At the beginning of the negotiations, the young mage had already seen the bottom line of the negotiations of Miss Firren. The only thing he didn't know about now was the trump card in the other party's hand.

Since Miss Firren dared to come to the door unscrupulously, although she only came a "similar", it also means that she must have a trump card in her hand that is enough to shock the young mage. Otherwise, if she thought that she could be shocked by a few empty intimidation and interest promises, she would only show that she was childish and ridiculous.

Will a mistress who almost controls a Zoer city be childish?

This is a problem that does not exist at all!

Therefore, the leisurely young mage simply slowly realized how a "old politician" with a relaxed attitude and was unconventional. After all, a mature woman who seems pure but is actually lewd is so pleasing to the eye, whether she speaks harshly or is heart-wrenching. Of course, the premise is that you can ignore every alarmist word that she speaks out from her beautiful red lips!

Perhaps the young mage's attitude made the other party understand something. After the wonderful performance, this "similar" that was almost undoubtedly real people finally stopped talking.

Miss Zhuoer, who has always been accustomed to hiding conspiracies behind him, finally realized that the young mage in front of him has a sophistication and calmness that is different from the external age. To achieve his goal, in addition to understanding what the young mage wants, the rest depends on whether his trump card can make the other party retreat.

So, after a while, the problem returned to the original problem.

"Mr. Barsar, you have made a big fight and don't know what you want?"

"I will get what I want myself, it only takes two days."

"Sir, aren't you afraid of not being able to eat?"

"I can't eat it, I have to know it after eating it. Why bother to wait and see!"

"Wait?" Miss Firren surrounded the surroundings with expressionless expression, and his eyes finally changed a little: "Mr. Barsar, where you and I are are the central area of ​​Rasmulfier City, but look at it now..."

The pain in the eyes of the mistress Zhuoer was not sure how true or false, but her worries were real. Standing on the terrace and looking into the distance, the entire underground city was trapped in a dark shadow. In the perception of these strong men, there was no breath of life within a mile.

This city of Zoer has become an absolute dead city.

Although as long as the undead retreats, the Zhes will eventually restore the city, it will happen hundreds of years later.

In the dark and light-free underground world, water, food, and population are always scarce resources.

And all this is based on having a basic and stable living security. If Zhuoer cannot show his strength to protect his city, no matter how many promises are, it will be difficult to attract the visitors of wanderers, let alone form a benign living circle.

Zoer is a combat race that does not work, and pursues a tough policy of being a soldier for the whole nation and not being a weak person. This is destined to require ten times the race of servants who are entrusted to their population. Without these slave cannon fodders, nearby minerals cannot be mined, the accumulated metal cannot be transformed into scimitar shields, and the damaged swords and equipment in battle cannot be maintained. Such a terrifying life is a disaster that no one dares to imagine.

But now, what they need to worry about is their own lives.

Not only were the number of undeads that flocked to the ground, but they were even amazed by the qualities they showed in battle. Such an undead legion could not be pieced together even if he searched all the Zhuoer cities. I am afraid that it would be one of the best elite legions in the undead kingdom on the surface?

Lack of an effective information collection system, and rarely caring about changes in the pattern outside the underground world, this mistress of Philren, who is skilled in power and ingenuity, has never understood the identity of the young mage. How can the noble origins be made to allow the lichs of the Undead Council to hand over such an important elite soldier to a young man in his early twenties and let him stir up the wind and rain outside?

This kind of reuse seems to be unable to support the identity of a Holy Necromancer disciple. So when the initial information is incorrect, even if the mistress Phillen used some hidden ground agents, she could not obtain any useful information.

If she had known that the other party had such a big appetite and ambition, why would she have to tease the other party? Now the mistresses who were against her had fallen one by one, but the final result did not move in a direction that was beneficial to her, but instead turned into an out-of-control steel chariot and wanted to crush her through.

"Mr. Barsar, if you withdraw from Rasmulfir now, everything in the past will not be pursued. But if you continue like this, you will face the anger of the great goddess!"

"The goddess's wrath? How angry will it be?"

