"Village Chief, the Ghost Eyes we set up outside the village have been destroyed. The enemy may have deployed Ghost Assassins."
By the time the Ghost Priest reported this to Zhang Yang in a panic, it was already early morning on the third day after Black Fox had been slain. The Orc Tribe's vanguard had already appeared. One had to admit that this enemy was truly formidable—either as immovable as a mountain or as swift as the wind.
"I understand. Just stay safely inside the Wood Demon Tower. You don't need to participate in the battle."
Zhang Yang issued the order calmly. In this Fantasy Setting world, these supernatural Ghostly Beings, who could make ordinary people turn pale at the mere mention of them, could only be reduced to scouts gathering military intelligence. On the battlefield, any Captain-Level Soldier could simply ignore them. Of course, if someone like the Deer Demon had directly spent a huge price to recruit a higher-level evil ghost, that would be another matter.
"Thank you, Village Chief. The Orc vanguard has roughly a hundred soldiers, right? There are two Ghost Assassins, so I couldn't get close. Village Chief, you must be extremely careful."
With that, the Ghost Priest vanished.
But Zhang Yang was not very nervous at this moment. He had already prepared everything that needed preparing.
Over the past two days, he had nurtured fifteen featherless heavy arrows for the Three Salted Fish and had also nurtured and crafted thirty Jade Imprisonment Spears. Their power would be even greater. He had given five to Wu Yuan, while Zhang Yang would use the remaining twenty-five himself.
Besides that, he had crafted another hundred ordinary Imprisonment Spears and a hundred Jade Arrows, distributing them among the core soldiers.
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