Just when the undead creatures in front of the first were about to kill the middle-aged speaker, Wang Ye's spiritual instructions could appear in their soul fire.

"Stop the offensive and stay put."

In an instant, all the undead creatures stopped in place.

The middle-aged speaker looked at the undead creature not far in front of him who was grinning towards him, and smiled confidently, which he expected.

"Mr. Mage, Rat Priest, haven't you replied yet?"

"Bang bang..." As

soon as the middle-aged speaker's words fell, a series of gunshots came from the passage behind him.

The undead creatures that stayed in place instinctively wanted to attack, but Wang Ye's voice took the lead and appeared in their soul fire.

"Stay put!"

The undead creatures who had just stirred up, like chickens that were choked by the neck, immediately became honest.

"What a terrifying control..." Seeing

this scene, a bright light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged speaker.

As far as he knew, at this time, the necromancers in the Tower of Dry Bones, in order to improve their combat power, were all stuck in the spiritual upper limit to expand the contract undead.

This kind of operation will greatly reduce their control over the contract undead under their command.

If there is no undead riot, the necromancers are thankful, and they dare not expect the contract undead to do what is forbidden...

For the gunfire behind him, he did not pay attention to it.

This is the show he arranged before he came out.

If you want to invite a "distinguished guest" who has never been entertained before, you must clean the house and sweep the "garbage", so as not to disturb the distinguished guests when they get it....

Wang Ye listened to the gunshots that had been sparsely relaxed, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart.

This guy is really vicious....

I like guys like this, though....

The other party's behavior really hammered his identity as a traitor.

After pretending to rub for another minute or two, Wang Ye slowly walked out from behind the boulder surrounded by a group of undead creatures and appeared in the sight of the middle-aged speaker.

"Lord Priest said, you are a really smart person..." The middle-aged speaker pursed his lips and bent down slightly, "False, I just follow the general trend, not

smart..." "If I'm really smart, then I will be before the war, hehe..." Wang

Ye pulled the corners of his mouth and slowly gave a thumbs up, "Lord Priest is right, you are indeed a smart person

." The

middle-aged speaker smiled indifferently, moved slightly to the side, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Mage, please, I have prepared some of our Deshan

'native products' for you, I hope you can like it..." Wang Ye's eyes lit up, "Hey, I like native products..." Under

the guidance of the middle-aged speaker, Wang Ye swaggered into the heavily guarded military base with a large number of undead creatures.

The middle-aged speaker was very talkative and enthusiastic, and he took the initiative to talk to Wang Ye along the way, talking non-stop, trying to find Wang Ye's interest.

Contrary to the middle-aged speaker of the parliament, the soldiers in Tokuyama uniforms encountered along the way were not so enthusiastic.

That look, as if it can breathe fire.

If the eyes can kill, Wang Ye believes that even if he has the undead substitute death, it is likely to be cool at this time...

However, what these Tokuyama soldiers can do is only that.

The pools of radioactive blood that appeared on the ground from time to time reminded them that they should either live on their knees or die on their stomachs....

"Hey, Speaker Huang, how are your bodies disposed of here?" Wang Ye asked pointedly.

He is probing, testing the bottom line of the middle-aged speaker of parliament, that is, Speaker Huang.

It is also testing the status gap between Speaker Huang and the Tower of Dry Bones.

Although he knew that Speaker Huang had become a traitor, he did not know what the agreement he had reached with the rat priest, what his status with the rat priest belonged to, and the positioning of this guy on himself...

In other words, Wang Ye was preparing to watch people order dishes....

"Oh, the corpse..." Speaker

Huang's eyes instinctively showed a look of disgust.

He knew the other person's underlying meaning.

Want corpses, create undead creatures.

But such behavior, in the eyes of normal people, is insulting corpses and insulting corpses of the same kind.

It is a trampling on human civilization and a trampling on human races.

This is one of the reasons why necromancers are not accepted by human civilization.

However, this look of disgust soon disappeared in Speaker Huang's eyes.

He knew that since he had surrendered to the Tower of Dry Bones, such things would continue to happen from now on, and he would have to adapt...

"No hurry, when you leave, I will ask people to give you a batch

..." "Let's go and see first, the 'native products' I prepared for you..."

Wang Ye nodded silently, and quickly analyzed it in his heart.

Two short sentences, but a lot of things.

First of all, this military base belongs to Speaker Wong, not the Tower of Dry Bones.

Secondly, Speaker Huang's status on the side of the rat priest is not low, and there is no need to grovel to a non-high-ranking necromancer like himself. In other words, in the eyes of Speaker Huang, he and Wang Ye are colleagues.

Moreover, Speaker Huang had already recognized his situation and was ready to go dark with the Tower of Dry Bones.

In the end, the rat priest must have offered Speaker Huang a not low price, which can show from the side that the rat priest may be a little imaginary at present....

"You can fake the tiger and bully people, but you can't do too much..." Wang Ye drew a bar in his heart for his next action.

Not long after, Wang Ye followed Speaker Huang under the gaze of hundreds of Deshan soldiers who seemed to be able to eat people, and walked into a brilliantly decorated conference room with an indifferent expression.

Dozens of giant spirit zombies, led by a Lich, remained outside the room.

"Get out, or die!" With emotionless dark green eyes, the Lich looked directly into the eyes of the Deshan officer in front of him, and slowly spit out a few words.

"You!" Officer Tokuyama was so angry that he couldn't wait to shoot the other party's dog's head.

But Speaker Wong's orders were like a tightening curse, firmly restraining his actions.

"Take ten steps back!" Officer Tokuyama gritted his teeth and roared.

More than a hundred Deshan soldiers reluctantly took ten steps back and gave up the position at the door of the room.

"Waste."

The Lich snorted coldly, and then blocked the door with a group of giant spirit zombies, completing the physical blockade of the room....

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