The young mage's contempt for the god of Drow finally completely angered the mistress of Drow who used power to gain power. No believer of the Spider Goddess would bend the knees against the blasphemer. This time, even if she was crushed to pieces, she would defend the unshakable dominance of the goddess in her heart with the madness of the crazy believer.

"Rose is above! Mortals, you must finally understand that the glory of the great goddess cannot be desecrated! You..."

Just as the mistress Phillen suddenly stood up and sent the most severe threat to the young mage, a strange ripples under her feet suddenly blew up indescribable ripples. The ripples were affected by her, like a projection of unstable power supply, and the entire simulus suddenly appeared in fragments and stuttering.

Before she could lower her head and check the strange changes in the space under her feet, another even more violent ripples of space began to sway. At this moment, her simile could no longer feel any thought fluctuations in the distance, and her whole body began to stretch and tear left and right, revealing the fantasy light and shadow inside her body.

When the entire simulacrum of the Drow's mistress completely disappeared, a talisman with simple shape and violent magic fluctuations was revealed before the young mage.

The young mage waved his hand and captured the amulet in front of him with the invisible mage's hand. After careful identification, the knowledge of the past "Magic Item Identification" was finally in vain. Finally, he recognized that this was a second-level magic item - a mirror talisman.

The mirror formed by general mirror spells cannot truly simulate all the features and attributes of the target. It is not a battle place where every minute is necessary, and it is difficult to hide from an orthodox mage with real vision or magical vision. Therefore, such a mirror talisman came into being.

After completing the copying of the target with mirror spells, as long as the mirror talisman is placed in the mirror body, it can perfectly deceive most detection spell checks, and can be used as a clone with weak strength. The Zoer family is indeed rich and powerful, and such high-quality magic items can also be used as a disposable thing, which really makes the young mage shake his head and sigh.

However, the young mage closed one hand and a bubble of air that was triggered by hand wrapped up the "mirrors talisman". The other party wanted to use the mirror talisman to express the simile without any flaws, and inevitably left his own breath of life in it. And these things fell into the hands of a necromancer... Haha, I really should teach her how to deal with a senior necromancer!

A resentful banshee who emerged from her side took the air bubble with her hands and gently lifted it into the tavern lobby where several high-level chaotic lords began to portray complex curse arrays in a corner of the lobby. In the central area of ​​the lobby, a huge magic array with uncertainty was emitting some kind of ripples in space.

The moment the magic circle was opened, the strong fluctuation of this space was gradually pushing up. However, when it reached a certain node, it began to slowly fall back and gradually stabilized at a fixed frequency, affecting the spatial structure around the city in a difficult-to-detect way.

At this moment, this Zhe City has become a truly lonely city, and all long-distance teleportation spells that are not cemetery will be banned. Even if those Zhe Maids can still contact their backer - Spider Goddess, the difficulty of the other party to lower their clones or projections will rise in a straight line. And everything that happens here is difficult to directly sense by the slim goddess under the magical anti-prophecy barrier effect.

After doing all this, the cemetery teams sent out also received the order and began to retreat. If the other party really has any trump cards in his hand, he should be forced out at this time!

The two dragon lichs who were the first to rush back were driven into the lobby by the young mage. Their level was still too low and it was not suitable for a possible battle for a while. It would be better to let them be responsible for the strengthening of the curse array in the lobby. The young mage led all the cemetery elites to move forward, pushing the front line to the near area where the first few big families were located.

If the young mage is good, the opponent's trump card should be in the base of the first or fourth family. As for what it is, I'm afraid it will be clear at first sight after the war begins!

As the cemetery elite moved forward in the air, a large number of cemetery creatures on the ground began to advance in parallel under the command of the leaders and leaders.

Of course, the one who rushed to the forefront was the well-deserved cannon fodder licker.

These flexible guys are like white waves, quickly swept through all the areas ahead. Whether it is the streets, houses, or the steep rock walls, they are leaping freely everywhere. In this way, even if the enemy has any traps, they will be completely trapped.

What occupied the entire underground city were countless ghosts and resentful souls, one by one, traveling through countless barriers, houses, and strongholds, trampling almost every inch of space, never letting go of any hidden secret passages or secret rooms.
Chapter completed!