"It's true, of course it's true."

Aesop's head nodded like a woodpecker, afraid that if she slowed down, she would not be able to show the truth of the news.

In fact, the news was uttered by a good friend of his, who was the secretary to the editor-in-chief of the Daily Flyer, in a state of semi-confusion after a battle between spirit and flesh.

This news was one of the thick stacks of news on the desk of the editor-in-chief of the Flyer Daily that had been approved for non-publication.

Dozens of such messages appear every day, and God knows if they are true or not.

Who cares?

Anyway, he had not received any news at all about the large number of corpses being transported out of the Heatland.

Of course, he won't say this to death.

"So, my lord, don't look at those who seem to be honest, but in fact they are very dangerous."

In a gesture of loyalty, Aesop pointed to the low-level undead creatures not far away, and said in a low voice.

"But with the strength of an adult, no matter how much more garbage like this comes, it's not a problem."

With a flattering expression, Isolt slapped a little fart silently.

It's just that at this time, Lou Cheng didn't have the heart to pay attention to this at all.

"A riot in a low-level undead creature? Fighting each other? ”

Hearing this news, Lou Cheng couldn't help but be stunned.

Undead creatures have always been known for their rampant bloodlust.

However, in the case of high-level undead creatures to suppress them, these undead are more disciplined than any kind of creature in fact.

Hierarchical suppression is not for fun.

Just looking at the fact that this flying stone slab is now full of nearly a thousand and dozens of undead creatures of dozens of kinds, but it is quiet without a trace of noise, which is enough to prove this.

Under the nose of Islanya, the strongest person in the White Bone Withered Garden, there could be such a thing as a low-level undead riot and thousands of casualties?

Does it happen every day?

No matter how you look at this news, it has an unusual flavor.

It's kind of interesting.

"Anything else?"

Lou Cheng was aroused and looked at Aesop with interest.

"Yes, also... And..."

Aesop's tears were about to fall.

Originally, he thought that the most hated thing he would hear in his life should be what women say, "I still want it".

But now he realized that the three words "is there more" that the man said were really fatal.

"Also... And..."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

By the way, this one must be interested in this news.

"The corpse trees in Kamp Street have become particularly active during this time, and dozens of people have been buried in the bellies of those corpse trees.

It is said that ......"

Isolt looked at Lou Cheng's face cautiously.

"It is said that there is also a Yatales ......"

"Nonsense!"

Lou Cheng's roar made Isolt stop talking, and the angry look sent Aesop to 18 layers of hell at once.

Damn Aesop, you're such an idiot.

What is a corpse tree?

This is how it is introduced in "The Complete Book of Undead Creatures".

The Ghoul Tree, a death-attributed plant, lives by absorbing the power of death and devouring undead creatures, and is dangerous.

However, it is only a certain danger, otherwise the plant would not have been cultivated in large quantities as an ornamental plant in the heart of Hexland such as Kamp Street.

Even if these corpse trees are active, can they still overturn Yatales, whose lowest strength is the Great Knight Rank?

You must know that except for the one in front of you, the other Yatales are all invincible death knights of the same level, and they are all the best among the death knights.

Damn it!

Isolt trembled with fright, and her pale face turned even pale.

Obviously, his good friend at that time only introduced this news to him as a joke, obviously this news can't be faked anymore, how many tendons did he have in his brain to take this news as a lifesaver?

Isn't this pure death?

Although the one in front of him is not welcomed, he is still an orthodox Yatales.

Of course, he wants to defend the honor of Yatales.

He wouldn't take his brain-dead behavior as a provocation to the Yatales family, would he?

It's over, it's a proper capital offense!

Aesop looked at the butcher with a lamb to the slaughter, and looked at Lou Cheng pitifully.

What kind of crime will he use to deal with himself?

Provoking Yatales?

Abomination?

Blow off one's mouth?

Suddenly, a sorrow peculiar to a small person came to Aesop's heart.

In fact, this one doesn't need to be charged with killing himself at all.

A mere remark that he is willing is enough.

Isn't it?

Does he hear less of this kind of accusation from the mouths of Yatales these days?

Isolt only felt that his legs were weak and his body was almost collapsed, but he still looked at Lou Cheng nervously.

Honestly waiting for his fate.

Damn, what the hell did you smoke today?

Is this the curse of those beauties who have been rejected by themselves?

Isolt vows that if he had a future, he would never say a word to any beautiful woman who asked him for love.

If he can have a future...

However, to his surprise, Yatales didn't seem to pay much attention to his actions, and only waved his hand lightly to signal him to leave.

Could it be that the outside world has always been wrong about the Lich?

Those lichs are actually all good people with big hearts, ugly faces, and good hearts?

Or is this one not only an outlier among Yatales, but also an outlier even a lich?

With a full of doubts, Aesop hurriedly left Lou Cheng's side after thanking him.

Damn, hurry up and speed up the flying slate, even if you are fined for violating the rules.

It's a big deal, I'm not doing it!

Anyway, I have so many good friends, I'm afraid I can't find an easy job?

This one must be sent to Heatland as soon as possible, before he changes his mind completely!

Everyone knows that moodiness is in the nature of these Yatales, and hopefully there will be time.

Looking at the back of Aesop leaving in a hurry, Lou Cheng didn't have the heart to care what he was thinking.

The news that a Yatales had been killed by that adorable corpse tree was a fake.

But since under the eyes of the strongest person in the White Bone Dry Garden, *** Ya, there would be a low-level undead riot every day, and this kind of thing would happen with thousands of casualties, so what was so strange about this kind of thing happening?

"It seems that the city of Hexland in the sky is really very, very lively today!

What the hell is this Islanya Lord trying to do?

What the hell is he going to do with so many corpses?

Eat? ”

Somehow, Lou Cheng's mind suddenly appeared the unreasonable operations that Islanya had made when Grad was heading towards Sky City not long ago, and the massive corpses that suddenly disappeared without a trace afterwards.

It seems that this Islanya is indeed a person with a secret!

Lou Cheng licked his shriveled lips.