The Alcazaba is the name of the castle on the top of the inner hill in this port city.

The spirits dug down the hill at the base of the castle and built the infamous "Underground Palace of Mourning". It is said that a large number of cells, punishment camps, and torture chambers were set up underground, which were used to torture human prisoners of war brought down from the Lamancha plateau in the north.

Since the spirits themselves must be born from the corpses of humans who have been tortured before death, the inhabitants of the mourning dungeon often hear one horrible scream after another at night around the Mourning Underground Palace; And every other week, a large number of corpses are transported from the castle, which are pushed directly to the sea and dumped.

Of course, the reason why the resentful spirits were mass-produced was only because of the hobby of the resentful demigod in the dungeon.

The birth of many specific undead races has special conditions and requirements for corpses. For example, the banshee must be a female corpse, so as long as a female transcendent is found and killed, the impact on the people is not so great.

The conditions for the birth of the wraiths are more severe, so the citizens are also silent, and there are unfounded rumors everywhere. For example, "I will randomly arrest people on the street and go back to torture", which caused everyone to dare not go out for a while, and even if they went out, they were sneaky, for fear of being seen by the undead.

Eleanor, who covered her face, sat silently in the tavern, listening to everyone's suppressed conversation, and could not help but feel an irrepressible sense of sadness in her heart.

She thought that the harm of war to human beings was nothing more than letting each piece of fresh life rush and kill each other on the battlefield for the sake of an illusory victory, but she never thought that human beings would one day become material and be subjected to all kinds of unscrupulous and ruthless "processing" by the undead for their purposes......

Before she had done it, she was probably furious. It's just that now she has long understood that a simple drawing of a knife can't change anything.

The war has its roots in the war of aggression waged by the undead in Iberia.

And all she really wants to do is end this war.

Medea sat across from her, drinking for a long time, quietly observing the expression on Eleanor's face.

"Aren't you angry?" She whispered suddenly.

"Anger doesn't have to be on the face." Eleanor replied calmly.

"Hmm." Medea tilted her head slightly, "He's here, watch the surroundings for me." ”

Eleanor nodded imperceptibly, and the mist of will spread, soon enveloping the entire tavern invisibly.

The words of everyone on the scene, the subtle squirming of the face, the small movements under the table, all the details are under her control. The detection area continued to expand, soon reaching the street in front of the tavern.

Even the invisible banshees that swept over the streets were nowhere to be found in her detection range. If an undead was quietly approaching, she would be the first to notice it.

Medea stood up, her hood obscuring her seductive countenance, and only half a strand of long, burgundy hair fell from the edges, playfully curled.

Although she didn't see her face, the seductive curves of her body looming under her robe immediately attracted the attention of many drinkers.

Douglas, who had just sat down at the wine table, was one of them. He was a slave trader who had recently taken out a group of human prisoners of war on the northern plateau of Ramangcha in the city. Although he has seen tens of thousands of women, this is the first time he has encountered such a stunning beauty.

Yes, stunning.

Douglas has absolute confidence in his own eye. For example, those prisoners of war, he can see the other party's previous occupation at a glance. The hunter's back muscles are well-developed, the lumberjack's biceps are strong, and the farmer's waist will be thicker than in other professions...... And this woman, judging by the way she walked, was clearly specially trained, the most seductive.

However, judging from the range of movements, it is not a common tavern warbler. The warbler will deliberately twist her butt very hard to show off her figure to the fullest. But this woman's range of movements is just right - which probably comes down to one reason, and that is that her face is also beautiful enough, so she doesn't need to highlight the perfection of her figure too much.

The face, figure, and conversation constitute the complete temperament of the whole person. This woman's temperament is unified, and it is by no means comparable to those who rely on a plump figure to attract people.

Thinking like this, Douglas saw that the other party had walked to his wine table and slowed down slightly...... Do you have something to say to yourself?

He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately became excited. I didn't think that Lao Tzu could also meet an erotic encounter!

As soon as a slightly peachy thought flashed through his mind, Medea's mental thread struck him, and Douglas's original consciousness was immediately interrupted.

Restrained, he picked up the glass and continued to drink sullenly as Medea commanded, while Medea spun around and returned to Eleanor's table.

"Let's go." She whispered, meaning that the control was successful.

Eleanor stood up and led Medea out of the tavern. A handful of drinkers around hurriedly got up and sneakily tried to follow the past, but they were hinted at by Medea's group and forgot what they wanted to do.

After a few minutes, Douglas silently finished his drink, then stood up and walked out of the tavern.

Several of his entourage guards hurriedly followed, not noticing the boss's abnormality in the slightest.

Half an hour later, Douglas walked out of his slave yard again, and the guards around him had increased to twelve, with a team of eight prisoner slaves. All the prisoners of war had their hands and feet broken, tied to bloodstained chains, and walked forward weakly.

Douglas's gaze swept over the person at the end of the line, who was a tall female transcendent, and her rank was not low, quite in line with the "material" characteristics that His Excellency Ansara needed.

The group proceeded quickly, and soon made their way up the hill to the gate of the castle in the Alcazaba.

Douglas spoke to the wizard apprentice waiting in front of the door, focused on the tall female transcendent at the end of the line, and then handed over all the slaves to the other party, settled the account and left.

The apprentice wizard led the slaves into the castle and descended into the Mourning Underground, when he suddenly saw a banshee floating in front of him.

"What are these?" The banshee asked, her voice ethereal as ghostly and hoarse with some kind of evil demagoguery.

"The materials that Teacher Ansara needs." The wizard apprentice said respectfully, his head bowed and he didn't dare to lift it.

"It just so happens that the resentful spirit material in the dungeon is gone." The banshee said slowly, "I'm going to pick a few people from your team to fill the vacancy on our side." ”

"Take your pick." The wizard apprentice secretly complained, but he didn't dare to refuse the other party directly.

Through a vague spiritual sense, he sensed that the other party's banshee was of a very high level, and her appearance was also very unfamiliar, so it should not be the undead made by his teacher.

In other words, it was the wraith's demigod.

If there is a conflict with the other party, the wizard apprentice has no doubt that he will be directly thrown by the teacher to the other party, and become a member of the wraith material storehouse. Therefore, he could only try to maintain a deferential attitude, and secretly prayed in his heart that at least the high-quality female transcendent would not be selected by the other party.

The high-ranking banshee circled around the group, and tapped in her hand, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...... With each order, the despair in the hearts of the wizard apprentices became a little stronger.

It wasn't until the other party counted the seven people and left him with only the female transcendent at the end of the team that the wizard apprentice seemed to have suddenly crawled out of hell, revealing a look of overjoy.

This...... I understand, and the other party also knows that this kind of high-level female transcendent is suitable for making banshees, so I deliberately left it to the teacher!

No wonder, this is also a banshee after all, how can she exclude the increase in the number of people around her?

Saying goodbye respectfully to each other again, the wizard apprentice continued to walk towards the lower level of the palace with the only remaining female transcendent in the group.