Chapter 189 Targeting the Tax Collector’s Motorcade
When Herard walked along the forest road to the mining area, he was harassed by undead monsters along the way.
The forces that rule Revendreth are not known for their strong fighting prowess.
Although there are also armies composed of Venthyr and Stoneborn Demons here.
Their strength is average, and they are at the level of local militias.
It is definitely incomparable to the regular army of the Shadow Realm!
However, the procedures for dispatching regular troops are very cumbersome, and in fact, they basically cannot be counted on.
Small-scale battles can only be handled by each region.
Enemies that are difficult but not particularly dangerous can be dealt with slowly.
These annoying undead monsters in the Disaster Forest, Revendreth's ruling class, have already acquiesced in their long-term existence.
These guys who can't be killed no matter how hard they are, just clean them up regularly.
However, the rulers have also been implementing the action of inserting nails into the Disaster Forest and gradually controlling it.
Those towns built on the basis of mines are nails driven deeply into the disaster forest.
Horad entered one of the towns and found that most of them were Venthyr hunters who specialized in hunting.
The hounds they produced were larger and stronger.
The hounds bred by the Venthyr nobles were little brothers compared to them.
Of course, if they really faced off against the previous undead spiders, they would end up losing one of them in one go.
But these Venthyr hunters are no fools.
They will judge the opponent's strength and choose whether to deal with it alone or find a master to come over for support.
Having been fighting undead monsters in the forest all year round, these professional hunters have quite good combat qualities!
Even if the weapon cannot break through the defense, it is still possible to beat and kill the undead spider.
The weapon configuration of Venthyr hunters is not bad, and it is no different from those of Venthyr nobles.
From time to time you can see them maintaining hunting muskets along the street.
These old-fashioned muskets that fire once and pull the bolt are great for hunting ordinary undead monsters!
Just use the gun to hurt the prey, and then the hound will bite the prey and drag it over.
Compared with Vencil who earn dead wages in the urban area, the income of these hunters is much higher.
But this kind of work of licking blood from the edge of a knife is not accepted by most Venthyr.
Wouldn't it be nice to get off work when the time comes to torture sinful souls comfortably in the city every day?
In addition to these hunters, there are mud servant miners in the town, plus some mud servant merchants.
Although the mud servant is dull, there is also a shrewd person inside.
These little dwarfs who can run around the world are equivalent to the goblin traders in the Shadow Realm.
However, compared with the profit-seeking goblin merchants, the mud servant merchants are very honest in their business.
The price difference they earn when buying and selling goods is not high.
The agents in the game are not seen here.
It is estimated that in the face of the business model of these mud servant merchants, they have no way to open up Revendreth's market.
When Herald came to the mining area management office, the mud servant supervisor here was very surprised.
The tax official just came, why is there another one?
The more it thought about it, the more wrong it became. It suspected that there was something wrong with this high-ranking Venthyr noble.
Seeing that the Mud Servant Supervisor was becoming suspicious, Herard did not hesitate to use his Mental Scream to make it stop thinking completely.
The psychic scream with a large effective attack range swept through this town covering an area of just over three square kilometers.
Small arcane golems are harvested from house to house as the townspeople are plunged into deep fear.
Psychic Scream is a soul-based spell that mainly exerts a fear effect on the enemy.
But some weak mud servants and Venthyr were directly frightened to death by the extremely high-intensity fear.
This is not a matter of courage.
This kind of attack that directly targets the soul will produce an instant death effect if the will fails to pass the judgment.
Those unlucky ones who were scurrying around were harvested in pieces by the small arcane puppets.
From time to time, red energy blades can be seen flying out, causing large-scale group damage.
Although Ursalus has become stupid, its strength has been greatly improved.
When small arcane puppets use it to harvest enemies, they often launch this kind of sword-like range attack.
In front of the powerful red energy blade, both enemies and objects were cut into two pieces.
The red energy blade cuts into the rock wall and can penetrate dozens of centimeters into the wall.
Those thinner rock pillars were cut off directly, causing a small area of the house to collapse.
If it were a thatched house like that of an orc, it would collapse in pieces from front to back!
Seeing the town being completely destroyed, Herard turned to look at the Mud Servant Supervisor who was frightened to death. This guy has a brilliant mind.
But it didn't use its intelligence in the right place.
If it had not discovered the problem at that time, the residents of this city would not have died.
In order to cover up his whereabouts, Herard could only use violence to solve the problem.
Tens of thousands of unlucky people in the city died because this guy was too smart.
This completely destroyed town will soon be taken over by undead monsters.
No one can find out what happened here.
Because the witnesses in the entire town were brutally silenced.
Although this was a bit cruel, Herard didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.
War is a matter of life and death. How can there be any mercy?
From Herad's point of view, the final result of this secret war can only end with the ruler of Revendreth being imprisoned.
A shadow world full of harmony is what the material world needs.
After reducing this town to ruins, Herad did not go to other towns.
The tax officer responsible for the area of the Disaster Forest should have collected almost all the taxes by now.
There is no point in going to other towns now.
Going there will only cause more killings.
He rushed towards the fallen ruins to the east.
Venthyr likes to use tall city walls to enclose areas and distinguish their respective administrative jurisdictions.
The dangerous place of Disaster Forest is blocked by many walls.
There are only two exits from this area.
They are the Ash Wasteland in the northwest and the Corrupted Ruins in the east.
If a person works alone, they can climb down from the city wall, or pay a stone demon to send them down.
Fleets transporting large amounts of goods can only take those two exits.
To be precise, there is only one choice.
No one would want to go there in such a terrible environment as the Ash Wilds.
Harad rode Revendre's unique undead horse and rode forward quickly.
The small arcane puppet followed smoothly.
Its weight of just over two tons cannot even be carried by a strong undead war horse!
When passing a town, Herard saw the large convoy.
After confirming that it was the tax officer's team, he continued to rush east.
It is not appropriate to do it in towns or nearby.
Only the fallen ruins are a good place for killing people and selling goods.
The ruins of the Fallen were once a very large city.
Later, it was abandoned for some reason.
Now it has become a base camp occupied by undead monsters.
The ones that haunt that ruin are all relatively powerful undead monsters.
Giant undead bats can often be seen near the ruins.
Herard chose to take action here, just in time to push the undead monsters.
Since it is a must-pass road, there are many pedestrians passing by here.
When the tax officer's motorcade came over, it was much larger than before.
Apparently some caravans chose to go together.
In this way, there is no need to consider safety issues on the road.
Seeing these unlucky guys coming up to them, Herard didn't care at all.
It's nothing more than killing more.
(End of chapter)