Fang Yu took a look and casually entered a coordinate: "Be careful."

"clear."

"By the way," Alyssa suddenly mentioned: "We have found Ms. Kuisu's son."

"How about it?"

"It's hard to explain in words," Alyssa sent a string of ellipsis: "I'll tell you later, Captain."

Fang Yu had a vague premonition, but he didn't ask.

He only glanced at the darkness ahead. Everything was ready here, just waiting for news from the little fat man.

…

outside the mine

The messenger looked at the young man and was silent for a moment.

The north wind was crossing the mountains, making a whining sound over the distant fir forest. The former raised his head again, and the gloomy sky was reflected in his field of vision. The sky was getting darker, and the blood thistle woodland seemed to be entering twilight.

After a while, he turned around and suddenly asked an irrelevant question:

"Do you know the relationship between slaves and slave owners?"

Everyone in the snow was stunned.

But the other party obviously didn't really ask the question, but said to himself: "In your world, I heard that this system is just a term in history. But in places like Aitaria and Cape San Juan,

Slavery is still real.”

"In the city-states and manors there, this ancient relationship is still maintained today; it's just that unlike many people's imagination, the life of slaves is actually pretty good. In addition to not having personal freedom, slave owners will not treat their slaves easily.

Anyone can be beaten and killed..."

The messenger planted the skull staff in his hand on the ground. "Do you think it's a little weird?"

Without waiting for anyone else to reply, he spoke to himself: "Actually, it's normal. Slave owners regard slaves as talking tools. So since they are tools, they are his personal property. So how can a person miss this opportunity?"

What if you have trouble with your own property for no reason...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed it at the young man not far away.

The young man broke away from the black swordsman behind him and grabbed his sword on the ground. However, he was shocked when he saw the action of the undead wizard. He seemed to want to retreat, but it was too late. He was hit by a black light shot from the opponent's hand.

Hit the chest and flew away.

"Captain!"

Everyone was shocked.

The messenger didn't change his expression, and then pointed his finger in another direction. The girl in that direction was also breaking away from the black swordsman behind her, turned over, grabbed her weapon, and stood up. But then she realized that the young man had fallen first.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a little confused.

The messenger only held his hand, and the girl suddenly groaned, grabbed her throat with both hands, and fell to her knees tremblingly.

Then she spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stains stand out in the snow

The messenger raised his hand and waved it down. The black swordsman behind the girl raised his sword and shot out a bloody arrow. Her eyes widened with unblinking eyes, and her beautiful head rolled to the ground and rolled away far away.

Then, together with her body, it gradually turned into dots of white light.

"Sister Qiangwei!"

The remaining people's eyes were splitting when they saw this scene. They couldn't hold it back anymore, and they roared and prepared to fight for their lives.

But the two highest-ranking people in the team had no power to resist in front of the Necromancer, let alone them? The messenger remained motionless, and under his orders, the black swordsmen behind these people turned their sword hilts upside down and killed them one by one.

Smashed to the ground.

The latter then walked towards the young man. The young man was shaking his head and getting up from the ground. He subconsciously grabbed the sword behind him, but before his hand could touch the hilt, he was stepped on his back and buried in the snow.

The messenger raised the skull staff in his hand and thrust it in with a cold face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The pointed tail of the skull stick was inserted into the back of the young man's hand, and veins sprouted on the latter's forehead. He raised his head and let out a miserable howl like a beast.

The messenger then buried himself down, grabbed the other person's hair, and pulled it up from the snow. He said softly: "...Slave owners usually treat their tools well, but there are exceptions when they are disobedient and even plan to escape.

when……"

"do you understand?"

"You will be my tool honestly, and I will treat you well. I am a bad person, but I am not a madman. I will gain nothing by killing you. I know that all of you Holy Chosen Ones are pretentious, but sometimes,

You have to face reality, right?"

The young man almost rolled his eyes in pain.

But after hearing this, he still gritted his teeth and groaned: "Don't even think about it..."

The messenger shrugged and didn't take it seriously: "I have many ways to make you submit, but I don't believe that all of you are tough." He pulled out his cane, glanced at the other party's bloody palm, and was about to give orders to his undead.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something, stopped and turned around, looking in the direction of the mine entrance.

And there, a little fat soldier ran out out of breath. Before he had time to see the situation outside clearly, he shouted: "It's not good, captain! There is a lich under the mine. Others

Everyone was caught by it!"

He suddenly stopped and saw clearly the scene in the snow

The little fat man blinked his eyes, looked at the young man who fell on the ground, and the body of the girl who was gradually disappearing. He stopped for a moment, and then took a breath of air. At that moment, there was only anger boiling in his heart, and he shouted: "I

Fuck it, I’ll fight you damn hard!”

He had already thrown Fang Plover's advice out of the sky, drew out his long sword and rushed towards the undead wizard.

But it was this look that attracted the attention of the messenger. "Lich?" The latter looked in that direction and suddenly shouted an order: "Shankok, catch him, keep him alive, don't kill him!"

There was a low roar in the forest.

The little fat man stopped and realized what good thing he had done. He raised his head tremblingly, and suddenly realized that there was a "big mountain" in front of him.
Chapter completed!