On an island fifty nautical miles away from the land, Blake, who had just gotten up from the bathhouse, took a bathrobe from Wu Nu's hand and draped it on his body, came to the table and took a sip of the poured red wine. He coughed quickly and vomited it out, and then took a large sip of red wine to let the wine slide down his throat.

Sighing comfortably, Blake summoned the other two witch slaves. There was a shelf hanging on the two witch slaves, which could be used by one person to stand on it, with good shockproof and handrails.

Blake stood on the shelf, holding the handrail, and patting the lich carrying the shelf. Two witch slaves who were trained to have dementia carried the shelf and carried the shelf out of the bathroom.

A phosphorus lamp was hung in front of the shelf, shakingly illuminating the road ahead.

"It's so bright." Blake couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the light of the phosphorus lamp.

There was no such convenient and easy-to-use lighting tool before. Blake had to hold a torch every time he patrols. It lasted for a short time, had low brightness, and was also filled with smoke and heat. He had to be very careful at all times, for fear of lighting the goods.

"It's really cheap and easy to use. I heard that it was invented by the steel collar. Are those dead people so smart?" Blake said, curling his lips with a sneering expression on his face.

He manages thousands of dead slave workers here. These dead people are like ants under his hands, stupid and stupid, and they will not be able to leave without slapping. It is difficult for him to believe that the dead people with steel-bonded collars can invent something useful.

The two lichs quickly carried him into a large space, which was built in a cave in the mountain. It was very ventilated and very dry. The ground was covered with moisture-proof materials, and a phosphorus lamp was hung several dozen meters above the top. Compared with the huge space, the number of phosphorus lamps was too small, and they could only barely illuminate the objects, but it was difficult to use them for work lighting.

However, these phosphorus lamps were mainly used by Blake, and the workers working here did not need lamps. They saw that there were looms under the phosphorus lamps, and there were a lich in front of each loom. There were seven or eight hundred looms, and there were seven or eight hundred lichs.

All of these lichs are locked in front of the loom and can only move within the loom.

Blake took a whip from the wall, the soul-breaking whip, a vicious torture tool specifically targeting the undead creature. This whip will not cause any damage to the body of the undead creature, but will make the soul feel unrelenting.

Blake stood on the shelf, and two lichs were carrying all the way. When he saw the lazy or inattentive lich, he whipped it down, making him scream.

After patrolling, Blake returned to the workroom in the separate compartment. The workroom was divided into two halves by an iron fence, one was a table for information, and the other half was an iron prison. At this moment, there were two slaves locked in the iron prison.

These two slaves are not undead creatures, but an elf mother and daughter, one mature and sexy, and the other innocent and cute.

Blake smiled evilly at the elf mother and daughter, and finally suppressed his impulse and processed the documents on the table. He had to register the daily output and material consumption, arrange the next work plan to maintain the factory's uninterrupted operation, so that he could generate continuous benefits. Every day of work shutdown, the loss was money.

A textile factory that uses all immortal slave labor has very low operating costs, but its production efficiency is huge, equivalent to an automated factory, but it does not even need electricity.

When operating such a factory, the investors are naturally willing to invest in security, because that is all small money. As long as Blake is in a good mood, the factory can operate at the maximum efficiency.

As long as food, wine and beauties are needed, the capital will try its best to get it. In this way, in big cities, the mother and daughter of the elves that only middle and high-ranking nobles are qualified to enjoy will be delivered to you, waiting for Blake's happiness at any time.

With full expectations in his heart, Blake devoted himself to his work and tried to complete it as quickly as possible.

However, Blake, who was concentrating on his work, did not notice at all, and the bright phosphorus lamp suddenly dimmed a little.

Boom! A loud bang came from outside, which was the sound of the iron gate of the cave being violently smashed open. A few screams, the guards guarding outside could not bear it for even a few seconds, and the invader broke into the factory workshop.

Blake ran out and saw a handsome human, followed by a strong and big man, with a piece of iron tucked on his head.

The handsome human turned his head and saw Blake, and immediately shouted: "Thunder! Hill! Ula!" Then he swung his hand a little short, but heavy, and an obviously dwarf-style hammer, which was easily smashed over.

The handsome human movements were too relaxed, like throwing a bun, but the heavy dwarf hammer was like a cannonball coming out of the bore, hovering at Blake with the sound of wind and thunder.

Blake couldn't even dodge, so he could only watch the hammer hit him. The last thought in his mind was: Where did he come from such a tall and handsome dwarf?

The hammer hit Blake's body and took him away. He broke through the door with the hammer, and then stopped when he hit the wall opposite the door. The hammer embedded him into the wall and died so much that he could not die again.

The elf mother and daughter didn't know what happened, but Blake's tragic situation still made them scream with their heads in their arms.

"Your Majesty!" Crotina ran over with a loud cry, looking left and right, unable to see an enemy, and couldn't help but complain: "Your Majesty, you will have no friends like this, and you will be cleared all the monsters. I also want Karns to fight two so that he can restore his memory."

Luo Qing grabbed his head with a little embarrassed expression: "There is no way, there are too few monsters, I'm gone without even being satisfied."

Crotina didn't know what to do, and complained: "Your Majesty, when you are satisfied, there may not be many people left on the land."

"Let you take the initiative next time." Luo Qing said angrily. Who would have thought that this would be an unmanned factory, with less than twenty managers and guards. When you look around, there were at least seven or eight hundred lichs in the workshop.

Luo Heng was so angry that he had been exhausted before, and he even copied a slave chamber of commerce and rescued fifty or sixty people. There were actually seven or eight hundred lichs enslaved here, which was simply outrageous.

Even in the human world, there are many undead creatures. From the experience summarized by Melissa and Qiao Wei, the key to the reincarnation of the lich is to rely on oneself. People who are unwilling to accept their hearts or are firm in their will have the chance to be reincarnated as lichs under the urging of sufficient breath of the undead.

So many people die in the human world every year, and there must be a large number of undead creatures born, but due to rumors and smears, most of the undead creatures have become slaves, and the slave factory in front of them is likely to be just the tip of the iceberg.

If all the undead slave workers in the continent are rescued, how many wise undead creatures will be under his command? Thinking of this, Luo Heng was excited and shouted: "Let's go, take away all the lichs, don't use magic, we are dwarves now."
Chapter completed!