Everyone watched in amazement at the sudden scene in front of them, not understanding why the enemy suddenly turned against him, and Stronk was not in a hurry to leave after smashing Charma's head, he stood quietly in front of Charma's corpse, and even kicked the corpse under him because of the uncomfortable landing of his left foot.

Valenk lifted Lear up from the ground, and the latter looked at Stronk in the distance, a solemn glint in his eyes.

This war scumbag doesn't seem to be as simple as he imagined.

"What do you want?"

Lear staggered to the front of the formation, he didn't ask why, but directly asked what he wanted, if the other party was a smart person, then the conversation between them would be simpler and more realistic.

Without Stronk's order, the group of ghouls would have remained in place, not to mention that even if they moved, Lear was not afraid, with the current combat power of the two sides, even if he temporarily lost his ability to cast spells, and wanted to pinch Stronk round and flatten, it was just a matter of words.

"I want to become a wizard, I want to take over her territory, and I want great power, and on the condition that I swear allegiance to you. ”

Stronk walked straight up to Lear and got down on one knee, but his ugly face looked up at the latter, and in his dry eyes was undisguised undisguised ambition.

"Why me?"

Lear is starting to find this battle scum a little interesting.

"Because Chama died at your hands, you became the biggest fist here, and the big fist is worthy of my allegiance. ”

Stronk was clever enough not to take the credit for killing Chama himself, and while he did take the final blow, he clearly knew that the credit had nothing to do with him.

"How can you prove your worth to me, don't forget that you're a death knight, I'm a magician, and we're mortal enemies by nature. ”

Lear doesn't mind that the other party can see that he doesn't have killing intent, but this doesn't mean that Stronk is qualified to bargain with him, after all, under the suppression of absolute strength, there is and is not a matter of thought.

"I think I've proven it, Your Excellency. ”

Stronk lowered his body and even propped his hands on the ground to show his humility, but his head was always up, and he didn't feel any shame about his behavior just now, as if everything was taken for granted.

This is also a gamble for him, but if you gamble, there is hope, and if you don't gamble, there is only a dead end, and in this case, anyone will not hesitate to fight.

It seems that history has really given this guy an unfair evaluation, Lear thought to himself, but there was nothing on his face.

"I accept your allegiance, but you remember one thing, what you want, you take it yourself, I will not give you any help at least not now, and everything you have is mine, and I do not need your oath, as you said that only those with big fists are worthy of loyalty, and I believe that my fist will always be bigger than you. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, I am convinced of that. ”

Stronk finally lowered his head, but a smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Bet right.

"Now, go and bring me Chama's ring, and let your disgusting ghouls disappear from my presence, I need to rest. ”

After saying this, Lear sat down and ignored Stronk, he had consumed too much mana in this battle, and he urgently needed to meditate to relieve the severe pain in his head - the nerve spasm caused by mental overdraft.

As for the reason for accepting Stronk, the death knight, in addition to the fact that he really needs to bury a nail in Tiga, I also want to know what kind of surprise this legendary war scumbag can bring him.

Perhaps, the legend of the zombie dragon kingdom will be true.

The group of people was still watching this scene in amazement, and they couldn't figure out why the enemy suddenly turned against each other, and why the enemy suddenly turned into allies, but Lear obviously had no intention of explaining, only Adela sat down on the spot after signaling everyone to rest in place, this battle was also very draining for her, and Stronk stood honestly five meters away from Lear after taking Chama's ring and waited - he didn't want to face the barbarian's hostile eyes and sharp axe blades.

It wasn't until an hour later that Lear opened his eyes from deep meditation, of course, such a short time was not enough for him to recover all his magic power, and the surrounding air also contained a lot of dead air and elemental impurities, rashly absorbing too many of these things would make people become crazy.

All he needed was some magic to regain his mental strength, and it wasn't difficult to do that.

Seeing Lear open his eyes, Stronk, who had been staring down at his toes, immediately showed a flattering expression, and handed it to Haag with the spatial ring of Chema in both hands.

Apparently he quickly adapted to his new identity, but any expression on his ugly face would have an inexplicable stomach-churning feeling.

