The traversers sighed, then gathered the captives and told them to find a solution to the current problem.

However, the captives could not help it.

It's not easy to control someone who has lost their minds to spells and potions. Even their mentor may be the most powerful "necromancer" of the present generation, controlling more than 200 people at a time - they are legendary great magicians, according to the data in the original game, the level is close to eighty.

As for these guys who were captured by the traversers, according to them, most of them had just left the apprenticeship stage not long ago, and they could finally remove the last two words of "necromancer apprentice" from their titles. Judging from the results of the spell appraisal of the traversers, one of the highest-ranking ones, one of the captains of these necromancers, is only level 49, not even level 50, according to popular saying, it is called the peak of the middle level, and it is still a little bit short of being considered "high-level".

In the Western Continent, the "high-level" is even a very noteworthy character, but the high-level 50 is obviously completely different from the high-level 69. And level 49 is not to mention, the gap of one level actually means a huge difference in identity. It's like associate professors and professors, deputy secretaries and secretaries, vice-chairs and chairmen...... The concept of "half-step XX" in many fantasy is not bought by the people of the Western Continent.

The captain is still spinning around in the middle tier, not to mention the team members. Those guys who are generally only level 21 or 22, except for their excellent escape skills and hard work on the skill of playing dead, can only be said to be okay. The traversers asked one by one, and the most powerful of them controlled more than twenty people at a time...... This guy already has a proud face, and he feels like he is very awesome.

The final statistics showed that this group of "Necromantic Controllers" combined was able to control a total of three hundred and twenty people, and that's it.

"That's it, not even a fraction!" said Panda listlessly after some interrogation, "Do we still have to control it ourselves? I really can't stand the smell...... It's not something that can be overcome by will!"

Sanyu also has a decrepit face, as a chef, he is far more sensitive to smells than normal people. And his professional habits make him habitually evaluate from the perspective of "eating" when he smells a taste...... He can't say any more, he might have to jump up and cut people if he continues.

The two discussed for a while, and then asked their companions for their opinions one by one, and finally Wang Tuhao made an unexpected suggestion.

"Why do we have to fight against the necromancy?" said Wang Tuhao, "even if everyone is hostile, at least we can do business." We have so many prisoners here, can't we take out some of them, let's say the captain, plus some resources, in exchange for the antidote for these seven thousand people?"

Traversers, you look at me, I look at you, and they all have a feeling of sudden enlightenment - it's like playing a game card for several days, and then suddenly seeing a guide released by a master.

"Wang Tuhao, you are really a talent!" Panda couldn't help but say, "That's a good idea! Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I didn't think of that before. Wang Tuhao smiled.

Sanyu also smiled: "It's awesome to think of, we really can't think of it...... I don't think about it in this direction at all!"

Wang Tuhao said: "Actually, I can't think of it myself, but just now I suddenly thought that my father said when he told us about business, 'It doesn't matter if you are friends or enemies who do business, friends are also competitors, enemies can also do business, our principle is to make money, and there is no other principle'......"

"Your dad deserves to be a monopoly!"

"That is to say, after all, there are still many principles to be said in doing business, especially in China. Wang Tuhao sighed, "In Africa or South America, maybe it is really possible to only talk about making money and not about principles as he said, but in that kind of place, who knows if you make money today, and whether you will have a life tomorrow? ”

After small talk, the necromancer captain who had just been taken away was called again.

When he learned that the traversers were planning to do business with the necromantic forces, the necromancer froze.

In this world, the reputation of the necromantic forces is very bad, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that "rats cross the street and everyone shouts and beats". When an ordinary person encounters a necromancer, he is considered to be very well-cultivated if he doesn't cut people with his hands - of course, it is more likely that he has limited strength and can't cut it, and it is very rare to think of doing business with a necromancer.

Especially when the two sides just fought a big battle, they turned their heads and wanted to negotiate business with themselves...... Such a strange brain circuit made this necromancer, who had been alive for more than a hundred years, find it difficult to understand.

The traversers didn't care if he understood it or not, of course they wouldn't explain it to the other party, saying that "we are from the era after the 'War of Life and Death' version, there has long been a ceasefire between the necromantic forces and the living forces, and there are still a lot of necromantic forces in our guild", only asking the other party if there is any way to contact the upper echelons of the necromantic forces and whether there is any hope of making this deal.

The necromancer captain pondered for a long time, and finally said that he could try, but he was not sure if he would succeed.

As far as he is concerned, of course, he wants to negotiate this deal, but he really doesn't know what his top brass thinks. And...... Being able to negotiate a big deal with 7,000 people at once, the high-level of the necromantic forces and the Thracian side are only afraid of great cooperation, and may not turn their backs on this cooperative relationship for the sake of a small profit.

He didn't hide his thoughts, and told the traversers truthfully. So the traversers said that they were welcome to fight, but the war was war, and the business was business.

This open-minded attitude greatly puzzled the necromancer, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh that he had probably been dead for too long, and his brain had dried up, so his thoughts couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the living at all.

After the discussion was settled, the traversers let him go—they didn't care about a single captive, they had already captured more than twenty of them, no more than one, no less than this one.

If he runs away, it will be nothing more than hard work for everyone, and the remaining captives will go to work as drudgery for Hamer. If he doesn't run and the thing is done, everyone will be happy - Hammer may be a little unhappy, after all, there are no more subordinates in hand. But for the traversers, seven thousand laborers and more than two dozen necromancers, no matter how you look at it, you know that the former is more important.

...... In this world, they are probably the only ones who think so.