Vared divided his army into four violent, unexpected, heavy firepower and elite heavy cavalry assaults, and light cavalry intercepted tactics to attack the Greenskin tribes along the way. With such rapid tactics, the undead army only lost a very small amount of troops and annihilated a large number of greenskin orcs. The corpses and other spoils obtained were countless. In an instant, Vared even secretly felt that they could push them all the way to the coastline of the central waters.

But it was discovered in the end.

Although the green-skinned orcs are extremely slow to react, they can naturally notice something is wrong when the army of 200,000 is approaching and more than a dozen tribes are all caught in such a big deal.

When a group of goblin merchants sent a batch of weapons to a tribe as agreed, they found that the area had become a scorched earth. And when a large number of strange-shaped things, like bone worms, were circling around with red lights in their eyes. As usual, a group of goblin wolf cavalry went to the Grass Valley, they saw that Sylvania's army easily wiped out a green-skinned tribe using this tactic called "thunder" by Valed, and the green-skinned tribe was finally beginning to feel panic.

On the way to march.

The ruined walls, broken limbs and the undead army with their eyes flashing with their phosphate fire. Surrounded by a group of 300 spirit-bound demons, the black lich throne slowly moved forward. Vared leaned against the handrail of the throne, supported his head and closed his eyes, and was sleeping. His other hand was stroking the black cat lying in his arms. The throne with the softest and warmest dragon-skin mat was very comfortable, and he was already fascinated by the feeling of sitting on it.

A total of 150 resentful spirits were mixed into a ball by the undead witchcraft, holding up his throne and hanging forward. On the backrest of the throne were twenty gargoyles with long halberds, holding long halberds, placed on the throne like real statues, serving as decorations. The gargoyle ruby-inlaid eyes shone with endless blood, which was breathtaking.

On both sides of the throne, there were two fireworks emitting braziers. The specially made magic crystal particles emitted from the fireworks drifted away in the wind, causing the surrounding spirit-binding demons to let out a wave of low roars. There were also ghosts holding the throne who wanted to sniff the smoke unconsciously, but half of their body was cut off by the spirit-binding demon with a sickle, and a wave of ghost crying and howling.

Just then, a whistle-like cry suddenly came from the sky, and then a vulture swept down and landed on the throne. The adjutant Ram asked it twice, then took the letter wrapped around its outstretched claws, and took out a piece of dried meat to give it to the vulture. Then he raised his arm and let it fly.

"The leader, the other three armies also heard news, and the Greenskins had indeed noticed us. In this round of attack, the tribes had more or less resisted."

"Is that true?" Vared replied without much care.

"Also, Iron Claw? Gobard seems to have started to move again. Many green-skinned tribes have re-entered their legions under our pressure. They gathered 520 kilometers southeast of our army. At present, they have concentrated about 100,000 troops."

Valed half opened his eyes when he heard this, and snorted softly, "He is also a person who is unwilling to be lonely... Humph."

"There is news from the rear. Today, there was a situation at the two troop stations behind us. A group of goblin wolf cavalry launched an attack there. However, the skeleton cavalry who rushed to the news were repelled, and the losses were not much."

"Oh." Vared opened his eyes and sat up straight, and woke up completely. The Lich Throne instantly released the magic fluctuations that surprised Xin Lizhi's superior lord. The undead around him suddenly burst into tears and howls. However, Vared did not express any expression on this, but then said to Ram: "Do you know who did it?"

"Yes, leader." Ram replied: "The information obtained from the memory of the Goblin Wolf Cavalry shows that they were instructed by Skasnik, the Green-skinned Warlord of the Red-eyed Mountains. The Night Goblin seemed to want to take advantage of our battle with the Southern Green-skinned."

"Interesting guy...I heard that he is not an orc, but a goblin?" Vared asked.

"To be precise, it is one of the subspecies of Goblins, the Dark Night Goblin." Ram replied.

"There are a lot of orcs stationed in the Red Eye Mountains, right?" Vared continued.

