And if you want to get the degree of turmoil, the starting point is level 50.

"Made, that's a level 50 corpse and a revenant!"

"How nice it would be if you gave it to me..." Feeling

the strong wind sweeping by, Wang Ye almost flowed.

Unfortunately, if you think about it, reality does not allow it.

After being lustful in his heart for a while, Wang Ye wiped the water stains at the corners of his mouth, quickly adjusted his mentality, and began to focus on the things in front of him.

He has completely emptied the previous altar of the undead, and is now taking the army of the undead under his command, swaggering towards the interior of the war camp, thinking of continuing to fight the autumn wind inside.

But the sudden situation made Wang Ye a little undecided.

Do you stop there and run away, or do you fight again and give it a shot?

After standing in place and thinking for three seconds, Wang Ye resolutely chose the former.

Carry the bucket and run.

After taking a deep look at the depths of the war camp, Wang Ye turned his head cleanly and left.

However, he did not choose the direction in which he came, but adjusted the direction slightly....

Although it is a collective march of legions, the level of contract undead under Wang Ye is relatively average, so the speed of the team is not slow...

Well, the giant spirit zombies and heavy armored zombies that dragged their feet were thrown back into the undead space by Wang Ye....

The time when Wang Ye chose to run with the bucket was almost the same as the time when the Deshan coalition army retreated and the Tower of Dry Bones pursued.

And Wang Ye's current location is behind the Deshan Alliance Army and the Tower of Dry Bone Undead Legion....

In more than half an hour, Wang Ye caught up with an undead legion numbering more than 60,000.

Wang Ye had no intention of detouring, so he rode the zombie war horse and led the thousands of undead under his command to chase straight up.

A moment later, an owl messenger flew from the undead legion in front and hovered low above Wang Ye's head.

"Gooo This lord, my master asked me to come and ask, which part are you?

Wang Ye raised his eyelids and responded coldly: "Before asking others, don't you know to report your home?"

"Goo!"

The owl messenger froze and was so frightened that he almost fell out of the air.

It's not that it's timid, but in recent times, the mortality rate of the owl messenger is too high....

"Gooo Sorry, my lord... Goo, my lord is a subordinate of Lord Ike, a level 30 summoning necromancer

..." Wang Ye nodded indifferently, and then said coldly: "Go back and tell him, I am a reserve death messenger, he is now taken over by me, if you are not satisfied, you can come and single me out, I can let him have one hand..."

Listening to Wang Ye's ruffled words, the owl messenger was obviously stunned.

What's the fuss?

Singled out?

Summoning necromancers to single out?

It's simply not too outrageous, even this bird feels outrageous....

Although he felt outrageous, the owl messenger obviously did not dare to disobey Wang Ye's courage.

"Goo... Wait a minute, I'll go back and report to my family..."

"(⊙o⊙) What?"

"Reservist death messenger?"

"Take over me?"

"Heads-up?"

"Let me have one hand?"

Listening to the words relayed by the owl messenger intact, the level 30 old necromancer was stunned.

Death makes, he knows....

Reservist death made, he also touched ....

But such a reserve death made him really unheard of, unseen ...

What are these words!?

I didn't know, I thought it was a contract battle between two warriors with muscles in their heads!

What a vain mage!

tui ~ shame ....

It's a pity that although he is very disdainful of the other party's behavior, due to the fist displayed by the other party and the identity of the reserve death envoy, he still had to pinch his nose and endure it after some weighing.

Thousands of level 30 undead creatures and thousands of level 25 undead creatures are existences that he can't afford to mess with.

And in the Tower of Dry Bones, a force that can do whatever he wants as long as his fist is big, as long as he dares to refuse the other party, the other party dares to try his best to kill him....

"What?"

"From?"

"Actually from?"

Wang Ye shouted in his heart that he didn't understand.

He also thought that the other party would resist, but he didn't expect that the other party chose to obey without saying a word....

As long as the other party dares to resist, then he dares to kill the other party "reasonably and legally" and "uprightly".

Even if he was discovered by a high-level necromancer, Wang Ye dared to kill the other party in front of the high-level necromancer.

No one would rashly offend a promising "reserve death messenger" for the sake of an ordinary necromancer with no sense of existence....

When no one saw that a second-turn necromancer had more than a thousand level 30 contract undead under his command, he would suspect Wang Ye's identity as a "reserve death messenger"...

