"Interesting, interesting, no wonder as a mercenary, but locked up in a concentration camp..." Zhao Li stroked the sorrow of the hammer in his hand, and a clear smile appeared on his face.

For example, Zhao Li met a large army of Nigadian people in the west in Baiyang Village before, and they were all faced with the situation of being hired, and in Peel Town, mercenaries like Daluo Husandro should also be recruited.

According to the memories of the bearded mercenary Sandro, when the western Nigadians drove into the town of Peel and screened all the townspeople, they did extend an olive branch to Sandro and others.

But it's a pity that Sandro is no longer pure wandering mercenaries, they have already lived and settled in Peel Town, like Sandro, and even married a woman in Peel Town as a wife, formed a family, and had children.

So, when Sandro was hired by the Nigadians of the West to squeeze the town of Peel and plunder its wealth, the conscientious Sandro and his companions chose to refuse—of course, there must have been those who accepted the hire.

In short, the Sandro family, who did not accept the olive branch of the Nigadians, was imprisoned in a concentration camp, and if Zhao Li did not appear, he would probably end up as a coolie.

This time I didn't read "The Catastrophe Came", and I was able to check my memories without resurrecting Sandro in the flesh, but it was all about the grief of the hammer - from a certain point of view, the two sisters of the swamp witch were locked up in the swamp like a prison for nearly a hundred years, and they really made up something really good.

Once you kill Sandro and suck his soul into Hammermourning, you can also view his memories directly - this is just one of the nine skull soul containers.

"Here, see the effect... Come out, Sandro!"

Zhao Li held the hammer and shouted in a low voice.

I saw a dark blue thing squeeze out of a bright red, shiny skull, and as soon as the skull was squeezed out, it turned into an almost transparent human form, floating in the air—the same size and appearance as when he was alive, it was Sandro who had been killed.

"What's going on, why did I become like this... I—Why am I..."

As soon as the ghost Sandro appeared, he looked around, looked at himself floating in the air, and asked questions.

The ghost Sandro tried to move his body, hands and feet, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.

"Congratulations, Sandro, if the experiment didn't work out, you'd be completely dead, but now it looks great... Oh, don't be nervous, it's normal that you can't move, because I didn't allow you to move. ”

Zhao Li was like observing a guinea pig and observing Sandro Soul floating in mid-air.

The second function of the Skull Soul Container: All souls that are sucked into the container can only act according to the will of the container holder.

And, as long as Zhao Li holds the Hammer of Grief, he can use this weapon to see and hear with the eyes and ears of the imprisoned soul, no matter how far away the soul is.

"No, no, you're too weak now, it looks like you're going to dissipate at any moment, it's useless, I have to help you..."

As he spoke, Zhao Li raised the Hammer Sorrow in his hand again, chanted some incantations in a low voice, and at the same time touched his hand over several other shiny skulls, and finally touched the skull that contained Sandro's soul.

I saw that on the other three shiny skulls, a trace of light overflowed, and directly submerged into Sandru's skull, and in front of Zhao Li's eyes, Sandru's ghost, which was originally almost transparent, quickly began to condense.

"Devil, you devil, devil! What are you doing! You bastard! ！”

Sandro, who was floating in mid-air, first shook slightly, and then shouted frantically, scolding Zhao Li.

"Very good, very good, it seems that the second experiment was also successful, and the soul that was imprisoned in the container has actually been modified, and it is a bit like a monster in a way... It must be fed on other souls in order to maintain its existence and strength—and to be able to feel the emotions of other souls in the process of eating..."

Zhao Li muttered, Sandro obviously understood that he had devoured the souls of several other mercenary brothers to become stronger, but sadly, whether to eat or not was not even up to him, and he was powerless to choose whether to agree or not.

"Shut up and be quiet. ”

Zhao Li said softly, and saw Sandro scolding in the air, and immediately closed his mouth tightly, although his eyes were still so angry that he could almost breathe fire, but the scolding was indeed gone.

"If you look at me like that again, I'll kill your wife and son. ”

Zhao Li smiled and said something that instantly made Sandro docile.

Sandro's wife and son were now standing a few steps in front of Zhao Li, a peasant woman who looked quite pretentious, and was now holding a five- or six-year-old child tightly, crying in horror and fear, looking at everything in front of her.

"Let's make a fair deal - you promise to be obedient, join my Scourge Legion, serve me, I'll let your wife and children go, and promise that no one can hurt them, how about it? No one can hurt them, whether it's a Nigadian or a Temoa, right?

After Zhao Li finished speaking, he added half a sentence that made Sandro unable to refuse: "If you refuse, I will kill your wife and children and let their souls become your food..." Well, and I'm going to force you to do everything, and you can't resist anyway, can you?"

Although Zhao Li can let Sandro's soul do anything or nothing like ordering an undead servant, what he wants is not this, what he wants is a helper who can help him and share the task of commanding, what he needs is independent thinking.

"Hey, answer quickly, or I'm going to do it!"

Zhao Li urged as he raised the hammer in his hand and aimed it at the townspeople in front of him.

I saw Sandro floating in mid-air, but his eyes showed a look of crazy pleading.

Syllable!

Zhao Li slapped his head and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to allow you to speak, I said, how dare you refuse me, okay, ask you again, are you willing to join my "Cataclysm Army" and serve me?"

"I'm willing to join you shitty, damn legion!, but you must live up to what you say, not only my family, but also my dead brother's family!"

Sandro looked at Zhao Li and let out a roar of grief and anger.

"Good, no problem. ”

Zhao Li snapped his fingers, only to see several huge undead man-eating crocodiles and undead water ghost servants rushing from a distance in an instant.

Zhao Li, under Sandro's orders, instructed these undead demon servants: "Protect these humans from the barracks, follow them, and ensure their safety." ”

I saw that these undead servants who had received orders instantly surrounded the families of Sandro and several other dead mercenaries, and pushed them towards the gate of the main camp.

"You see, I'm a decent person, a man of promises, and I hope we can work together happily. Zhao Limu sent the townspeople away, turned around, and said to Sandro.

"So now, what do you want me to do for you?"

Sandro looked at Zhao Li with cold, fierce eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you can't do anything right now, because you're too weak. ”

Zhao Li smiled and looked at the other side of the camp, where a large number of Nigadian soldiers had already poured over.

He wasn't mocking, this newborn Sandro revenant, even if he devoured the souls of 3 mercenaries, was actually very weak...

"But it doesn't matter, from now on, you will be my Nine Stick Spirit Knights - ah, don't be surprised, this is the name I just came up with, and maybe one day, there will be bards who will write a book of stories such as "The Magic Stick" and "The Silver Stick King" based on your deeds and me... Haha, these are jokes, seriously, now, you have to remember the lines of our Legion - join the Legion and make my power skyrocket!"