"No problem, no problem, as long as the quality of the corpse is fine, the price is absolutely satisfactory to you..." Looking at the slowly opening undead space, the necromancer said with a look of anticipation.

"Don't worry, you're satisfied..." Wang Ye smiled confidently.

"Buzz!"

The undead space took shape, and a corpse was slowly spit out under the pull of Wang Ye's will.

"Plop..."

The body landed head-on, splashing a puff of dust.

"Huh? This back... How... So familiar..." Looking at the back of the corpse, the necromancer couldn't help but frown deeply, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

"Poof!"

As soon as the sense of foreboding appeared in the heart of the necromancer, it was suddenly inserted into a physical sword and pierced into the smoke...

"You..." The necromancer's face was full of doubts and resentment, but these doubts and resentments were eternally fixed on his face as his life force passed quickly...

Wang Ye controlled the mage's hand and slowly withdrew the sword from the necromancer's heart.

"Hey, another mentally undamaged necromancer corpse..."

"Meizhi..." "

Whether the soul of a legal professional corpse suffered heavy damage before death affects its level, combat power, and potential after being transformed into an undead..."

"Click

..." "Click..." Unlike

the necromancer in front who was basically slaughtered clean by Wang Ye and was alone, the necromancer who rushed behind was carrying a large number of undead creatures around.

The death of the necromancer immediately turned these undead creatures into ownerless undead.

After sensing the disappearance of the soul contract, they were slightly stunned for a moment, and then burst into a ghost cry full of joy.

Free and free to do whatever you want....

Unfortunately, their free time is very short....

Wang Ye's body burst with momentum, and terrifying spiritual power swept out, sweeping all the undead creatures nearby.

"Gah!"

The ghost crying wolf howl stopped abruptly.

A group of undead creatures who had just been freed looked at Wang Ye in horror.

In this majestic spiritual ocean, they deeply feel their own smallness and vulnerability.

A wave, a little undulation in this monstrous spiritual frenzy, can slap them into powder...

"Surrender, or, perish..." The

eerie and cold spiritual fluctuations quietly sounded in the soul fire of all the undead creatures.

Along with it, a new soul contract appears.

War has always been brutal.

And this cruelty is achieved with the death of cannon fodder ....

Wang Ye was a little reluctant to throw his carefully cultivated army of undead into this kind of war where high-level transcendent people were fighting as cannon fodder.

But as a necromancer of the summoning department, there is no undead army around to decorate the façade, and it looks a little strange...

Therefore, Wang Ye fell his evil gaze on these undead creatures who had just left the wolf's den...

"Surrender

..." "Surrender..." "Surrender..." Undead

creatures do not have the idea of "one woman does not serve two husbands", they agree more with the concept of the strong being honored than humans.

In front of radishes and sticks, they hardly had any hesitation, and they chose radishes one after another....

Then one soul contract after another rushed into Wang Ye's mind, and the undead creatures who experienced a second of free life were once again reduced to cheap labor...

The only difference from the past is that there is a different owner....

Feeling the sudden surge of mental pressure, Wang Ye licked the corners of his mouth, "Hey, I feel a little, but, I can control more

..." "Kill..."

"Over there

..." "It's a necromancer

..." "Kill him

..." "Avenge our compatriots who died tragically..."

An earth-shattering shout of killing reached Wang Ye's ears, pulling Wang Ye back to reality.

Wang Ye looked at the sound and saw that the sea of fire he had created before had been completely extinguished.

The undead creatures he deliberately let go along the way also scattered after the death of the previous necromancer.

A large group of human transcendents, stepping on the burnt earth, roared and killed him.

"Shout, isn't this the gunsmith?"

Wang Ye accurately found the level 14 gunsmith who was rescued by him before in this group of human transcendents.

At this time, this level 14 gunsmith was carrying a submachine gun, and his face was fiercely rushing towards him...

Looking sideways at the group of undead creatures around him who had just been subdued, Wang Ye's heart suddenly rose a funny sense of right and wrong, as well as a strange feeling of jumping left and right and playing with the world...

Oh, the physical characteristics have changed, but it doesn't matter, the kernel has not changed ....

The person did not change, but changed his profession, and immediately became mortal enemies with his comrades who carried guns with him before....

Looking at the killing intent on the faces of the transcendent beings who were rapidly approaching towards his side, Wang Ye smiled indifferently, and the spiritual command was immediately issued: "Block them!"

"Click..." "Click..."

"WooooWang Ye stood in place for a while, took a deep look at the two parties fighting together, smiled, and then turned around and ran towards the depths of the Dry Bone Tower War Base...

He had no intention of letting these freshly collected cannon fodder go to death, nor did he intend to release water....

For him, both the Polyta Commercial Federation and the Tower of Dry Bones are passers-by....

Well, passers-by are about equal to enemies.

They are all existences that can be slashed at any time....

In the big picture, it doesn't matter whether they win or lose...

Everyone, it's all cannon fodder ....

Looking up at the flickering night sky in the distance, Wang Ye smiled in a low voice: "The victory or defeat there is decided, and the victory or defeat of this war is also decided..." Wang Ye

never overestimated himself, nor did he make himself sentimental.

He clearly knew that the role he could play in this war was very small, as small as a snowflake....

However, as long as the tiny snowflakes roll well, they can also form a huge avalanche....

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