The camp in front of the mine was completely in chaos at this time.

The torches lit around could not provide any effective lighting. The night-blind orcs tried hard to open their eyes and could only see some blurry black shadows. It was completely fantasy to capture the other party's actions. In this way, their current state was similar to that of a sandbag, and they were simply beaten by these monsters.

Godard was not slow, so he loudly ordered his men to light the torch as much as possible, and quickly picked up one in his hand for lighting. However, he did not expect that the enemy rushed towards the torches at the first time, and quickly spewed out a few pools of liquid from his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, most of the flames were extinguished.

Now the orc camp was completely trapped in darkness. One by one, the strong orcs were knocked down to the ground like blind people. The screams and the muffled sound of separation of flesh and blood were mixed together, making the orcs seem to be in hell...

"Come around! Gather the team!"

Godard was completely helpless at this moment. He held a torch, picked up a long sword and hurriedly joined the battle group. However, the weapons in his hand seemed extremely powerless to deal with the shells of such enemies. Later, he simply changed to a heavy mace, and then broke the heads of several monsters with his cover. However, his attack was a drop in the battle situation. As new enemies continued to gush out from the mine, the number of these guys was probably over a hundred!

"Damn the scum!"

Godard cursed, but when he watched his soldiers slaughtered, his heart was cold: Could it be that his team would explain it to all of them?

On the other side, the black-robed orc who was originally directing the undead attack had just noticed the abnormal movement behind him. He heard the screams from the orcs, but because it was pitch black in the distance, he couldn't see what was going on...

He could feel something was wrong and immediately commanded a team of 100 undeads to follow him towards the camp. Before he could get close, seven or eight black shadows rushed towards him, instantly causing a bloody storm!

Zombies are like delivering vegetables in front of such monsters. They swung their long claws, and their broken limbs and arms flew into the sky in a scattered manner. The black-robed orc face changed and immediately released the "light of the Netherworld"-

A pale light burst out from the air, reflecting the tragic situation of the orc camp in his eyes. When he saw the monsters clearly, the black-robed orc who was always confident finally changed his face:

"How is that possible!?"

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Suddenly, the restless land made the nobles stand up in panic, but when they found the orc camp in the distance, they all realized that... this was probably not a coincidence.

"What happened over there?"

Sally asked this question for everyone, and as the "Nether Light" bloomed, they saw a chaotic orc camp, but could not tell what caused the situation.

Roddy's face finally stopped tense at this moment. He breathed slowly, but said an irrelevant sentence: "Yesterday you must have wondered why I stopped you from buying this mine?"

"This - is related to what's happening now?"

Sally looked into the distance in disbelief. As the second "Nether Light" lit up, the undead that had been piled up behind the ramp also began to evacuate in large quantities...

"This mine is not a treasure, but hell." Roddy nodded, "because there are at least three 'terror claw beasts' tribes inside the mountain."

"Destiny Clawed Beast?"

"Is there really such a thing?"

The nobles exclaimed.

Roddy looked into the distance, his face full of memories: "As long as there are places produced in the Fuser Silver Mine, there are terrifying claw beasts, the total number of them may exceed 3,000. And there are probably at least four or five hundred of them below us."

His words made the nobles gasp - most people have only heard of the term "terror clawed beast" in the stories of bards: this creature only encounters the treasure deep in the cave, only when they go to the deepest part of the cave to explore the treasures, they hide in the cracks of the dark rocks, waiting to attack those innocent people who are unprepared...

However, most of the stories of the bard rely on imagination and conjecture. The real "terror clawed beasts" are far from being able to deal with by ordinary teams. They live in groups, are bloodthirsty and warlike. Once they find prey, they will fight endlessly. The only flaw is that they are afraid of the sun and dare to appear within the time period after midnight...

However, if they are mobilized in groups, all creatures in the hunting range can only seek blessings.

"So... you knew it long ago?"

Seeing Roddy nodding, not only Sally, but the nobles behind them felt chills on their spine. Before that, they all thought Viscount An Ru would definitely impose Sally, but they knew that this was a pit, but they were just watching everyone jump down!

If this battle did not occur, not only Viscount An Ru would lose all his money, but others would definitely not be spared!

Recalling the news that more than 300 miners disappeared before, the aristocrats who were a little quick-witted had a creepy feeling: the price they paid against Roddy was really not something that ordinary people could bear. Not only Viscount An Ru, but now these orcs and undead were also harshly made by him!

Seeing these people standing silently, Roddy was also secretly helpless - to put it bluntly, all this was forced.

He knew that the "Destiny Clawed Beast" was naturally because of the memories before rebirth. In that trajectory of time and space, this "Fuser Silver Mine" had a loud name from the day it was mined: "Death Silver Mine".

