Zhang Lisheng was awakened from his contemplation by the Lord's question. A horrifying smile appeared on his face that was covered in black scales. "I didn't participate in the battle just now, but I've always been full of energy, Your Lordship."
"In that case," Upon hearing such an answer, the powerful Darkwalker, who still covered his entire body in a black robe even when he was resting, looked around and shouted, "Let's go, fellow Darkwalkers! This is a world that doesn't welcome us! Don't …"
As the Lord was speaking, a monster with a black bear's head and a bison's body suddenly rushed out of the jungle. Its protruding sharp mouth roared and bit at the nearest short black-robed man.
After a few rounds of bloody lessons, the Darkwalker who was good at sorcery had already moved to the stream. All the people at the periphery of the crowd were powerhouses who were good at close combat. Upon seeing the monster attacking, the black-robed man, who did not look too tall, put on a boxing posture and only used a 'swinging fist' that used a sharp claw instead of a fist to tear the enemy's skull into a rotten red and white melon.
"Your Lordship, I can't believe that there's such a short werewolf as well!" When Zhang Lisheng saw the hairy wolf claws that the black-robed man waved to fight back from afar, he casually said with a smile.
"Fenrir is a special case. She has a Nordic bloodline." The Lord, whose words were choked by the monster just now, looked at the young man who was covered in scales beside him in surprise and raised his voice to shout, "Looks like I'm right! This place doesn't welcome the existence of outlanders. Let's go as soon as possible and return to the gathering place for a drink after we've finished our 'work.'"
"Your Lordship is right. Staying on this island is even more gloomy than staying in the Arctic. Only the human gathering place can make me feel better. It's better for us to beat up those aborigines as soon as possible."
"Red Dragon, you've only been on this island for less than a day, so where did you get so many feelings from?"
"Troll, with your nerves that are like the steel cables of the bridge across the sea, you won't feel any pain even if you fall into a volcano. Stop talking nonsense …" Upon hearing the Lord's call, the Darkwalkers ended their rest one by one and stood up from the woodland before gathering together.
"Everyone is ready, Rat King. You can start now." When the Lord saw that everyone had gathered, he looked at the shortest and fattest black-robed man who looked like a wine barrel covered with a black cloth and said.
The short and fat black-robed man nodded and walked to the edge of the crowd. Suddenly, he blew a beautiful whistle with a pure tone that sounded like the sound of nature.
The whistling reverberated in the jungle of the foreign world's island. Not long after, a series of increasingly loud rustling sounds resonated in the jungle. After a while, hundreds and thousands of strange-looking, horrifying rats with decayed and long teeth leaped out of the jungle.
The smallest rat was no more than two or three centimeters long, while the largest was nearly one meter long. After they appeared, they gathered in the open space in front of the black-robed man and began to drill holes in the woodland according to his gestures.
"Building a tunnel to sneak an attack on the native tribe?" Relying on his height advantage, Zhang Lisheng could clearly see a tunnel with a diameter of over five meters slowly appearing in front of him at a speed visible to the naked eye from the crowd. Stunned for a moment, he said loudly, "This is a very creative idea!
It seems that His Majesty the Rat King has other talents besides his violent temper. "
Upon hearing this slightly sarcastic remark, the short and fat black-robed man, who had already stopped whistling, stiffened visibly. He turned his head around and glared fiercely at the young man whose shoulders and head were exposed in the crowd behind him. However, he did not open his mouth to retort.
Upon seeing Rat King's restrained look, Zhang Lisheng suddenly smiled and said, "Your Lordship, looks like you've already made an agreement with all the Darkwalkers. Other than yourself, no one else is allowed to talk to me at all, right?"
"Alright, Your Excellency Dragon Fang, the tunnel is now passable. Let's go." Upon hearing this, the Lord smiled noncommittally and commanded hundreds of Darkwalkers to enter the tunnel dug by Rat King's magical sorcery. Following behind a pile of strange rats that were digging like a meat wall, they walked step by step towards the aborigine tribe in the distance.
The tunnel was dark, the soil was moist, and the air was scarce. If an ordinary person were to walk in here, he would have long suffocated. However, to a group of people who had mastered the unpredictable dark power, passing through here was like walking on the street. However, when the Darkwalkers recalled the fierce battle they encountered when they attacked the aborigine tribe not long ago, they could not help but feel nervous and uneasy.
About an hour later, the Rat King, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped and pointed at the countless flashing dark red beast eyes in the dark cave. In a solemn voice, he said, "Your Lordship, my 'subjects' told me that the 'target' is already above our heads."
"Very good, Your Majesty the Rat King.
Everyone, are you ready for a big battle? "
"We've long been ready, Your Lordship!" The Darkwalkers in the tunnel gave out a few uneven answers. Among them, the loudest and most uniform one was the first to speak, and it was also the Lord's dependents who spoke first.
