"You're absolutely right."
Colin felt something was off about "The Words of the Soul Returner," but he couldn't bring himself to frown.
[Ginseng Rooster] nodded hurriedly, "Blood poison, blood poison, you need blood first to be infected by the poison."
In this respect, skeletons are more resistant to Blood Corpse than to the Soul Returner.
However, the previous experiment has not yet yielded results, and even now, [ Ginseng Rooster ] doesn't know whether the player's corpse will be turned into new soldiers after it is collected.
After some thought, he finally offered his suggestion to Colin:
"My lord, as Soul Returner, my companions and I faced Corpse Tide in the Northern Continent last year. To be honest, it was terrifying."
"While skeleton soldiers are immune to Blood Poison, they might not be able to withstand the relentless attacks of the Blood Corpse, and the Soul Returner can be infected. Therefore, we should combine the advantages of both, arming the skeleton soldiers as much as possible, letting them hold the line in front, while the Soul Returner kill the Blood Corpse from behind."
Colin fell into deep thought upon hearing this. He understood it clearly; wasn't it just about further subdividing the military branches? The logic was sound.
However, the skeleton soldiers might not agree to this arrangement—why should we be the ones tanking the damage while the Soul Returner fight from behind?
Even a skeleton's life matters!
After thinking for a long time, Colin waved his hand and said:
"Let me think about it some more. Is there any other way?"
[ Ginseng Rooster ] shook his head regretfully:
"That's all for now. Blood Corpse are indeed terrifying enemies. If we go to the Demon Realm and fight a defensive battle, that's fine. But what if Councilor or Osmond orders a decisive battle in the wilderness? We might not be able to hold out then."
Colin sighed upon hearing this:
"These are things neither you nor I can decide. Just do what you're supposed to do in your position."
"Understood."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] bowed again, and seeing that Colin had nothing else to ask him to do, he silently left the top floor of the fortress.
He still had many tasks to complete, and Colin no longer bothered with trivial matters like issuing summons to the five small and medium-sized fortresses numbered 11 to 15.
The work is there, and if Colin doesn't do it, then [ Ginseng Rooster ], as the executive vice lord, must do it.
Orders were issued and delivered to the various sandcastles by the skeleton soldiers on their fast horses.
The two castle knights guarding the eleventh and twelfth sandcastles were naturally bewildered by the sudden order to assemble, since their superiors' orders only specified what to do, not why it had to be done.
However, the guardian knights of Sandcastle Number Fifteen were Soul Returner, and in addition to receiving a normal document, they also received a private message from [ Ginseng Rooster ].
Beyond being shocked that the Skeleton Alliance dared to wage war on two fronts, the Soul Returner were mostly excited.
That's the Demon Realm! Are they going to be the first players to enter Demon Realm?
With the message delivered, not to mention that Colin's nearly two thousand Soul Returner and Skeleton Soldiers were packing their bags to prepare for departure, nor needing to elaborate on the fact that [ Divine Wings ]'s " Wing Army " had already begun to fill the sky, [ Ginseng Rooster ] himself still had a big business deal to do.
He used his network to quickly convey the message that he needed to chat immediately, and then chose to log out of the game.
After logging off, [ Ginseng Rooster ] opened a familiar chat window. It was a classic three-person group chat, with two other members whose names were quite familiar to other players:
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] and [ The Great Wei Boxing Champion ]
Now that [ Aluode ] has become a full-fledged recruiter, he has handed over all the match-fixing matters to [ Western Sharpshooter ] and [ Gill's Cuisine ].
Unfortunately, both of them were combat players, so the business was outsourced a second time to [ Ginseng Rooster ].
Meanwhile, on the Empire's side, his contact has changed from "[ Practice More If You're Bad ]" to "[ Practice More If You're Bad ]" and "[ Great Wei Boxing Champion ]".
Although the parties involved in the transaction have changed, the unwavering spirit of match-fixing has been passed down from generation to generation.
[ Ginseng Rooster ], already logged out of the game, typed furiously on the keyboard, quickly composing a headline worthy of a job at the Shock Department:
What is the Alliance's intention in mobilizing troops in such a massive manner? The empire's lifeline is hanging by a thread!
"Give me 10 gold, and I'll show you a different kind of the Alliance."
There was no response in the group chat for a moment, but [ Ginseng Rooster ] was not worried. He gave the player who relayed the information enough money, and was sure that at least one of the two would log off soon to find him.
About five minutes later, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] sent a message, clearly tinged with anger:
"Ten gold coins for information? You'd better be worth it, or I'll sneak into Sandcastle in the middle of the night and slit your throat."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] was not angry at the response but rather pleased, and typed a sentence with a smile:
You've lost your chance.
How about we make a bet?
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] was clearly quite confident in his abilities, but he soon received a reply from [ Ginseng Rooster ]:
I'm telling the truth. It's not about whether you're strong or weak; it's just that you no longer have the opportunity.
Want to know why? 10 gold coins.
On the other side, [ Practice More If You're Bad ], who was hastily told to log off, fell into deep thought:
[ Ginseng Rooster ] This person, although he seems quite unreliable, actually has a good reputation in some aspects.
He went to such lengths to remove himself from the public eye; it couldn't have been to disgust people.
But ten gold coins are still too expensive...
"A little pricey."
"Great value for money, bro."
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] He was somewhat tempted, but he really didn't have any cash on hand. After thinking for a moment, he said:
I don't have enough money, I need to borrow some from others.
"You can't disclose the details of the intelligence, right? Then tell me roughly how important this military intelligence is, so I can ask them to lend it to me."
[ Ginseng Rooster ] thought about it and realized it was indeed true. Recalling the importance of the military intelligence, he typed a line in the chat box:
"If used properly, Alfonso can become a commander of ten thousand."
Each Chinese character was reflected in [ Practice More If You're Bad ]'s eyes, and his body was hunched over in front of the computer desk in a standard "not a buddy" curve.
Alfonso were to become a centurion, what would happen to them? Need I say more?
[ Practice More If You're Bad ], whose heart was already racing, swallowed hard.
You swear you didn't lie to me!
"I swear, if I'm lying to you, may I be reborn into World of Disorder and work in Dungeon."
"Okay, I believe you."
[ Practice More If You're Bad ]'s avatar went black for a minute, and then [ Ginseng Rooster ] received a transfer message from the World of Disorder, with ten gold coins entering his Obsidian Bank account.
Without saying a word, he sent over a summary of his conversation with Colin, along with a screen recording.
With the money and goods settled, he didn't care how the Empire planned to use this urgent military intelligence; he simply continued to log on and act as a cunning strategist.