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The ogre army retreated.

After seven or eight days of fierce fighting, the ogres were unable to capture the beastman village guarded by the players.

Of course, the players did not inflict a devastating blow to the ogres. In fact, the ogres discovered that something was wrong and began to minimize casualties and stormed a section of the city wall that had been blown up by the players. In addition to the bladder bomb that can cause effective damage, only the players' large forces can cause damage to the ogres.

As for the past seven or eight days, although the players persisted in gnawing at the ogre's army like ants eating elephants, the damage in such a short period of time was very limited.

Until one day, the large army of ogres began to retreat.

Zhu Genbao didn't know what happened, but he saw that after a wave of attacks, the ogres suddenly receded like a tide. Not long after, there were a large group of beetles, hell horses, bipedal birds, etc. Waiting for some strange mounts, a large group of goblin beastmen, some vampires, werewolves, etc. came to the beastman village.

These people wore the shining Winterfell standard armor, as well as spears, and were well-trained and arranged in a square formation.

One by one, the phalanxes came over under the leadership of a werewolf general. On the edge of the phalanxes, there was a group of goblin beastman reporters, who were filming with magic energy recorders, "Pap-Pap-Pap-Pap-Pap". Occasionally the storage of gold essence stone is full, and another gold essence stone is used to continue shooting.

I saw the werewolf general and a group of beastmen, werewolves and goblin generals walking over. A goblin stood up, facing the not very high city wall, and shouted:

"People inside, listen, you have been captured by us..."

But before he finished shouting, he was slapped to the side by the leading beastman.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Sorry, sorry, slip of the tongue." The goblin hurriedly explained, but the reporters beside him had already started writing furiously.

"Warriors on the city wall, thank you for your outstanding contributions in protecting the territory of the Merchant Alliance. We are here to support you."

The group of people below are waiting for the players' response, and the players on the city wall are also waiting.

What are you waiting for? Waiting for the plot!

The ogre army suddenly retreated. Are there so many troops and reporters from Winterfell just to shout under our city wall? What about the following plot? What about reward?

There were players on the city wall shouting:

"Are you from Winterfell? Do you have any mission for us? And we have been guarding the city for almost seven days."

"Yeah, yeah, no reward?"

"Winterfell is very generous. They gave many rewards last time. You must be fake!"

The players shouted in all directions, but had no intention of opening the city gate.

At this time, the well-dressed Lord Andrew came to the forefront and shouted:

"Excuse me, is your Lord Sherlock here? I am Lord Andrew of Winterfell. We have driven away the ogre army. Now you are safe. Please tell your lord that the troops from Winterfell are coming and going. Defend the territory belonging to our merchant alliance."

After he finished shouting, there was another discussion on the city wall, but no one came down to help open the city gate.

Andrew frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart. His plan was completely disrupted. The heritage site of the Great Demon of Destruction had been in the hands of that Sherlock for so long. Andrew didn't believe that Sherlock would There is no discovery. The key is that we don't know to what extent the discovery is, whether the ogres have betrayed the information here, etc.

But no matter what, it is definitely right to take back and control the legacy of this world-destroying demon as quickly as possible. As for how to get the legacy of the world-destroying demon from these bastards of Winterfell, There were also reporters who unknowingly unearthed it under their noses and took it out. Andrew already had a complete three-step plan in his mind.

The problem is that you have to cross the city wall first.

Although I have noticed that a section of the city wall has been breached and collapsed, it is not impossible to attack by force, but with so many reporters present, I have absolutely no way to suddenly launch an attack on the Eternal Kingdom dungeon that helps defend the territory. Account.

Still have to outsmart him.

"Do you have any requirements?" Andrew asked kindly:

"You are the heroes of the Merchant Alliance. No matter what your request is, we will agree to it."

shouted from the city wall:

"You said it, establish written evidence!"

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Andrew was furious.

There were thousands of requests for various magic stones, reputation rewards, weapons and equipment, and even a request for a store in Winterfell.

In the end, there was no other way, and Andrew unified it.

Every warrior who participates in the defense of the Eternal Kingdom dungeon will receive 100 magic stones and two sets of high-quality equipment.

The magic stones can be given on site, but the equipment cannot be given. You have to go back to Winterfell and give them again.

The player representative said on the spot:

No, no, no, impossible.

No equipment? They're all excuses! Aren’t the weapons and armors you wear on so many people ready-made?

What? You actually want our noble Winterfell troops to take off their armor and weapons and hand them over to you on the spot?

When have we, the Winterfell Guard, ever been insulted like this?

Andrew ordered on the spot:

"The whole army is ready to take off."

After completing the handover of magic stones and equipment, the city gate finally slowly opened in front of Andrew.

Andrew clenched his fists, and behind him was a group of reporters frantically filming and recording the sounds of writing.

When these reporters are gone, I will kill you all!

Andrew hated to think of this, and now the first goal is to take over this heritage site and start excavation work. No matter what, he must find the legacy of the world-destroying demon!

Soon, Andrew began to take over the work, but when he reached the big pit at the excavation site, he was stunned:

Wait, when I came last time, did those ogres dig such a big, deep, and regular pit?

Andrew turned his head and looked at the playful and smiling faces of the little greenskins, and his heart skipped a beat.

These little greenskins, have they dug anything?

If you dig it up, where is the stuff?

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Among the black comrades, only three beetle beasts were silent. Driven by the beastmen, they were dragging a huge stone and an inexplicable metal box into the passage, making noise.

Sherlock walked at the front of the team, with Beastman Apple standing next to him, and asked:

"Lost?"