Chapter 40 The Skeleton at the Commander Level

"Don't let him run away. We must catch him!"

Drake shouted. He couldn't let his duck fly away!

Cyclops was as agile as flying. He jumped on the mountain ridge and escaped from the chase behind. He had never faced hundreds of skeleton soldiers. He was about to be caught by the enemy and taken to Drake.

"How dare you touch my underling in front of me?"

Francis suddenly appeared behind Cyclops and faced his pursuers.

The oppressive aura around him made these skeleton soldiers stop and look at Francis nervously.

The absolute level of suppression made them dare not act rashly.

Around Francis, there were many black vortexes. Garbage and other underlings had finished their rest and were summoned by Francis.

The battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out. The fighting capacity of the core underlings was completely overwhelming for this group of grunt fish skeletons.

In a blink of an eye, they had packed about 50 skeletons.

"Stop! Stop!"

Drake ran over and looked at Francis.

He slipped on his knees, rushed to Francis, and said devoutly, "I didn't know you were here. Please forgive us."

Francis didn't want to embarrass Drake who was so respectful.

"You have two choices. One, obey me, or, go to hell. Make your own choice."

Drake was stunned.

He was going to join Highness Augustine. How could he obey another skeleton here?

Isn't that a betrayal of Highness Augustine!

Moreover, the leader of the skeleton group in front of him looked very powerful and kept a group of powerful skeleton soldiers, but he was still not as powerful as Highness Augustine.

Let Drake submit himself to the skeleton leader whose underling group was even inferior to his own.

He couldn't do it.

"Since you don't want to surrender, go to hell."

Francis didn't want to listen to Drake's nonsense. From his performance, Francis had found that even if he knelt in front of him, he was still not convinced.

However, for some reason, the existing number of underlings had to be saved.

He didn't want to give in to Francis.

Since he wouldn't surrender, there was no need for him to live on. Francis believed he should remove the source of the trouble, so he wouldn't let Drake go.

To create opportunities for his enemies to attack him?

Poor Drake. He didn't even see Augustine and died in front of Francis. He didn't even have the time to say the last word.

The moment he fell to the ground with a loud bang, the underlings scattered away.

Without the shackles of contract, these underlings won't work for Drake. Instead, they will return to their free bodies without any hindrance.

"Go and clean up their horses."

Francis told Garbage to go to work, while he stayed where he was. He absorbed Drake's ghost fire, then tore off his black crystal and collected it.

"Congratulations, host. You have got an incomplete map."

Just as Francis was absorbing Drake's ghost fire, a hint of the system came to his mind.

A piece of map with a marked area appeared in Francis's mind. Although he didn't know what this incomplete map meant.

"He got the incomplete map!"

In the camp, Augustine kicked down everything in front of him and roared, "It's all your fault. If you had brought Drake here earlier, what else could have happened to Francis?"

The underlings held their breath and listened to Augustine's anger.

"You all know that Drake has an incomplete map. Why did he have to find 300 underlings to become a member of Augustine's army for such ridiculous reasons as a test?"

Speaking of this, Augustine was furious.

He had long wanted to take him directly and get the incomplete map he had.

But these underlings kept saying that Drake's level was too low. He had to prove himself before they could recruit him into Augustine's army!

A few days later, Drake got 300 underlings.

However, before he arrived at Augustine's camp, he died and the incomplete map was taken away by Francis.

How could Augustine let it go!

The underlings also knew that it was true that they deliberately made things difficult for Drake, and they didn't tell Augustine so that he was the last one to knew about it.

Now Drake was dead, none of them could escape the responsibility!

"Warning! Warning! Augustine's army is about to arrive. The leader is Augustine's deputy, A ghost skeleton at commander level."

The prompt of the system shocked Francis.

It seemed that Augustine was really driven crazy. He directly sent the ghost skeleton at the commander level.

Francis was just reached level 30.

There were only 30 underlings.

Facing the ghost skeleton at commander level, it was like an egg smashing a stone, and a mayfly smashing a tree.

There was no chance of winning.

"It's hard to deal with. I didn't expect that Augustine would be so irritated that he sent a deputy to attack me. What should I do then? It's a bit ridiculous to use tactics in the face of absolute strength."

Francis sighed.

He couldn't figure it out. He just destroyed two teams of Augustine. Why did he send so many skeletons to attack him one after another?

Did Augustine have nothing else to do except to attack him?

However, he had just thought of Augustine's level through the deputy.

He was no match for Augustine.

Anyone smart would know how to avoid the sharp edge and accumulate energy.

Not to mention that Francis was a human being and had been educated. Of course, he knew that.

"Garbage, take all the underlings back to the mine and find Davy to repair the equipment, and take all the horses back. Then stay nearby and await orders. Don't conflict with other unknown teams."

After ordering Garbage, Francis rode the skeleton warhorse and rushed to the mine.

Garbage, on the other hand, stayed behind and packed up all the materials then took the underlings back to the mine.

As soon as Davy finished building some equipment, he saw Francis riding back.

"Master, you are here just in time. Look at my newly made equipment!"

Davy handed the new shield to Francis as if he was presenting a treasure.

This was the shield he had spent a lot of time and energy building for Garbage. He also understood that as the most important warrior, Garbage often rushed in the front.

He must use good equipment to improve his strength and provide him with more damage and defense.

Francis took the equipment in his hand and glanced at it casually.

"Good, this time the quality has reached extraordinary, and it is purple."

After saying that, Francis looked at Davy again.

He had upgraded and became a master of forging.

This also meant that when he made equipment in the future, the worst would be the purple level, and it would be excellent at least.

The quality of the equipment would be greatly improved.

If all the underlings could be replaced with new equipment, then he might have a slim chance of winning against the skeleton commander.

However, it was not easy to make all the equipment in a short time.

Even if Davy became a master of forging, it would take him a lot of time to refine ore into iron mine. With this time, the enemy had already come to him.

Francis thought.

"Maybe I can find some blacksmith and ask them to make equipment with Davy."

But the forging masters didn't exist everywhere. It was difficult to find a blacksmith, which was as good as Davy.

Francis called Elsa in his mind and asked her when she was going to go to the magic beast forest. If he couldn't avoid it, Francis would.

Using Elsa, he brought himself and all the underlings to the mage continent.

At that time, no matter how powerful the skeleton at commander level was, what could he do if he couldn't find anyone?

After chatting with Elsa, Francis sent two servants to help Davy carry the goods.

It was a little difficult for Davy to make the equipment alone.

"By the way, make an armor for me first,"

Francis said.

In the following battles, he would definitely replace Garbage and become the main attack power. The armor was particularly important.

The equipment made of refined iron ore could certainly resist most of the attacks.

This could also increase the chance of winning for Francis.

"Okay, don't worry."

Davy said without hesitation.