Want to verify his identity?

In this special period of chaos, dream away!

"Hey, wait..." As

his mind turned, Wang Ye suddenly thought of an excellent idea.

"It seems... It's feasible..."

whispered, Wang Ye urged the zombie war horse under his crotch, and with thousands of contract undead, rushed towards the undead army that had stopped advancing in front.

A moment later, Wang Ye slowly appeared in front of the level 30 necromancer surrounded by a group of contract undead, riding on a tall zombie war horse, looking at each other with a proud face.

"Good night, my lord." The level 30 necromancer bowed slightly to Wang Ye and greeted.

"Two things." Wang Ye nodded slowly, then stretched out two fingers and whispered: "One, during the pursuit, unconditionally obey any of my orders..."

The level 30 necromancer frowned, and his face was slightly stunned.

During the war, the reserve death envoy has the unconditional power to command the necromancers of the same level.

But generally speaking, it is not a critical time of life and death, and the reserve death envoy will not use this power....

Rights and obligations are mutual.

With as much power comes great obligation.

Once the reserve death envoy takes over the other necromancers, he will automatically become the commander of the regional battlefield and will be responsible for the regional battlefield...

Moreover, he will also be offended to death by the superiors who take over the necromancer...

Everyone who has mixed with the organization knows that it is a very taboo thing to overstep the level and the command of the department....

Since this "reserve death envoy" was not afraid of taking responsibility and committing taboos, he had to take over him, and the level 30 necromancer gritted his teeth and confessed.

The pursuit battle, there is no great danger.

But the other party's domineering and arrogant attitude made him very unacceptable.

It's all mixed up in one organization, what's there to do, isn't it a reserve death messenger who sells ass ....

Before the level 30 necromancer could perfect his thoughts, Wang Ye slowly stretched out his second finger, "Two, after the pursuit battle, I'll give you a Nether Beast Heart..."

The level 30 necromancer's eyes instantly widened to the extreme, and his eyes were full of unbelievable and irrepressible ecstasy.

O heart of the beast!

With the heart of the underworld, he can advance to the third turn!!

Hahahaha, three turns, I'm coming!!

The level 30 necromancer cheered in his heart, quickly piled up a flattering look on his face, nodded and said with a smile: "Lord, from now on, I will be your most loyal dog, whoever you let me bite, I will bite, let me eat!"

"I promise to eat ten pounds without frowning

..." "However, my lord, I have a small doubt, you..."

Wang Ye's face showed displeasure, and his brows frowned slightly, "Say, I'm in a hurry."

"Yes! My lord! The level 30 necromancer rubbed his hands and asked cautiously: "Sir, it seems that you haven't reached the third turn yet, you have a beast heart in your hand, I believe it, but if it is two, I will be a little..."

As mentioned above, getting and giving are equal.

Although the level 30 necromancer was frightened by the heart of the underworld beast in Wang Ye's mouth, his heart was still full of confusion.

He really couldn't figure it out, what did the other party want?

Is it worth it yourself?

Do you deserve it yourself?

Just in a pursuit battle that is not dangerous, temporarily command yourself and give yourself a heart of the beast?

What is the difference between this and the rich boy who has money and no land to spend, throwing away and playing?

Although this guy doesn't look good, and he still has a smelly fart, he doesn't look like a big man?

Seeing the other party's little expression that was about to die of entanglement, Wang Ye smiled secretly in his heart.

This guy is a little smarter than that alchemy necromancer.

At least know to see rabbits and then spread eagles....

But that's all....

"Snap!"

Wang Ye snapped his fingers and opened his undead space.

With a move of his hand, a huge dark red heart that exuded rich blood qi and dead qi was carried out of the undead space by the hand of the mage.

Looking at this dark red heart, the level 30 necromancer's breathing began to soar extremely rapidly, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a trace of sanity, he would have rushed with a knife...

The heart of the underworld, the heart of the real underworld.

Moreover, the quality is extremely high!

Looking at the greed that was almost sprayed out in the eyes of the level 30 necromancer, Wang Ye snickered in his heart.

As the saying goes, there are no guns, there are no cannons, the enemy makes us ....

Just when he was rushing before, Wang Ye took the opportunity to take stock of this harvest.

Then there was a huge surprise.

His almost forgotten contribution to the camp war has taken off unknowingly....

"S: Busy."

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