"That's right, and they rely on gold mines obtained from the Red Eye Mountains and other materials for trade, and their weapons and equipment are much better than ordinary orcs." Ram continued.

"No, no, no, I am not interested in this. No matter how excellent the equipment of Greenskin is, can it surpass us? What I am interested in is a goblin who can successfully take office and become the ruler of a huge greenskin force. That's not wrong. He must be more cunning, cruel, and ambitious than his goblin compatriots... and braver at the same time."

"Please be honest, leader, did you just mention the word 'brave'?" Ram asked.

"Yes, my friend, you heard it right."

"I really can't imagine a goblin that can be described as 'brave'." Ram said, shaking his head.

"Under normal circumstances, we can't imagine a goblin becoming a green warlord, right?" Vared continued.

"That's true." Ram nodded in agreement.

"So, if he's smart enough, maybe we can make a deal with him."

"trade?"

"You know, Ram. Our ultimate goal is not the great wilderness. To completely conquer, or exterminate Greenskin, is a completely impossible task. We should not spend too much time and resources on this. In addition, in my plan to conquer the entire old world, Greenskins are also an unavailable link."

"To be honest, I don't understand what you mean," Ram said.

At this time, the army was still advancing, with lightning flashing in the gray sky and thunder rolling. Vared snapped his fingers, and the worker ants of the logistics troops immediately began to check the status of the cannons and gunpowder they carried, covering the cannons with heavy, waterproof curtains to prevent rainwater from erosion. Several packets of lime were also thrown into the caravan where the black gunpowder was stored to prevent the gunpowder from getting damp.

"This thing is in such a trouble." After checking all this, Vared complained. Ram also nodded and said yes. Then the two continued to talk about the previous topic.

"What do you think of green skin?" Vared asked his loyal adjutant in this way.

"It is a group of beasts who live for war and die for war." Ram replied.

"Indeed, this is the most common, and probably the most correct answer," Vared said. "But I think they have other potential to discover. Their breeding methods are very strange, the cycle is short, and their bones are very good. That is to say..."

"Do you want to raise the green skin as raw material for the undead? Please be honest, I think this plan is too crazy. The possibility of it being achieved is very low."

"No, well... I can't say it's wrong, my friend, you guessed half of it. I do expect to use green skin as a fixed source of raw materials, but it's not to raise them. That's too high and too unstable... What I expect is to reach a deal with a cunning, greedy for power and not very strong green skin warlord. Let him provide us with a source of goods for a long time, and we obtain raw materials, and he will remove potential competitors, balance the power of his subordinates, and consolidate his power."

"It sounds... well..." Ram frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't come up with any suitable adjectives to describe Valed's idea. So he finally gave up. He just asked Valed his question: "But as far as I know, his position in the Red Eye Mountains is very stable. Both the goblins and the orcs obey his rule."

"So, Ram, you're a little wrong," said Vared. "What I want is not the Red-Eyed Mountains, but the entire wilderness, the entire green skin of this smoky land in the southeast of the Old World."

"I think I understand, leader."

After a brief shock, Ram nodded and said nothing. As another thunder sound fell from the dark clouds, raindrops fell sparsely. Vared then snapped his fingers, and a layer of warmth and fragrance swelled the throne between him and the Lich Throne, causing the rain to automatically divide on both sides and could not be poured on him.

"Then let's go and prepare. Let's arrange the messenger to contact the Dark Night Goblin first. But at the same time, the attack on the Southern Greenskin cannot be stopped."

"I understand, leader." Ram nodded and was about to leave, but he heard another eagle-talking cry. The vulture covered in rain recognized him, landed on his arm, and brought the latest news.

"Leader, Iron Claw? Gobard sent a large number of messengers to all the green-skinned tribes in the south that were not swept away by us. It seems that he wants to take this opportunity to become the chief of the green-skinned southern land again."

"Big size is a trouble." Valed frowned, dissatisfied, but somewhat contemptuous. This green warlord who had tried his best to defeat him at the beginning of his debut was just a "trouble" in his eyes.
Chapter completed!