Lord of the Scourge: Become the Demon Archduke In the Beginning

　　 actually triggered the mission.

　　 Luoren frowned slightly.

　　 His inference is correct, there is still a lizardman territory around here.

　　 But the reward for the mission this time was good. He was worried that the combat effectiveness of the human spearman was not strong enough.

　　 D-class short spears with two characteristics can definitely greatly increase the attack power of the spearman.

　　 The mission limit is ten days. This mission must be completed before the Bloody Day comes...

　　 After pondering for a moment, he glanced at the two groups of kobolds left behind.

　　 First wait for the rabbits and see if you can catch some fish with those corpses.

　　 If you can't catch it, then go back and continue to transfer to the kobolds. If 10 kobolds can't patrol, then 20, 50, he doesn't believe he can't find a lizardman.

　　 Since it is a large-scale territory, it must not hide too deep.

The task of patrolling the territory After these lizardmen are killed, patrol the territory 10 kilometers around, hunt 100 beasts, hunt 100 orcs, one of the conditions... kill 100 orcs and not done.

　　 The system did not count the lizardmen as the orcs, and it seemed that it was not so easy to get the rewards of the 20 wilderness wolves that patrolled the territory.

　　 At the thought of this, Loren frowned slightly.

　　 After building the arrow tower, the reward given by the system-the construction drawings of the elemental tower, has not seen any movement for a long time.

　　 He also specifically confessed to Ariel to pay attention to whether there were any abnormalities in the territory, but nothing happened.

　　 "The rewards of the system are not distributed in real time every time...You will have more time to complete tasks in the future."

　　 shook his head, took back the scattered thoughts, and let the army act immediately.

　　 Regardless of the threat of the lizardman, the one who should be leveling still needs to be leveled. Strength is the only thing that determines whether the City of Bright Moon can survive in the endless wasteland.

　　 After the army exited the woods, two groups of kobolds stayed on the nearby high ground hundreds of meters away to observe the battlefield, while the other army, led by Lawren, continued to rush to the previously discovered gathering of boars.

　　 The loyalty of the kobold patrol has reached 70 points, and there is no need to worry that these guys will defect.

　　 Hunting and killing are the eternal theme of the endless wasteland.

　　 A war did not satisfy the army, but aroused their morale, and the fighting spirit was high at the moment.

　　 Kill enemies and increase power. This feature is more addictive than the temptation of succubus.

　　 Loren took a moment to glance at his attribute panel. This is the first time he has personally played and killed an enemy.

　　 Level: Silver Intermediate (1% upgrade progress)

　　 "I personally killed at least 25 lizardmen, only to increase the level of progress by 1%??"

　　 "With this calculation, if you want to be promoted to silver level, you can't kill two or three thousand bronze lizardmen?"

　　 After a little calculation, Loren's eyelids jumped.

　　According to his secret observations over the past few days, a Bronze-ranked barbarian can only be raised by a small level by killing seven or eight enemies of the same level.

　　 To upgrade from Bronze Senior to Silver Junior, more than ten is enough.

　　 Silver Elementary Level is promoted to Silver Intermediate level, and the number of Bronze level enemies that needs to be killed will not exceed 50.

　　 In contrast, his level of difficulty can be described as hell...

　　 "Is this the price of gaining great power?"

　　Loren doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

　　 Double blood awakening, plus the practice of double breathing.

　　His combat effectiveness has already exceeded the limit of the silver rank, and ordinary gold rank fighters can also suppress it.

　　 The terrifying power contained in his body made his upgrade naturally difficult.

　　 There are gains and losses.

　　 After leaving the forest where the lizardmen were encountered, about twenty minutes away, the surrounding monsters began to slowly increase.

　　A gray hare that can breathe flames, a rooster that can tear steel with claws, an antelope with three eyes that can release mental shocks, a deer with wind blades around...

　　 is full of colors unique to the fantasy world.

　　 However, most of these monsters were very alert, and the army fled far away before they approached.

　　 Except that two three-eyed antelopes were nailed to death by the spearman with a fatal throw at a distance of more than 150 meters, nothing else was kept.

　　 The mission of patrolling the territory has finally completed 2% of the hunting of 100 monsters...

　　 Laurent’s eyelids jumped so he made people half-buried the bodies of the two antelopes on the way home, and then moved on.

　　 The lake that envelops the City of Bright Moon is about 10 kilometers long. When it reaches the lower reaches of the lake, its width quickly narrows, only extending a small river seven or eight meters wide.

　　 Living by the water is the habit of most lives.

　　The goal of this hunt-boar people are very common orcs in the endless wasteland.

　　 Wild boars are extremely cruel, and even when they lack food, they will kill their own clan to eat.

　　 In addition to being brutal, extremely high fertility is also a characteristic of wild boars.

