When the subject's mind hesitates, the doppelganger on the other side is decisive, and the benefits of independent will are once again highlighted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Esinger, the Necromantic King stepped on the head of a white orc with only seven fingers, this guy has a good IQ, and he is also a shrewd among white orcs, and in the face of a flood of undead army, he was the first to turn against and choose to surrender.

With its cooperation, Ling Qi quickly regained Isengard, raided Saruman's lair, and wiped out the crystals of his millennial research.

What made Ling Qi want to laugh was that Saruman, who kept saying that the research base was occupied by the rebellious strong orcs, actually left an hour ago.

What's even more ridiculous is that Ling Qi actually learned from some strong beasts that Saruman, who had always claimed to be unable to find Galadriel and his party, had only sent away the Amen Continent guests who were hiding in Isengh yesterday!

The crisis of confidence is not caused by unilateral suspicion.

Ling Qi looked at the white orc who was prostrate on the ground and removed his boots from the top of his head, this insulting action made the seven-fingered guy cry with gratitude.

Be grateful, because Ling Qi doesn't need servants, and the Necromantic King has servants. Therefore, it and a few other strong orcs were able to survive, not only because of their interest and valuable information, but also because of Ling Qi's appreciation, which was simply pleasing to the eye.

As for the other uninteresting or unsightly ones, they have been cut throats and bled out, and then they have risen from the execution ground again and become one of the walking dead.

The strong orcs transformed by Saruman were suppressed by most of their fears, so they were all brave warriors, but at this moment, they were awakened by Ling Qi's cruel behavior and pure smile.

"Saron, now you are the lord of Isengard, these newborn undead, and those who are still alive, they are all your slaves! In addition, I will leave you an elite army of 100 people, and you will give me good management of this territory, and build the first Calamity Spirit Tower in three days, understand!"

Ling Qi's order made the strong orcs who were prostrate on the ground unclear, but they instinctively felt a little frightened. There was a slight commotion, but none of them dared to stand up against it.

Behind Ling Qi, there were more than a dozen servants who were obviously more well-equipped, and one of them had a particularly light and elegant armor, and he stood out lightly.

"Understood. It's just that adults, it's not easy to build the Calamity Spirit Tower, especially the first one. Although Isengard's main body seems to fit the basic requirements of the Spirit Tower, there is also an abundance of tainted blood and dead souls..."

"In three days, I'll try to do it. If it is done, please give me the right to kill all living beings in this land!"

The attendant spoke in a deep voice, and removed his helmet with one hand, revealing a near-perfect face, which was actually a pointy-eared elf—an undead elf.

Elves have always been elegant, even the dead, so elven corpses have always been a favorite of necromancers.

The peculiarity of this world leads to the fact that the undead elves will basically not appear, because the elves will return to Valinor completely after death, and the undead in nature must have a mutilated soul in the corpse. The soul of ordinary creatures will escape when they die, so before the shell is completely reduced to ashes, there will always be a part of the broken soul, but the potential and spirituality are different depending on the degree.

This elf is very handsome, if it weren't for the corpse spots on his face and the pale gray skin that ruined the overall beauty, maybe the dead elf with seven points of indifference and coldness would be more imposing than the living elf.

The superiors were talking, and beside the seven-fingered white orc, there was a guy who didn't understand the rules and secretly raised his head and glanced at the new master.

There was a hint of unmarked disgust on its face, which quickly vanished and lowered its head again.

Elves, dwarves, orcs and even strong orcs in any world rarely get along, and differences in appearance will cause barriers to communication, and hue is the basis of most people's perception of the world.

In this world, there is a natural hatred between them, for reasons that go back to the beginning of creation, and not only because of blood feuds formed by years of war.

Ling Qi patted Saron on the shoulder and nodded in acknowledgment of his request.

He was still very optimistic about this undead archer, he had a heavy resentment in his heart, and even retained a nearly intact soul in his corpse. If it hadn't been inspired, it might have become one of the rare undead in Middle-earth in a while!

Maybe it was inhuman torture before it was born, or maybe it was an outlier among the elves, in short, its heavy resentment not only led to the preservation of a more complete spirituality, but also directly improved its strength after the "resurrection", barely reaching the heroic stage!

It is the second natural undead hero under Ling Qi's command, the first is now the commander of the Undead Foot Knights, and the leader who died in the final battle of the Witchcraft Kingdom.

It's a pity that if this undead wants to break through to become a legendary king, it is much more difficult than that leader, because its strength was not strong during his lifetime.

Ling Qi told the task again, and left the newly occupied land.

