered, and a huge pile of equipment appeared on the ground.
According to Domina’s intel, there was only one dragon.
Along with the crossbows left in the camp from last time, an excess of two hundred should be enough.
Once the battle starts, there will be a large number of flying units. Dealing with a dragon shouldn’t be a problem.
The myriad of iron arrows piled up into a small mountain.
A large number of Giant Spider Hatchlings crawled out of the dense forest, started organizing the arrows, and bundled them with spider silk.
…
Meanwhile, on the other side…
The Blackstone Tribe located southeast of the Webweaver camp…
Due to the continuous population growth of the Blackstone Tribe in recent years…
Even outside the city, there were densely packed houses.
The Orcs living in this city…
Frequently, village Orcs would bring hunted game here to exchange for their necessities.
In the Clan Leader’s hall…
There sat a half-naked Orc with blue totems painted all over his body, beside him…
A young man in a long robe with long, red hair. Curved dragon horns protruded from either side of his forehead.
“Mr. Spencer, that ugly spider woman did indeed take advantage of the rain to send a message. Soon, the news will come back. Who stole your treasure will naturally be exposed,” grumbled the Orc with a low and seemingly angry tone.
Someone stole the Dragon Clan’s treasure and carved the words ‘Blackstone Tribe’ on the site.
Resulting in the Blackstone Tribe being wrongly accused as the thief, leading to losses.
They had confirmed that the thief was someone else after investigations, but the damage to the Blackstone Tribe couldn’t be reversed.
This left the Blackstone Tribe with a grudge and they were equally curious about who was framing them.
“I hope we get good news. Great Commander, don’t worry. We, the Dragon Clan, are not unreasonable. As long as we find the thief, I will compensate for the Blackstone Tribe’s losses,” Spencer answered calmly.
Spencer, a member of the Dragon Clan, stored all the treasures he had plundered over the years in the cave.
Unexpectedly, it was all stolen.
Enraged and desperate to catch the thief, he resolved to investigate immediately.
Upon becoming heroes, the Dragon Clan could morph into human forms.
Maintaining their Dragon form would consume a tremendous amount of energy, hence they would usually preserve a human-like shape to minimize energy consumption.
While in their human forms, they would retain some Dragon characteristics.
Such as Spencer’s dragon horns and his fiery red hair, a characteristic of the Fire Dragon Clan.
These were all trademarks of the Dragon Clan.
This was similar to Domina’s state when she became a hero. Even though she became a human figure, she still had eight spider legs and a black carapace on her back.
“Not an issue. When the Clan Leader comes back, Mr. Spencer can discuss it with him,” the Great Commander continued.
The Blackstone Tribe had two heroes altogether.
Clan Leader ‘Andras’ and the Great Commander ‘Mashak.’
The Clan Leader had gone to Orc City Tasgo and was being held up by the rain.
The tribe’s affairs were currently handled by the Great Commander.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Just as the two were discussing their attack on the spider camp after the rain and how to distribute the spoils…
Footsteps echoed hastily from outside the door.
Shortly, several Orc guards barged in.
Before the Great Commander could voice his reprimand,
two Orc guards rushed in carrying a grievously wounded Orc.
Blood soaked in rainwater stained the floor. The Orc’s grave injuries indicated a battle had occurred.
“What happened?” The Great Commander’s voice dropped even more.
The wounded Orc answered weakly, “Grea.. Great Commander, the spiders… They brought backup and scattered us… many are dead…”