Eradonn's spiritual shield is far inferior to His Majesty's artifact.

But the old druid had spent about the same amount of money from Baron Fontaquin, and probably couldn't afford to pay for any good treasures.

An extra spirit shield is acceptable.

What matters is Baron Fontaquin's red envelope.

As his strength in reality increases, his ability to recover continues to weaken.

Level 10 healing and level 10 medical magic were not enough for his body to fully recover, and if it weren't for his own regeneration talent, he would be no different from Tanu, and he would also need to meditate and recuperate after a serious injury, or swallow healing medicine like Gongsun Kang.

If you are promoted to Grandmaster, it is difficult to say how many effects these two magic can have.

It can make medical magic go further, which makes Xu Zhi quite interested, and wants to go here to see the situation first.

I wanted to go to the Nether to see Aegrenel, and I put it in the back of my mind to learn a seafaring ability that might work one day.

As soon as I stepped through the portal, I was greeted by the strong smell of corpses.

When Baron Fontaquin's legion is mixed with undead like zombies, the taste becomes sour.

In particular, the exorcism of many improvised undead has caused the rancid stench to spread for an unknown number of kilometers.

Everywhere Xu straightened his eyes, there were dense undead spirits, and it was difficult to see the end.

There are sergeants, there are ordinary people, there are the prime of life, the elderly, women and children, there are rich people, and there are poor people.

When war strikes, age, identity does not seem special, and no one makes a difference.

But all the deaths, the broken ones are not particularly bad, they are all turned into the spirits of the undead who hate the living.

Some of the most powerful and brainy men were subdued by Baron Vontagin's magic skills.

Death Knight Greek has died in ashes, but several more Death Knights and Necromancers have joined the kingdom of Crescent.

When Xu Zhi arrived at this place, these undead generals raised their heads in sympathy, staring at the only three living beings in this kingdom.

"Squeak, you're always so timely."

Eradorn, who was about to get on the gallows, held Xu Zhi's hands tightly.

"Why are you here again?"

Xu Zhi remembered that the old druid swore that he would never come to Baron Fontaquin again, and he didn't want to come even if he achieved immortality, not to mention that she hadn't achieved immortality yet.

"As an ambassador of friendship between Arberrow and Corrison, Baron Fontaquin is in need, how could I not come."

Eradorn wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and her official tone made it clear to Xu Zhi that she probably couldn't help herself.

"Without being scared, just muttering a few words casually, Irutan couldn't sit still, hahaha."

Baron Fontaquin cracked his mouth and let out a burst of laughter.

He was obviously extremely happy to see the strongest Lucky Star Nether.

This lucky group has finally been put together.

Finally, this lucky star often drags its feet, but the lucky strong have this right.

As long as he can bring enough luck, he will not be angry at all.

No one is going to be lucky enough to be war.

The snowball of his undead legion stemmed from that powerful prayer of luck, which allowed him to reach the heart of the kingdom of Xanon.

Dozens of kilometers away, the capital of the Shanon Kingdom, Ryros, was in sight.

Among the many kingdoms that suppressed Crescent, the Shanon Kingdom was the worst.

Many members of the Holy See are going to sow light and purify the dead.

For hundreds of years, Baron Fontaquin had to be entrenched in a sparsely populated wasteland kingdom, holding his breath.

Now a successful counterattack has finally been launched.

It made him so happy that he didn't want to sleep day and night.

If Pope Ryan could be turned into a ghost and repent under his command every day, Baron Fontaquin felt that it might be the most wonderful thing in the world.

"Greenskin, you deserve to make me remember the name, hahaha, introduce your own name."

"My name is Squeak."

"My name is Jinkla, Lord Baron."

His name has been introduced more than once, but few people have memorized the name of a summoner's contract creature.

If memory serves, Xu Zhi feels that this is the fourth time he has introduced his name to Baron Fontaquin.

"It's a lucky name when you hear it."

Baron Fontaquin opened his mouth and took a deep breath, like a smoker, puffing out two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that there was nothing to boast about in this kind of name.

If it weren't for the lucky enough of this name, he would have forgotten it tomorrow if he introduced it today.

"It's too nice to say that it's useless."

He ended up with the names of his undead crusader warriors, ending the polite compliment.

"Look at my great legion, I am the strongest of all nations."

Baron Fontaquin instead began to praise his own legions.

He is not wrong in saying this, when life and death are tilted, and the more people who die, the stronger he becomes.

It was Mistrio who had feared Baron Fontaquin.

The kingdom of Shanon was crippled, and Baron Fontaquin grew stronger.

Moreover, this baron likes to dig graves, and when he came all the way, he even dug out the ancestral graves of others, which made his troops extremely large.

"When the strongest legion matches the strongest luck, this will open a new era for the continent, and I will create the strongest undead empire ever, hahaha."

"You're right."

"You're right."

"The Empire of the Dead is the greatest."

The lucky trio is busy patting rainbow farts.

Stepping down from the gallows, Eradon calmed his fears and began to muster up the courage to ask Baron Fontaquin for the red envelope.

As long as she doesn't get killed, she will benefit herself to the greatest extent.

Regardless of whether you can go back alive or not, it is better to reap the benefits than not to reap the benefits.

What's more, they are just a drizzle, and it is not in the eyes of Baron Fontaquin, who has already made a lot of war money.

"Hahaha, say what you want directly, don't be polite to me, I'm not a stingy person."

"Void Stone, that's not good, I only have one left, I need to keep it as a souvenir."

"A Shannon sent me ten dragon corpses and exchanged my batch of Void Stones."

"When disaster comes, who will care so much."

"Xia Nong's steps are too big, and they have been filling the domestic contradictions with the dividends of war, and when the war befalls them, it is not surprising that they are full of ugliness."

……

As Eradon asked for red envelopes, Xu Zhi and Jinkla also made demands.

With Eladorn's reminder, the direction of Xu Zhi's inquiry is related to treatment.

"I admire jungle goblins like you, and it's a good habit to love culture."

"I know several rich guys, I don't know a few words, and the study is very full of books."

"It should be the cultural influence that makes you have such good luck."

"I just found a nice piece of magic parchment, which should be restorative and meet your needs for your collection."

"In that case, I'll give it to you."

Baron Fontaquin chattered for a while, his expression seemed a little painful.

The lucky trio had previously explained how big the red envelope was and how strong the luck was, and his soul trembled for a while, and finally sealed the item in the red envelope.

"You look a little distressed?" Xu Zhi asked in a low voice.

"Haha, how can I feel distressed" Baron Fontaquin said stiffly: "I hate life magic the most, it makes me sick when I smell that breath, it's best to take it as soon as possible." ”

"It may feel like it's too wasteful to give it to you," Eradorn whispered, "Lord Baron defeated McColl, the Holy Son of Light, during his expedition to Shanon, and I heard that the other party dropped an ultra-rare life magic parchment. ”

"What a super rarity, this is what Ryan's old thing hyped up, he wants to make hundreds of copies, how can these parchments be rare."

Although he hadn't seen the magic parchment in the red envelope yet, the information revealed by Eradorn and Baron Fontaquin when they were discussing it for a while made Xu Zhi happy, feeling that he had not chosen the wrong contract in the Netherworld.