Chen Weicai breathed a sigh of relief because of his victory, and a red message bounced in front of him.

[Warning, you have attracted the attention of the elves! Warning, you have attracted the attention of the elves!]

Looking at the information that popped up in front of him, Chen Wei's expression suddenly became serious.

At this time, Stanford and Zhui Feng also gathered around.

Seeing that Chen Wei's face was not very good, Zhui Feng persuaded him.

"Boss, this kind of loss is already considered small. We encountered a sneak attack, and we killed them all."

Zhui Feng became more and more excited as he talked. He even ran to where the elf hero was standing before and found the flag that had been blown away.

"Boss, have you seen it? This is the clan flag of the elves. When we saw this thing before, no matter how rude their request was, we would agree to it.

Now you see, I dare to do this."

As Zhui Feng said this, he threw the flag on the ground and stepped on it back and forth.

"Thank you."

Seeing Zhui Feng perform so hard, Chen Wei felt a little better.

"Zhui Feng, can you find this clan?"

This question stopped Zhui Feng. He held his chin and thought seriously: "They are not from the nearby clans. There are two elf clans nearby. Neither of them have this style. I recognize their flags and styles."

This kind of person who plays with mice should be the clan that has just been assigned.

If we want to seek revenge from them, we may not be able to find a place."

Chen Wei then looked at Stanford again: "Stanford, help dispose of all the corpses here. I need to use these corpses to replenish my troops."

At this point, Chen Wei paused and said, "The body of the elf hero is left behind."

Stanford understood what Chen Wei meant, and he immediately called the zombies to carry the body.

At this time, Zhui Feng said from the side: "Boss, you want to deal with those skeletons again, can't you do it without doing it?"

"What are you talking about? Why are you asking me to make skeletons? Bah, that's transforming the undead. Besides, if I don't transform, these corpses are useless. If they are decomposed into flesh and blood, you can eat them."

Zhui Feng was not unhappy when Chen Wei said this. He just said: "That's not what I meant. I just feel a little uncomfortable. Those skeletons are really useless. It's better to recruit more centaurs."

"You centaurs are of no use." Stanford, who was returning with the body, heard Zhui Feng's words and retorted directly.

"Why are our centaurs useless?"

"You need to eat."

"But we run fast!"

"You need to eat."

"We are very powerful."

"You need to eat."

"Okay, you two, stop arguing. It's really troublesome. Stanford is doing something."

Chen Wei directly separated the two who were about to fight, "Transform them all, and leave no one behind."

Stanford snorted at Zhui Feng, and then directed the zombies to pile the corpses of elves and dwarves together.

When Stanford turned around, Chen Wei looked at Zhui Feng and asked, "How much did you lose this time?"

"Ah, oh, the losses were not much. A dozen ponies were killed in the battle."

Although Zhui Feng said he didn't care about this loss, his look actually made him feel very sad for the dead nightmare centaur.

"Are there any undiscovered horse stables nearby? You need to replenish your troops."

Zhui Feng shook his head, "No more. I have gone to all the stables nearby. I have already recruited all the centaurs I could recruit. If I want to find them again, I have to go two days away to other areas. This

All the expenses along the way are trouble.”

Chen Weizheng was about to say that two days was actually not that far away, but he immediately understood that the two days Zhui Feng mentioned meant two days of running at the speed of a centaur.

The distance here is so far.

Chen Wei did not ask about the nearby elves and dwarves' wild camps.

Elves are unlikely to join the wind-chasing team.

As for the dwarves, it is possible for them to join the team chasing the wind, but after joining the dwarves, the speed of the team chasing the wind will become almost as fast as Stanford's team.

Marching with dwarves would cost Zhui Feng his life.

Just when Chen Wei was thinking about how to add some troops to Zhui Feng, Stanford was also ready to summon spirits.

He stood in front of the pile of corpses and recited a spell. The pile of corpses had obviously been sorted, and the corpses were stored separately according to different levels, races and professions.

The flag that had been trampled by Zhui Feng before was piled on top of the pile of corpses. Next to the flag was the big rat ridden by the elf hero.

Stanford really only left one body for Chen Wei, and nothing else was spared.

Under Stanford's spell, purple magic lines covered the pile of corpses.

At the same time, a green mist rose with the corpse pile as the center.

Under the influence of this mist, the pile of corpses slowly sank downwards.

After a while, the ground swallowed up all these corpses.

It was as if these corpses had never been seen in the first place.

At this time, Stanford took a step back.

The magic circle on the ground began to expand outwards, and in the blink of an eye, a purple magic circle with a diameter of thirty meters appeared on the ground.

Realizing that the way Stanford handled the situation this time was different from last time, Chen Wei stepped forward and asked.

"What's happening here?"

"Oh, the race and occupation of the corpse this time are different, so I used a more secure method."

While Stanford was explaining, the soil under the magic circle began to change again. Bone-white arms stretched out from under the mud, and they began to rise up from the ground with a single effort.

Chen Wei noticed that these skeleton soldiers were a little different from the previous skeleton soldiers.

They had broken armor made of white bones on their bodies, and they also carried long bone swords in their hands.

"This is……"

"The size of the previous corpses was different, so some adjustments were automatically made."

As soon as Chen Wei heard this, he understood why the bodies were different in size. To put it bluntly, the dwarves were too short and the elves were too thin.

If this corpse were transformed using the previous method, the transformed skeleton would not be visible at all.

That's why Stanford would use such methods.

But I think there must be something different about the skeletons transformed by this method.

Chen Wei looked at these skeleton soldiers and suddenly found that there seemed to be a different looking skeleton behind the team of skeleton soldiers.

The other skeletons were holding white bone swords, but this skeleton soldier was holding a long white bone staff.

At the same time, there was a cracked line between the eyebrows of this skeleton soldier. Those who didn't know it thought it was because his head was hit and he hadn't finished fighting yet.
Chapter completed!