adventurers in the sewers

Chapter 85 The Frostclaw Tribe's Civil War!

"Esteemed professionals, are you—are you sure you want to accept this quest?"

The middle-aged officer looked at the task list that Louis and his companions had jointly chosen with a look of astonishment.

He remembered that this task was just put up to fill a quota, and he didn't expect any professional teams to take it.

The senior officers even planned which soldiers would be assigned to guard the sewers—the unruly troublemakers in each company.

Surprisingly, a powerful team of professionals volunteered to take on this dirty and tiring job, leaving the middle-aged officer speechless.

"Once a mission is accepted, it cannot be changed. After all, the military places great emphasis on rules and discipline."

The middle-aged officer couldn't help but remind him again.

"I'm not changing it!"

Louis waved his hand and made the decision immediately.

While signing off on the mission, the middle-aged officer looked at the squad names on the mission sheet and deeply understood the meaning behind the mispronounced names but the correct nicknames.

The mission begins when the demonic tide arrives at the city gates, so Louis and his party are in no hurry to carry out the mission.

After leaving the Corps' reception room, they toured the areas of the Corps' headquarters open to visitors, led by a guard.

As they strolled along, Louis asked curiously, "Nora, why did you agree so quickly?"

When discussing the task of guarding the sewers with their companions, Dana and Merry were slightly resistant, but they eventually agreed, seemingly to experience the path Louis had taken.

But Nora was different; she was the only member of the team who strongly supported taking on this mission.

The level of support was so great that even Louis found it strange.

Nora explained casually, "You're right. Guarding the sewers is much safer than guarding the city walls, except it's a bit dirty and smelly."

"But that's actually your old thinking. We used to have to endure the stench of the sewers because we didn't have the financial means. Now I can make a full set of protective equipment and odor-proof masks, so there's no need to be afraid of the smell."

Upon hearing this, Dana and Melly both breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that they wouldn't have to endure the stench.

Nora continued, "Of course, I enjoy guarding the sewers not for safety reasons, but for the abundant corpse resources."

"Corpse resources?"

Louis was slightly taken aback.

The necromancer's perspective was something he hadn't expected.

It's not that there aren't corpses in the sewers, but the difficulty of obtaining corpses seems no different from other city defense missions.

Nora smiled slightly, her tone tinged with smugness: "Staying in the sewers won't get you many corpses, but Louis, have you ever considered that since monsters can crawl in through the drains, can't we crawl out through them too?"

Louis was taken aback at first, but his eyes immediately lit up.

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He understood what Nora meant.

"You mean that once the demonic tide starts fighting the city's defenders, the corpses outside the city will pile up like mountains."

"If we were on the city wall, we wouldn't be able to get our hands on these corpses that died at the foot of the wall. But if we could crawl out through the sewage outlet, we could secretly bring these corpses back."

Louis was full of praise for Nora's ideas.

The monk's mind is truly brilliant.

Nora tilted her head back, her face, hidden under her hood, smiling at Louis.

That's why she initially joined Louis's team—because she had a lot in common with Louis.

It's not easy for a necromancer to find someone with common interests.

She added, "The sewage outlet isn't big. Even if we're noticed by the monsters, as long as we escape back in time, we'll only be facing a few enemies."

"Moreover, I can also command my undead soldiers to loot corpses, which will further reduce the danger."

At this point, Nora laughed like an evil witch: "Hehe, instead of piling up the corpses of dead monsters and fallen soldiers under the city walls to breed maggots, I'd rather make use of them. After all, the dead are meant to serve the living."

Louis coughed lightly: "Nora, you'd better be careful. The authorities will still collect the soldiers' corpses. We should only target the corpses of monsters and demons."

Nora: "Indeed, Louis, it seems you have taken our line of work to heart regarding the theory of superior and inferior corpses."

Dana and Merry listened silently to the two's lively conversation.

No way—it's one thing for Nora, a necromancer, to like corpses, but why are you so into it, Louis?!

"Esteemed professionals, the Frostclaw warriors' camp is just ahead. Shall we go in and take a look?"

At that moment, the guard leading the way gave a reminder.

Louis came to his senses and found that in front of him was a somewhat dilapidated military camp, with tents full of exotic features erected on the open ground around the barracks.

This was clearly the camp the Blackrock Legion had found for the Frostclaw warriors. It was probably converted from an abandoned camp, and it was small and the conditions were harsh.

Nora told me that a large portion of the Frostclaw warriors are women.

Louis's heart stirred, and the idea of ​​visiting the catgirl tribe began to stir within him.

He coughed lightly and said, "Um, is it really okay to just go in and visit?"

The guard readily agreed, "Of course. After all, the Frostclaw tribe was an enemy a few years ago, so we will certainly keep a close watch on these orc soldiers."

"We'll go inside under the guise of an inspection tour, and even the professionals from the Frostclaw tribe won't say anything."

Hearing the guards say this, Louis no longer had any reservations. After asking his companions and confirming that they had no objections, he officially stepped into the Frostclaw tribe camp.

"Huh? Where are the people in those tents?"

As soon as they entered the camp, the guards noticed something was wrong: the Frostclaw warriors who should have been waiting in the barracks and tents were nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, the soldiers responsible for monitoring the situation were all still standing guard.

He went up to ask his colleagues before returning to explain to Louis, "My fellow professionals, today seems to be the day the Frostclaw tribe elects its new young chieftain. All the orcs have gone to the training grounds to watch the battle."

"Young clan leader?"

The guard explained, "It is said that the Frostclaw tribe's great defeat was related to the former chieftain's poor command. Otherwise, with the strength of the Frostclaw tribe, they would not have suffered such a crushing defeat in the face of the demonic tide."

"The original clan leader died in the fight against the demonic tide, and now the position of clan leader is held by the original clan leader's younger brother."

"Therefore, the former young clan leader will face challenges from her cousins. If the former young clan leader is defeated, the position will change hands."

Louis nodded in realization.

This must be a traditional custom of orc tribes that respect the strong.

The mediocre are demoted and the capable are promoted; this is not necessarily a bad habit.

Upon hearing that a gladiatorial battle was taking place in the Frostclaw tribe, Dana became quite interested and tugged at Louis's sleeve, saying, "Let's go take a look. Didn't Nora say a couple of days ago that there's a chance the orcs might produce hero units far stronger than their peers?"

"Perhaps among these orcs challenging for the position of young chieftain, there is a natural-born strongman."

Louis thought for a moment. Although he didn't think he could recruit any orc hero units, he figured there was no harm in watching the spectacle, so he nodded.