In the face of this group of temporary subordinates who immediately became a pile of loose sand before the battle, the Lord had a look of disgust on his face that was hidden in the black robe. However, he praised them, "Very good!" Both of his hands began to draw an extremely complicated rune formation in the air.
His fingers were like a fluorescent paintbrush, and the air was like a pure white canvas. When he completed the last rune in the rune array, a cloud of thick black smoke condensed around the Lord. It gathered more and more, and within a few seconds, the entire tunnel was filled with it.
Upon seeing the appearance of the thick fog, Zhang Lisheng, who had long made up his mind to attract the aborigine's hatred, shouted, "Your Lordship, in order to show my sincerity, let me blow the horn to attack this time."
As he was speaking, his body turned into nothingness and passed through the soil layer above his head before leaping onto the ground. The body that appeared swelled to become a slender giant with a height of more than ten meters. Waving his giant claws, he agilely waved them. With just one blow, he had already clawed several aborigines who were caught off guard and turned them into blood mist and broken limbs.
As a Hellfire tribe with more than 80,000 tribesmen, the Mokacho's dwelling was close to the tribal totem pole, so it was only natural for it to be heavily guarded. After the young man's sneak attack succeeded, he immediately felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly. Then, countless vines broke out from the ground and entangled him.
"You earth spiritual monsters really have no creativity at all!" The vines wrapped around his feet and tried to penetrate into Zhang Lisheng's flesh through the gap between the scales. The young man's heart turned cold, but he roared in an indifferent manner. Once again, he nihilated his body and easily got rid of the spiritual monster's spell.
At the same time when he nihilated, a thick cloud in the sky suddenly transformed into a vigorous water mist and dived towards the Mokacho tribe's dwelling.
In the mist, a horrendous wyrmdragon with a length of several hundred meters opened its bloody mouth to bite the tribal totem pole. When it was blocked by several huge earth, wood, and stone walls that suddenly emerged from the ground, it actually shook its body and transformed the water vapor around it into thousands of solid sharp claws. Breaking through the enchantment, it tore the bark house enshrining the tribal book of history beside the totem pole into pieces.
The tree house collapsed and the wyrmdragon also turned into nothingness in an instant. Only a deafening roar suddenly resonated in the air. "Don't think that we don't know who you are, Tudenan's Raider!
Your provocation is a declaration of endless war! I only hate the idiots in Kaqilu for wanting to compromise with you, but now, they've been destroyed by your greed!
You're just a coward who only knows how to sneak an attack! Don't think that you can conquer Mokacho just because you've conquered Kaqilu … "
The one who roared was a spiritual monster with a height of more than three meters and a coral-like horn on its head that was covered in blue and white patterns that looked like blue waves. Zhang Lisheng, who had already shrunk his body to less than one meter and was hiding at the edge of the Mokacho tribe, heard his roar and laughed instead of being angry.
This was because as the Mokacho's guardian spiritual monster scolded him by name, the young man felt that the wizard power in his body began to boil automatically. Satisfied, he quietly poked his head out to look at the central area of the Mokacho tribe's dwelling and just so happened to see countless strange rats digging the ground and running out of the ground like a spring.
Along with their frantic footsteps, there was also a gush of thick black smoke. The black smoke floated out of the hole and slowly dispersed, forming a low and rapidly growing dark cloud in the air. Under the dark cloud, the Lord had already led a group of powerful Darkwalkers to start another brutal battle without saying a word.
This was not a battle that could be said to be evenly matched. However, even though they were still in a disadvantageous position, the Mokacho tribesmen still managed to inflict heavy damage on the enemy under the protection of the guardian spiritual monster.
Unfortunately, the huge difference in strength could not be made up for by tenacious willpower. As the spiritual monsters fell one by one, when the last guardian chose to betray the Mokacho tribe and fled, Zhang Lisheng's sneak attack pierced through its head. At once, the tribal totem pole finally fell under the enemy's feet.
After a loud bang, the surviving Mokacho warriors turned into wooden sculptures in an instant.
Victory was in his hands. Ever since the war really began, Zhang Lisheng, who had been using the omniscient power of the lizard's transformation to turn invisible to ambush the lone spiritual monsters everywhere, provoking hatred and cunningly avoiding all dangers, grabbed the only spiritual monster that he had killed and could feel the wizard power that was still growing in his body. Breathing a long sigh of relief, he walked up to the Lord. "The first half of our deal has been completed, Your Lordship.
Four months later, I'll give you 26 faith stones to complete the whole deal. "
"Your Excellency Dragon Fang, you have … have … how should I put it? Erm, a very 'handy' ability." Allowing the beads of blood on his body to slide down from his black robe, the Lord looked at the Darkwalkers who had lost nearly 10% of their lives around him and said coldly, "If you choose the profession of being a thief, I think it's far more suitable than being a Darkwalker."
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