　　 These guys can give birth to more than ten children and two children a year, and it only takes 5 years for the boar to reach adulthood, and the life span is no more than 30 years old.

　　 One or two hundred wild boar tribes can multiply tens of thousands of people in a few years with sufficient food.

　　 There is plenty of water on both sides of the lake, and the low shrubs have turned into tall grasses. After the army entered the grasses, they immediately merged in, and there were not too many traces outside.

　　 "Lord Lord, we smelled the smell of wild boar..."

　　 The kobold patrol who explored the path immediately returned to report information shortly after entering the grass.

　　 "Those dirty idiots are already less than 500 meters away from us."

　　 has a deep contempt in his tone.

　　 Although they belong to the same orcs, the races are not kind.

　　On the contrary, the degree of hostility between them is no less than hostility to humans or lizard people.

　　 In order to compete for survival resources, wars between various races are being staged almost all the time, so there is no sense of belonging or anything.

　　 How can a dirty boar be compared to a noble kobold?

　　 Lawren refreshed.

　　 finally found today's goal.

　　"Continue to investigate and report the news immediately.

　　 The others are ready to fight. "

　　 The barbarians screamed excitedly, and the morale of the spearman who killed the lizardman just now was also high.

　　 Only the kobold blood mage Sim, who wore a black cloak, expressed contempt for the excited crowd.

　　 Hmph, it’s a group of stupid guys who are rushing to fight the foul-smelling boar...

　　 The noble and great Chief Sim would not do such a stupid thing!

　　 The army went down the river in the grass.

　　 Not long after, a special stench of silt rushed into everyone's nostrils, like the smell of rotten fruit in the trash can for more than ten days, making people nauseous.

　　 Luoren frowned, and continued to let everyone move forward with the help of the taller broad-leaved grass.

　　 stepped on the dry branches and leaves and made a creaking sound, and the further downstream, the rotten smell from the tip of the nose became richer.

　　 After traveling some distance, the kobold patrol appeared again.

　　 "Lord Lord, we have found the boar tribe! Those dirty boars are rolling in the mire..."

　　 Laurent narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　 "How many boar people are there?"

　　 "The number is not much different from the last survey, about three hundred..."

　　 "Are there other orc tribes around?"

　　 "No, this area is all boar people. Who wants to live with those foul-smelling lowly lives?"

　　 There is indescribable contempt in the eyes of the kobold patrolling.

　　 Lauren's face was black.

　　 Where are you kobolds? ?

　　 too lazy to talk nonsense.

　　 "Everyone is ready to fight."

　　 Because three teams were sent to transport the dark brown bears back, there were still 70 barbarians and 20 spearmen left in the army, plus 6 kobold patrols.

　　 There are no more than a hundred people.

　　 But this corps is more than enough to deal with the wild boars with low combat effectiveness.

　　 After the order was given, the army rushed forward quickly.

　　 The towering grass kept shaking. After a while, Yas, who was at the forefront, pushed aside the grass and saw a smooth mud meadow.

　　 Hundreds of boar men are rolling in the mud at this moment.

　　 Suddenly the wild boars who were playing and happy suddenly stopped ~www.readwn.com~ They all looked at Yas hidden behind the grass, they smelled the breath of outsiders...

　　Roar~

　　 There was a pig cry.

　　 Those wild boars thumped ~ climbed up from the mud, roared in a low voice, opened the mouth of the blood basin, exposing sharp fangs, and stared at the grass.

　　 Lawren pushed Yas's shoulder away and stepped out of the grass.

　　 In the next second, a wild boar man covered in mud appeared in front of his eyes.

　　 The wild boar has a huge pig head, half a meter long fangs as sharp as a sword, about one meter and seven feet tall, and a fat belly.

　　 Some wild boars are covered with a thick layer of mud. After the mud is dried, it becomes a natural armor. Ordinary sharp swords may not even be able to pierce this layer of mud armor.

　　 When hundreds of wild boar men stared at them fiercely, they still looked very visually striking.

　　Lorren held the cross long sword in his right hand, with the tip of the sword pointed at the Boarman, his eyes cold.

"kill!!!"

　　 There was a cold anger, and the grass behind him throbbed.

　　 Then a group of savages as strong as bulls pushed aside the grass and smashed out, the excited and crazy expression on their faces trembling.

　　 Barbarians, fearless!

　　 These **** bastards, dare to invade their territory!

　　The wild boar man with strong territorial consciousness was angered.

　　 The eyes were bloodshot, the muscles on his body were tightened, and then he dashed away in the same posture against the barbarian who was charging.

　　 The mud was trampled up, like a palm slapped on the water.

　　 The angry boar is like a tank in heavy armor, vowing to crush everything.