Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 1920: He's obviously not an old man.

As the commander-in-chief of the garrison troops in the new district, this intelligence information was quickly reported to Wei Qing.

During this period, he had already reviewed all the information about the Orc Alliance in the new district.

But to be honest, the intelligence was limited.

Prior to this, the Orc Alliance and the Goblin Kingdom had never truly engaged in a full-scale war.

After two quick matches, realizing that neither side was easy to deal with, the two sides stopped engaging in any major battles.

In the past, the Orc Alliance would at most send cavalry to raid the borders of the Goblin Kingdom, plunder a wave, and then immediately withdraw, basically avoiding direct combat.

This also meant that the Goblin Kingdom had a relatively limited understanding of the Orc Alliance, with the most common record being that the Orcs were tough and could withstand gunshot wounds.

In response to this situation, Wei Qing also summoned the jackals led by Feizhua for questioning.

"How much do you know about the orc alliance here?"

Flying Claw and the others shook their heads blankly, completely unaware of the existence of this orc alliance.

This result was within Wei Qing's expectations.

Previously, the gnoll territory and the orc alliance were separated by a vast goblin kingdom, and the two sides had no opportunity to make contact, so they naturally did not know of each other's existence.

It can only be said that there are indeed quite a few orcs living on this land.

"Do you have any ideas about the unique markings on the orcs' bodies?"

"Special patterns?"

Flying Claw frowned, clearly thinking of something, but he wasn't entirely sure.

"It should be a totem."

"Let me explain this totem in detail."

To be honest, Wei Qing didn't have any expectations for the intelligence from the jackals, but unexpectedly, they seemed to actually know something.

“Each of our tribes has its own totem, which contains powerful energy. When a member of the tribe comes of age, a ceremony is held to tattoo the totem onto their body. When that member dies, the totem on their body will disappear.”

Listening to the description of the grappling hook, Wei Qing didn't dwell on the principle behind the totem, but instead raised another question in his mind.

"Then why don't you have any on you?"

Flying Claw's face showed a hint of helplessness in response.

"Totems don't just appear out of thin air. You have to make a corresponding totem potion, drink it, and activate your bloodline for it to manifest. As for our gnolls, in the early years, we couldn't find a few of the ingredients for our totem potion, so our tribe hasn't produced a totem warrior for many years."

Thinking about this, Feizhua's feelings were complicated.

If their gnoll tribe had still had totem warriors when facing the goblin kingdom, they wouldn't have been so easily defeated by the goblins, turning the battle into a one-sided massacre.

Wei Qing, however, sensed that there was more to this story.

And indeed, that was the case. After a moment of hesitation, the grappling hook spoke again…

"The recipe for our gnoll tribe's totem potion is known only to the chieftains of each generation. The goblin attack came too suddenly, and the chieftain died before he could give any instructions."

At this point, there's clearly no need to continue the discussion.

This situation left Wei Qing somewhat helpless.

"Was the medicine formula passed down orally, or was it recorded in something?"

When faced with this question, Crawl shook his head.

"I don't know. I only know about it, but I've never seen it." Upon hearing this, Wei Qing immediately changed the subject.

"Do you know where your clan leader's body is now?"

“After I came with the main group, I led my people to search for it, but we couldn’t find it.”

Clearly, the grappling hook itself had considered this matter.

"The situation was chaotic at the time. We were suddenly attacked by goblins, and our people scattered and fled. We had no energy left to care about the chieftain's body."

For the jackal people at that time, the surviving members of their tribe were definitely more important.

"Okay, I understand the situation. I'll have someone look for it for you."

Now that the gnolls have submitted to their Great Zhou, their increased strength is undoubtedly a good thing for Great Zhou.

Meanwhile, at the border camp, Gargamel, a necromancer at the Saintly Realm, had already cast the spell 'Undead Conversion', transforming all the werewolves and giant wolves that had been shot into undead.

As it turns out, these werewolves were indeed not martial artists at the Hundred Refinements Realm.

The werewolves, transformed into undead, lacked clear consciousness; they were all in a daze, unable to glean any information from them.

After that, Wei Qing's personal guards arrived here with a warrant.

In Wei Qing's view, the simplest way to find the corpse of the gnoll chieftain in the desert is to directly use necromancy to convert it.

Of course, by this point in time, the souls of ordinary gnolls would have long since dissipated, but transforming them into ordinary skeleton soldiers would still achieve their purpose.

Before making this arrangement, Wei Qing had discussed it with Feizhua, and only after confirming that Feizhua and the others did not mind did he proceed with it.

In order to be efficient, they sent a goblin airship to take Gargamel to the oasis that was originally the land of the gnolls.

The gnoll chieftain was killed here.

Of course, the other party's corpse was no longer on the spot, because the oasis was subsequently occupied by goblins to facilitate the construction of oil wells nearby.

Afterwards, Wei Qing also sent people to find the goblins who had participated in the relevant mission to inquire about the whereabouts of the corpses.

However, the goblin soldiers who were responsible for the cleanup were later sent out as part of an expeditionary force. They may now be prisoners of war, working on an assembly line, or they may already be dead.

Sending someone back to ask is one way, but it takes too much time. Before that, let Gargamel try. If he can find it directly with magic, then we won't have to go through so much trouble.

Upon arriving at the destination, Gargamel, having already learned the situation, acted swiftly, raising his hand to deliver a blow...

[Skeleton Soldiers Transform!]

This is not the scattered spells Zhou Xu used back then, but the basic spells of the 'Undying Lord'.

It's better than his previous loose spells; it doesn't require shaving flesh anymore, it can be directly converted, and the effect covers a wider area.

After he acquired the rank of 'Undead Lord', the spells of all his subordinates were also upgraded.

As soon as Gargamel activated his mantra, the surrounding desert stirred. Skeleton arms pushed aside the yellow sand covering his body, and one after another, skeletal figures crawled out of the sand and converged on Gargamel.

These skeletons were a motley collection of all sorts of things, and there were an astonishing number of them. It felt as if Gargamel's spell had unearthed the remains of all the creatures that had died in this desert over the centuries.

In this case, the gnoll skeletons are actually relatively easy to identify.

It's not that the gnoll skeletons are different from those of other races, but rather that creatures that have been dead for so long have had their clothes completely weathered away, leaving only bones.

But the gnoll skeletons are different. At this point in time, their clothes are mostly still on, and they are relatively 'new,' clearly not old bones...

(End of this chapter)