"Your Excellency, what you want. ”

Stronk bent his body humbly, he didn't take a single step and walked directly in front of Lear, knowing that Hag wouldn't let him do that at all, and of course he didn't care about it at all.

Any groveling is acceptable for the sake of strength and dreams.

Haag glanced at Stronk with disdain, the honest and simple barbarians are very repulsive to this kind of villain who eats the lord and seeks glory, they will respect the enemy who fights valiantly on the battlefield, but they will sneer at the cowardly who flee, this is the nature of the race, even if this person surrenders to Lear.

After taking Chema's ring from Haag's hand, Lear's mental power moved slightly, and a large number of scattered items fell in front of him, most of them were things used by necromancers, potions, witchcraft scrolls, and some unknown utensils, only a small amount of gold coins and some mercury and sulfur, it seemed that Chama was not rich, and there were even fewer things useful to Lear.

Lear glanced up at Stronk, which meant why Chama was so poor.

"Most of Chama's things are in the cemetery, she is very careful, her usual research and rest are carried out in the spirit tomb, and I am not allowed to go near that place, but as far as I know, she has just taken over this territory, and most of the existing resources and wealth are used to create those yin spirits, so there is not much storage, and maybe those things are not of much use to adults. ”

Stronk replied cautiously, and in a slightly more useless tone, those things were very valuable to him, but as a new loyal soldier he was not in any position to ask Lear for anything, so he had to pretend to be a casual reminder.

As soon as he said that Lear suddenly remembered that there was still something to deal with, and sure enough, he looked up at the sky, and the huge ghost was only half of its body left at the moment, but it was still hovering in the sky and wailing and did not leave, it seemed that they were also homeless after Chema died.

"Can you handle those things?"

Lear pointed to the top of his head.

"Yes, Your Excellency, but I need you to give me something. ”

Strong cautiously pointed to a green bone flute in front of Lear, and it seemed that this was the way that Chama communicated with the Yin Spirits.

After Lear threw the bone flute to Stronk, he didn't start using it immediately, but walked far away until he was at least a hundred steps away from everyone before picking it up and putting it to his mouth, but when Lear heard the sound coming from the bone flute, he understood why Stronk did it.

It's so sharp and harsh.

After a few brief sharp notes, the cloud of yin spirits swirling in the sky turned into a blurred gray shadow again, and they slowly landed behind Stronk, as if they had already recognized him as their master.

After walking back with the gray shadow, Stronk carefully handed the bone flute back to Lear, but Lear refused.

"Here you go, and put away your hypocrisy in front of me later, if it's something that helps you and doesn't work for me, you can just say it, but if you like to show off your cunning, I don't mind letting you taste my fists. ”

Lear said indifferently, but scared Stronk so much that he didn't even dare to say it.

After going through the contents in front of him again, Lear put away some of the things that were useful to him, and then threw the ring to Stronk along with the sorcery scrolls, and put a magic mark on the other party's body - those scrolls were of no use to him for the time being, and if they were not disposed of properly, they would cause great trouble, after all, in the living world, all the darkness related to necromancy must be destroyed.

"This is the start-up capital I gave you, and what the future path will be like is your own business, but you remember one thing, all your achievements are given by me, including your current life, if I want it in the future, you know what to do.

And that magic sigil makes it easy for me to find you, and of course it's easy to remove, but if you do, then I'll assume you've betrayed me, and I don't need to tell you what the consequences are. If you still have any requirements, ask for them now, and if not, you can go. ”

Lear looked at Stronk coldly, because he understood that it was useless to be gentle with this kind of person, you can only let him feel your strength and majesty all the time, he will become more and more loyal to you, and if one day let him feel that his fist is bigger than you, it will be the time to devour the lord.

But Lear is confident that day will never come.

"No, my master. I will take my leave, if you have any needs in the future, you can come to Crow City to find me, I believe that at that time you will be satisfied with the decision you made today. ”

Strong bowed deeply to Lear, then turned and strode away.

"Let's go. ”

Lear stopped paying attention to Stronk and turned and flipped onto his mount.

"Our future is ahead of us. ”

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