In the face of any sudden accidents, it is reasonable to maintain a high degree of vigilance.

Sandro laid the Nigadian spear flat and aimed it at the big man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Nigadian spears were heavier and longer than the Temoan spears, but they had little effect on Sandro, who had wandered around in his youth and was accustomed to different weapons.

"Do you remember me? Anyway, I don't even know your name. ”

Zhao Li was talking as if he was talking like a family, and while carrying a huge and heavy hammer, he stopped in front of the middle-aged bearded man.

Sandro looked at the big man in front of him—a strong, burly two-meter-tall man, dressed in a somewhat dirty, all-metal heavy armor full of mud and leaves, and carrying a large, thick silver stick on his shoulder.

Sandro finally set his eyes on the other man's face—for a fighter, the face is the last thing to pay attention to.

"You, you're..." Sandro's eyes widened.

Although he had forgotten his name, he knew the man in front of him, who had come to the tavern in Peeltown one day, asked him and his companions a lot of questions, invited each of them to a glass of wine, and gave him a lot of money by playing the Kunla card!

Although he didn't seem to be bald before, his physique was not so strong... But judging from the facial features, you can't go wrong!

"Looks like you've forgotten my name too, my name is Francon. ”

Zhao Li smiled and took the initiative to report his name.

Francon... That's right, I remember you, now get out of the way, get out of the way, it's dangerous here!"

The bearded Sandro shouted in a hurry, he thought at first that there were soldiers from the Nigadian Empire blocking the way, since it was not the best, now this is not a good place for idle chat, and who knows why there are so many monsters in the camp of the Nigadians.

"Don't worry, it's not dangerous here. ”

Zhao Li, a two-meter-tall man, smiled at the bearded man. (Now Zhao Li's bald image can be put on the template of 'Dwayne Johnson'...) ）

At this time, Sandro saw two skeleton man-eating crocodiles with blue flames burning in their eyes appear behind this Franconian, and before he could warn him, he saw that this big man named Francon, as if he had eyes behind his back, raised his hand, waved at these terrible guys, and said, "Don't hunt here, go and guard the camp gate." ”

Then a scene that shocked Sandro and his mercenary companions even more appeared, the two strange-looking and ferocious skeleton man-eating crocodiles turned around obediently and crawled towards the gate of the camp.

"You-"

It was only then that the Daluo Husandro suddenly realized that something was wrong—this Francon, who was definitely not imprisoned in this camp by the Nigadians, was just like them.

It is absolutely impossible for the people who are imprisoned to have weapons and heavy armor, and besides... Who would stop them at this time? and what kind of people could command these monsters?

"It's always good to stop a few more people, I'm short of people right now. Zhao Li didn't care whether the other party understood it or not, he explained casually, and then said: "I want to invite you to join my legion—I need some really capable men." ”

That's right, Zhao Li's stall of the Cataclysmic Legion is getting bigger and bigger, and four or five hundred monsters make it a little difficult for him to control, of course, a large part of the reason is also because most of the monsters are too stupid to flexibly carry out Zhao Li's orders.

In short, if Zhao Li wants to effectively command a large enough number of "Natural Disaster Legions", he must have some talents with commanding talents...

The beard in front of him is very good, he is the leader of the local mercenaries in Peel Town - the mercenaries are all unruly guys, and they can become the leaders of the mercenaries, and they all have good command ability and knowledge, and Zhao Li has also seen his previous shots, and his martial arts are quite good among mortals.

Such a talent should not be an unknown mercenary, and should join his "Cataclysm Army".

Also, you can try the effect of the nine skulls on "Hammer Sorrow"...

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not interested in any of the legions you mentioned, I'm going to get my family and friends out of here!

Hu Sandro had a bad premonition of danger, he pointed his spear at Zhao Li, and at the same time said loudly, beside him, those partners and friends who were also mercenaries also aimed their weapons at Zhao Li.

"I'm just informing you, I'm not asking for your opinion. Oh, by the way, it seems that these friends of yours are also very good..." Zhao Li said softly, took off the "Hammer Sorrow" on his shoulder, and then the next moment-

In the eyes of Sandro and other mortals, the big man standing opposite almost moved slightly, and then the whole figure disappeared in place, and finally what flashed in front of their eyes was the afterimage of a silver stick glowing red...

Bang –

There was only a muffled sound, and the figures of Sandro and the mercenaries with weapons around him flew high, and then fell to the ground in a dull manner, motionless.

Zhao Li held the "Sorrow of the Hammer" in one hand and stood where Sandro and the others were before.

"It worked..."

Zhao Li held the sorrow of the hammer in front of his eyes and muttered to himself.

On the silver-white Hammer Sorrow, there are nine skulls with faces facing outward, as crystal clear as the finest red agate, and now, four of the skulls are lit up with a faint red light, which looks particularly strange and terrifying in the dark night...

As the master and builder of this weapon, as well as the status of a level 11 dark wizard, Zhao Li could clearly feel that this weapon had absorbed and imprisoned four human souls - each lit skull represented a human soul.

"In other words, this weapon can only absorb a maximum of nine souls?

Zhao Li frowned and muttered to himself.

But then again, it's not bad to be able to accommodate nine souls, and if the next steps are also in Zhao Li's prediction, then he can at least have nine more subordinates...

And he shouldn't have expected too much from the swamp witches in the first place, how could these two old women make that kind of soul container that could hold almost no upper limit? That kind of weapon was already an artifact...