"You are finally here!" Old Earl Martin, who was sitting in the hall, saw the captain of the guards and his group coming in, and hurriedly stood up to greet them. His eyes were red and his face was listless, and he looked several years older than before. It seemed that what had happened during this period of time had overwhelmed this veteran warrior.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, everyone sat down.
"Where's Roger? Didn't he come with you?" Old Earl, glanced around and saw no sign of Roger among the twenty people.
Elfa and Matar both turned their heads away with sullen faces. Only Randy laughed dryly: "Roger has something to do and can't come."
"Oh, that's it." The old earl seemed to understand something and didn't ask any more questions. He just laughed and said, "Let's not talk about this. We sent several groups of people to ask for help this time. Some went to your place and some went to the Marquis's Mansion. So many people sacrificed their lives and finally invited you. We have never seen this ghost thing before and don't know how to kill it. We can only rely on you to deal with it. If you need any help, just let me know."
"From the past experience of people killing the Ghost moth girl, it would be easier to deal with if it had just emerged from its cocoon. For this case where a large number of larvae have already hatched, we have to think of a way to deal with these poisonous insects first." Randy paused, and continued:
"It took thousands of Nords to kill the moth girl before. They first cleared the larvae on the ground, and then used axe throwers and spears to shoot the big moth down from the sky. In our current situation, this method will not work."
"One appeared in our tribe, and we shot it to death with spears." The orc tribe was almost entirely made up of agile warriors like Matar, and the leopard people were all proficient in spear throwing. It was quite pitiful for the ghost moth girl to be born in such a place. It was estimated that she would be shot into a sieve before she laid many eggs.
"We don't have that many warriors who are good at throwing axes and spears." The old earl frowned. "Alas, there are not many wars on this Klin Island. We usually train some guards to take care of the public security here. There are two who can use bows and arrows. They are retired soldiers who have only lived in Klin in the past two years."
"We have to find a way to deal with those larvae..." Randy stroked his chin and thought hard.
The more serious problem facing them is: let alone the ghost moth girl, there are mountains and seas of larvae hovering outside. They are short of manpower.
The mercenary group and the guards of the Earl's Mansion are less than fifty people. They can't kill all the larvae at all. Maybe after they go out, they won't even see the ghost moth girl and will be drowned by the sea of larvae.
"Well, deputy commander, I have some ideas." Comack raised his hand. He was a veteran who had participated in many battles. Although his own cultivation was not high, only at the third level, he had rich combat experience.
"Oh? You tell me." Randy had been at a loss for ideas, and when someone came up with an idea, he was naturally overjoyed.
"We were attacked once when we were stationed in Singerburg. They were a strange kind of monster. They were not very powerful, but there were a lot of them, and they were poisonous. We held on for nearly a month, but we couldn't kill all the monsters. We wanted to abandon the city and retreat. Later, the general in charge of the defense came up with a good idea. He poured kerosene into the trenches, and when the monsters attacked again, he threw torches into the trenches. We fought for two days and finally burned all the monsters."
"Fire attack is a good idea, but..." Randy looked at Count Martin, "My Lord, do you have kerosene here?"
"There's very little kerosene, less than a barrel. But we have a lot of strong liquor here in Klin, and this kind of liquor can also start a fire. It's just that there's not much in the mansion, most of it is in the island brewery."
"It's good to start a fire. We have to find a way to get the liquor from the brewery."
"Randy, if we use fire, what if we set the houses on the island on fire? Wouldn't this place be burned to ruins?" Elfa asked worriedly.
"Yes, it seems that we still need to improve this strategy..."
Everyone fell into a long discussion again.
Three days later, the food supply in the Earl's Palace had been eaten up, and all those who were able to fight had recovered their strength. It was a matter of life and death, and they had to give it a try.
Matar and Randy stood side by side at the door of the Earl's Mansion. The door had not yet been opened, but a tense and depressed mood had already enveloped everyone. This heavy depression could not be blown away even by the howling north wind.
"Matar, that guy is laying eggs. Now is a good opportunity to kill those larvae. When the door opens, you lead those bugs to the brewery, pass through the brewery and go to the east coast. After we set up the venue, we will fire a signal arrow."
"When you see the signal arrow, run back. Here is the blood of some livestock. If they scatter, open it and pour it on yourself. These larvae are bloodthirsty and carnivorous. Once they smell the blood, they will all gather to your side." As he said that, Randy handed Martar a belt made of a dozen jars of various sizes.
"Okay, open the door." Matar was completely different from the others. While the others looked solemn and dignified, she seemed eager to try, as if she couldn't wait to go out.