From the player's perspective, the entire Cohen Mountains are a dungeon area of ​​the "Death Silver Mine". The mines inside the mountain are distributed with seven or eight dungeons ranging from level 10 to level 25. Because the terrifying claw beasts will attack all creatures inside and outside the mine in the wild, there is only one camp in the entire mountain that is safe...

And that camp is in Roddy's current location.

In my memory, this platform has become the only "task distribution center" in this copy in 593 - digging deep trenches, garrison guards, and the help of magicians, even if there are too many claw beasts in the camp, they can do nothing to do with this camp.

"What do we do now? It...will they hit here?"

Catherine looked into the distance, and the screams of the orcs floated over from afar, making her voice tremble.

"Yes, but don't worry about this problem." Roddy turned around and ordered immediately: "All magicians are in the front line. If there are terrifying claw beasts approaching, they will release the 'holy light technique' continuously. Do not use other spells to attack. The voices of soldiers in the front row should be controlled, and do not yell."

Looking back, Roddy said to his subordinates who had been resting for more than six hours: "Dragon Lancer Cavalry Regiment, prepare for the battle!"

"The time for a counterattack has come."

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"It turned out to be a terrifying claw beast..."

In the chaotic camp, the orcs in the black robe recognized these creatures at a glance. He cursed a few words in his mouth, and then weighed the pros and cons in his heart: from the perspective of the undead, he actually didn't have to worry about the life and death of Godard, the group of orcs, even if they all died here, it didn't matter.

But from the strategic perspective of the Tasman Kingdom, Godard must survive. If he dies here, all his plans will be wasted.

So he quickly made a decision: mobilize zombies and turn to support orcs.

But as zombies rushed into the camp, the chaotic situation of the orcs did not improve - the number of terrifying clawed beasts has exceeded 150, and there seemed to be more similar types in the mines to rush outward. They killed all the objects that could move in front of them. The strong orcs could not stop them, let alone fragile zombies...

A terrifying claw beast can easily sweep ten zombies, and their shells are not afraid of biting them. The so-called "corpse poison" is even more difficult to act in a short period of time... The zombies are torn apart by more and more terrifying claw beasts like shreds of paper - the so-called "support" seems to be of no use at all.

The black-robed orc looked angry for the first time, but this emotion flew away - the next moment, he pulled out the bone wand and quickly cast one necromancer after another.

The "Nether Light" illuminated the sky again, but the duration was much longer than before. The orcs finally got rid of the "night blindness" state with the light, quickly moved closer to Godard and fought back. As the spell was chanted, the orcs in the black robe raised their hand and tore up the nearby zombies with magic, and instantly formed a "bone wall" more than 30 meters long and four meters high with their bones!

An ordinary necromancer could not do this at all, but the black-robed orc released it twice in a row: he destroyed the bodies of more than 300 zombies and protected the orc troops with bone walls in the bloody situation. Those terrifying clawed beasts tried to break through these bone walls, but their power was useless except to break some bone stubble. In desperation, they had to choose to take a detour.

As a result, the pressure on the orcs was greatly reduced, and they finally had the spare energy to integrate and fight back.

However, the undead troops were also seriously injured due to these two spell castings. All the zombies that had just been replenished became "raw materials". If they wanted to continue to rescue, the mage had to mobilize more troops that originally surrounded Roddy to support them.

Looking back in the distance, the human troops on the platform ramp were still desperately resisting the impact of the zombies, and there was no abnormality at all.

At this time, it should be no problem to reduce the pressure on the ramp.

The orc in black robe thought of this, then raised his hand to release a "bone spear technique" at the rushing terror claw beast. The opponent's throat was penetrated and fell to the ground. Within three seconds, he stood up shakingly and waved his giant claws at his fellow humans under the action of "uncle control"...

As the spells of the orcs in black robe were recited, the "necrotic spell" began to resurrect the dead terrifying clawed beasts on the battlefield. With their joining, the orcs who suffered heavy damage finally stabilized their positions again under the cover of two bone walls.

However, in just half an hour, the orcs suffered nearly 300 casualties. Now there are only about 120 orcs who have combat power under the protection of the bone wall!

The undead troops were also seriously damaged. In addition to the more than 200 zombies that were still blocking humans, there are only less than half of the zombies that temporarily support the camp now... and are quickly being hacked and killed by the other terrifying claw beasts.

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The chapter title pays tribute to the "Death Gold Mine" in Wow. I remember that I was in the Internet cafe and a group of people, and walked through the winding mine track and saw the big ship where Van Cliff was located.
Chapter completed!