Another undead saint floated over: "Welcome to the steel collar, I am your guide Mobak. Because there are many people, let's go here first and give up the place for the friends behind us."

Who dares not listen to the guidance of a saint in the undead? Sith helped his wife and walked out quickly.

Their combination caught Mobak's attention and couldn't help but float over and asked, "Hello friend, is this your wife and daughter?"

"Yes, Saint." The Sith quickly bowed and said, "This is my wife, Mary, and this is my daughter, Angie."

"Oh, the family is neat and intact, it's really rare. Congratulations, do you feel anything wrong with Mrs. Zun?" Mobak asked curiously.

The Sith couldn't help but smile bitterly. What's the congratulations to the whole family? However, it's a blessing to be together neatly.

"Mary's lumbar spine was broken." The Sith said with a wry smile.

This kind of injury is incurable in humans. Even the great druid, who is best at treating it, cannot treat this kind of injury. Perhaps only the legendary Church of Light has the technology of regeneration of broken limbs and bone reorganization.

However, the Church of Light has long been destroyed by the steel bone collar, so it should be the steel bone collar? The only one who can have so many undead saints and lich kings in the world is the steel bone collar.

Fortunately, Mary also became a lich. Her lumbar spine was broken and she was just unable to move. It would not hurt, otherwise she would have heartache to death.

"Oh, the lumbar spine is just broken, it's easy to deal with. Hello, Longsard, I'm starting a business, the lumbar spine is broken." Mobak turned his head and shouted.

"Where is it? If the lumbar spine is broken, it is a major surgery." Longsard quickly floated over.

Seeing that it was the "prodigal businessman" scolded by the Lich King, Sith couldn't help but feel nervous and subconsciously said, "I...I have no money."

"Haha." Longsad smiled, and there was a joy in seeing the fat sheep in his laughter: "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, my friend, do you know the Soul Crystal?"

Since Luo Hu ordered all the undead saints and lich kings to cultivate a student within one year, the communication between the high undead creatures in the entire steel-collared collar has become many times more frequent.

Someone looked for Mobak, hoping that his caravan could help him bring some students back, and some were looking for Mobak, hoping to exchange some gold coins so that he could leave the steel collar. Lockes also looked for Mobak, hoping to help get some raw materials back.

Mobak agreed enthusiastically and asked them a question: "Do you have money? What can you exchange for if you don't have money?"

So a currency common among undead creatures appeared - Soul Crystal.

"The soul crystal is condensed with your own soul energy. For example, if you have a soul strength of one hundred now, take out ten points to condense the soul crystal, then your soul strength is ninety, but you have ten soul crystals in your hand. Of course, the process of condensation is a bit depleted, it depends on your proficiency."

"Oh, so that's it. Then I can condense the soul crystal too? Can my wife and daughter be okay?" asked the Sith.

"Of course, all undead creatures can do it," said Ronsard.

"Is there any harm after condensed soul crystal? What is the effect of soul crystal?" Sith asked again.

Longsard said: "It's no harm, but the soul strength will decrease, but it will recover after sleeping for a while. As for the soul crystal, it is a consumable that accelerates your recovery or strengthens your soul strength."

Speaking of this, Longsard suddenly sighed: "We couldn't use this thing anymore. Who made our king like to do things? So we have to prepare some gifts for our future students, otherwise what grades would be achieved in a year."

It was originally intended to prepare a training prop for future students, but as long as someone needs it, it can become a circulating hard currency and will naturally circulate.

Unfortunately, Longsad is quite miserable. His orthopedic clinic is basically medical insurance, and he is free of charge for all people. He is not allowed to charge money from the skeleton zombies.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't accept it. The skeleton zombies could not condense the soul crystal. So when Mobak made a fortune, Longsard never opened it, otherwise he wouldn't have won the lichs desperately.

Sith was moved. As long as he was an undead creature, he could condense the soul crystal. The wife and daughter could also contribute their strength. The whole family worked together and would save enough surgery fees in no time.

"Sir, how much soul crystal is required for the operation?" Sith asked.

"Ten Soul Crystals." Longsard glanced at the Sith, a little disgusted and helpless, and said: "No matter how much you have, you can't afford it. You should be a big reward for opening a big reward. But if you have gold coins, it's okay to exchange gold coins for soul crystals."

The Sith continued to smile bitterly. How could he have any gold coins? After becoming a lich, all his property was taken away by others. He even used his wife and daughter to force him to become a slave.

If he hadn't been rescued today, he would have become a product at the slave auction in that week, and he would have been the most popular one. After all, the slaves of the great magicians are unheard of on the mainland.

"Huh? Why are there three living people? Who are they?" A voice from unknown people shouted.

Dodarian's voice sounded: "This is Melissa, a natural psychic. His Majesty said it was the student whom Longsador was found. Longsador, where are you? If you want this student, don't want it, just give it to Mobac."

"If you want it, here." Ronsard didn't care about the Sith family. It turned into a cloud of smoke and floated towards the direction where the sound came.

"The other two people, one wants to steal His Majesty's bone horse, and the other dares to use a flame shield to block His Majesty's attack. What do you think of dealing with them?"

"What! Someone dares to block His Majesty's attack?" A angrily roar sounded in the field: "It's so rude. It's your honor to hit you. Do you dare to block it? You should extend the other face, do you know! An rude human!"

Looking at the undead saint who was roaring at himself and feeling the volcanic magic, Neots finally understood the meaning of Luo Chuan's words, "It will scare you to death when he says it." It turns out that he is the King of Steel Bone...

Niotz stretched out his legs and passed out of breath.

"Uh, Mobak, you seem to scare him to death." Someone shouted gloatingly: "Your Majesty has not decided what to do with him yet, you scared him to death, haha, you are in trouble."

"I'm not dead or dead, I'm just scared." Someone went over and checked.

After a few words, Mobak's mood rose and fell like a roller coaster. Finally, he let out a sigh of luck and looked at Liodor again. Mobak didn't dare to say anything else. If he really scared the other party to death, it would be troublesome.
Chapter completed!