The undead elf Saron was not in a hurry to complete his master's task, but slowly walked to the strong orc who had peeked at him earlier with a graceful smile.

"Raise your head!"

As Ssalon spoke, many of the orcs looked up, only the seven-fingered fellow trembled with fear, and it felt a strong resentment from its new master.

"Am I good-looking?"

Saron looked down at the monster lying on the ground and smiled, and the strong orc barely managed to squeeze out a smile:

"Good..."

Click!

"Whew!!"

With the sound of bones cracking, this strong orc, who was not accustomed to humility, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and then before he could raise his right hand to resist, his entire palm was nailed to the ground by a strange curved blade!

This strong orc didn't understand how the pain could be so intense, the strong orc's sense of pain was greatly weakened like fear, and even if he broke his hands and feet, he would not completely lose his combat effectiveness.

It didn't see a wisp of dead air leaking out of Saron like a snake, and then burrowing into its body.

The orc wailed and fainted, and the other accomplices immediately began to bow their heads and tremble, just like the seven-fingered guys.

Saron suddenly laughed, laughing a little crazily, then took a few steps back and sat down on the arched back of the seven-fingered white orc, and immediately felt the "chair" under his hips stiffen.

Considering that this characteristic white orc was lucky enough to leave an impression in front of the king, it decided to generously let go of this lucky guy's small mistakes.

"Listen to me, from today onwards, I will hear the wailing of one of you every day, and I can't disappear for a moment if I don't stop shouting!"

"This thing, if done well, you can all live. If you can't even do this..."

Salonn stood up again, and the "chair" was happy.

Immediately afterward, the seven-fingered guy heard the wails of his companions again, accompanied by the denser sound of bones shattering and soft tissues crushing, of course.

It didn't dare to look back, thinking in its heart that this was a monster that was even more terrifying than its old master.

The old master can only make people frightened and unreasonable when he is researching, but this guy always makes people feel struggling on the death line.

Saron crushed the leg bones of the guy who was squirming on the ground with and urine little by little, and then waved his hand and ordered:

"Take it down for treatment!"

This order made the painful orcs want to kill themselves, but they couldn't do it, and they felt unwilling. The nerves of strong orcs are indeed tough, much tougher than ordinary people.

Saron felt the orc's gaze blend of fear and hatred, and he felt even more pained.

For a dead man like him, there are not many things that can make him happy, and it is definitely the most satisfying thing to satisfy his desires and fulfill the orders of his master.

"Listen, all of you, and I'm going to fill the whole of Isengar with resentment and fear. ”

"I've given you a trivial little thing, and if you can't even do that little thing, I'll give you a taste of that one by one. ”

"Hmm... Don't pick and choose, just start with that guy just now, you torture it to my heart's content, I want to listen to it wail all the time. ”

"What you used to do to elves and other beings, now I will use it tenfold on him!"

"Also, whoever kills him in three days will be the next one himself. ”

Saron behaves not like a dead man, but like a living pervert.

Ling Qi, who was not far from the huge millstone building of Isengard, heard intermittent screams coming from behind him, and his face was full of numbness and indifference.

As long as his subordinates can complete the task, as for the means to complete the task, it has reached the current situation, do you still care?

The undead don't need much mercy, and he cares more about the chips he has accumulated... and Saruman's conspiracy.

People who live in intrigue are sad because they have a hard time attaining pure pleasure. But those who have no heart and lungs all day long will either really have no quarrel with the world, or the result will be even more tragic.

Reality is a difficult scripture to read, and luck alone can crush everything, and it is impossible to exist. The darling of fate's choice must also have a minimum of consciousness and wisdom. Otherwise, he is full of belief in the supremacy, and he doesn't know how to miscalculate at all, no matter how good the opportunity is, he will be the pioneer of the king, and no matter how much luck he has, he will be used to kill the last scenery.

Kalimdor, Ling Qi in Blackcastle, has asked the PP kid to step down and meet with Saruman, who has just returned.

At this time, it was only two or three hours before the Undead King left Isengard, and Saruman was able to return to Blackcastle so quickly, I have to say that the giant eagle of K*Long is indeed a qualified mount, and in terms of flight speed, it is almost not inferior to the genuine version, at least seventy percent faster than ordinary goshawks!

With a decision, Ling Qi of the main body immediately regained his demeanor, and met with Saruman with a sad face on his face.

Faced with the white-robed wizard's wistful sigh, Ling Qi asked again and again about tracking the progress of Galadriel's party. There is no doubt that the treacherous and cunning Saruman is full of firewood, and he has traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and he can't find the slightest clue. And in order to cover up his "incompetence", he repeatedly emphasized that this is not his forte.