Yes, Wang Bo succeeded.

He succeeded in disturbing the undead to sleep, summoning them to the human world, and controlling them, turning them into his own warriors.

When the living people of Hamnata saw this scene and saw the undead all over the sky, their expressions were the same as Evelyn's, and they were extremely white.

Even O'Connor, who thought he was bold, was full of fear when he saw these undead.

Especially when he saw that among this group of undead, there were many familiar characters.

Some people, he can even name them.

"Andrey, Mousse, Lucson, Lac ......"

These are his comrades-in-arms.

Three years ago, they found Hamnata together, but all of them were buried here, and everyone except him and Benny escaped and died.

O'Connor didn't expect to see the ghosts of his comrades who had been dead for three years today.

But the undead didn't notice O'Connor.

After all, they were just a bunch of undead, and they didn't even know how many memories they had missing, and of course they couldn't recognize O'Connor.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The undead appeared to the descendants of the Pharaoh's Guard, and a man with a tattoo on his face roared, knowing full well that if the undead rushed up, they would probably be wiped out.

So at this time, there is only one way to retreat.

Although he hadn't heard of the phrase that he didn't have to worry about running out of firewood, he had a similar idea.

As a result, the descendants of the convoy began to retreat.

Wang Bo did not command the undead to kill this group of escorts cleanly, and he did not even order the undead to kill.

After all, they are tomb robbers, and using the treasures left by the tomb owner to kill the descendants of the tomb owner, this kind of thing is too vicious for Wang Bo to do.

Since the other party is willing to retreat, of course Wang Bo will not rush to kill them all.

However, if the other party would rather die than retreat, then Wang Bo would have no choice, after all, he didn't want to die. Fortunately, the other party is a self-aware guy, and when he sees that something can't be done, he immediately retreats.

After Wang Bo saw the descendants of the escort flee from the Tower of Hamna, he held the Black Sutra of the Undead and lifted the spell.

A gust of wind blew, and one after another the undead burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

The army of the undead, which was originally infiltrating, seemed to have never appeared. The chilling aura gradually turned from thick to faint, but disappeared without a trace in a few minutes.

At this time, several Americans walked over, all with palpitations and incredulous faces, "What happened just now, I really want to see many, many troops?" ”

"Is that the undead?"

"This place is too evil."

"Who the hell attacked us, O'Connor."

O'Connor was a little depressed when he saw his once dead companions, and casually said, "They are descendants of the Pharaoh's Guard." Then he sat on a rock and was in a daze.

A few Americans, you look at me, I look at you, and I am at a loss for a while.

Laura stepped out from behind the pillar, still with a gun in her hand, and looked around vigilantly, relieved to see that the enemy had indeed left.

Jonathan limped back and said loudly, "Guys, what just happened, I want to see many, many ghosts!" ”

When he was running away just now, he accidentally fell and his right knee hurt a little.

Evelyn said, "That's the undead summoned by Wang Bo, who scared off the enemy and saved us. ”

Jonathan couldn't help but say gratefully, "Thank you so much, you saved my life." ”

"You're welcome."

Wang Bo held the Black Sutra of the Undead in his hand and waved his hand, the heavy Black Sutra of the Undead was not much heavier than a rag in his hand.

As soon as Dr. Dennis walked over, he heard this conversation and couldn't help but exclaim, "God, the legend is true, the Black Book of the Dead really has the power to resurrect the dead. ”

When several Americans heard this, they couldn't help but glance at each other.

If it was before the enemy attacked, they didn't believe that there was magic in this world. But now, seeing it with their own eyes, they have to believe in the truth of this matter.

"That book, can you really resurrect the dead?" A tall American asked.

Professor Dennis nodded, "Legend has it that it is. ”

There was a hint of greed in the eyes of this American, "Oriental, did you summon those undead just now?" Can you raise the dead? ”

Wang Bo glanced at him coldly, and penetrated his heart's thoughts.

The American continued: "It just so happens that we have quite a few people who have been killed, so why don't you resurrect them." ”

Wang Bo said without thinking: "I'm sorry, I refuse!" ”

If he resurrected the Egyptians who had been killed by the descendants of the convoy here, then Immorton, who had been dead for thousands of years, would also be resurrected.

When the time comes, the ten calamities will befall and the world will be turned upside down, how could Wang Bo let this kind of thing happen.

"Don't be so ruthless, Oriental." "These Egyptians all have wives and children of their own, and if they die here, their families will be wiped out, and if you can resurrect them, you may be able to save countless families," said the tall American. ”

When Wang Bo heard this, he was impressed by this American.

Because this guy is very good at talking, he did not coerce, nor inducement, nor despise, but stood from a humanitarian point of view, hoping that he could save some dead Egyptians and save some families.

Although there is a kind of cat-crying mouse fake compassion rush, it is not denied that this statement occupies the upper hand of moralism.

No one can say no.

Pity......

"I said it, and I refused." It is impossible for Wang Bo to kill more people because of some people, and once Immorton is resurrected, ten plagues will befall, and God knows how many people will die in the land of Egypt.

Not everyone can survive the ten plagues.

What's more, Wang Bo doesn't want to die yet.

He is not ruthless, but he also does not want to joke with his own life, not to mention that this group of people was sold by the Americans for money, and when they entered the Hamna Tower, they had already stepped into the ghost gate with half a foot.

The tall American was a little helpless, because he found that Wang Bo simply did not eat oil and salt.

"Alright, you can say a few words." Just then, another American came over, stopped his companion, and dragged him away.

Several Americans said goodbye one after another, but judging by their appearance, it seems that they have not given up.

O'Connor stood up and said to Wang Bo, "It seems that you are being remembered by them. ”

"It's okay." Wang Bo said nonchalantly.