The White Tower Council and the Wanderer Mission walked the streets of Tartarus, gargoyles, vampires, skeletons, zombies, and other undead hiding in the dark corners of the streets, watching the visitors with deep hatred. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's an uncomfortable sight. The male long-haired swordsman said, twisting his neck.

"Bear with me, don't mess around with the stakes. "The swordsman's companion was a muscular warrior monk, and with every step he took, a footprint was imprinted on the ground, and the Buddha's light phantom slowly emanated from his body.

"You're the one to endure, aren't you? Put away your divine power, we're in the heart of the house now. The swordsman grinned.

"Are you alright, Sage Tyria?" the little girl asked, worriedly, holding on to a mature elven woman.

"Ever since you entered the city, I've seen your face get worse and worse. ”

"Don't worry about Xiao Fei'er, it's just that the dead air of this city is too strong, and I haven't gotten used to it yet. Tyria touched the little girl's head.

The group of envoys led the shadows to the center of the city, in front of the huge council chamber.

The high-ranking undead dependents gathered outside the council hall immediately focused their attention on them, and the thick death aura here could already be seen with the naked eye, and some gas like a poisonous miasma swirled around the square.

"It's been a long time, White Tower Council and Wanderers. The woman of the blood clan who received it said without giving a good face.

"Hey, we also came with a desire for peace, is this the attitude of your undead?" The long-haired swordsman asked in a low voice, if all the undead were in this kind of rejection, there would be no way to talk about the next words.

"Being able to tolerate you entering this sacred place is already the result of the extra kindness of our undead, is it possible that you liars still want to ask for high-standard treatment?" The blood woman stood at the gate and said in a cold voice, obviously it was a hot summer, but the city of Tartarus was overcast and cold.

Just as the swordsman was about to attack, "Let them in." There was a long, loud sound from inside the gate.

"Yes!" the Bloodline woman turned and bowed deeply towards the gate.

"Let's go inside. ”

The bald-headed warrior patted the swordsman on the shoulder, his expression was extremely serious, and the swordsman who had been rising from fire had no choice but to suppress it when he saw this, and the people of the envoy group entered this huge and deep dark building with cautious steps.

In this circular theater-like hall, the surrounding seats were full of high-level undead who were very rare outside, and everyone in the envoy group only felt that they had entered the legendary Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, surrounded by undead powerhouses who were eyeing them, as if they would rush up and tear them to pieces at any time.

The inside and outside of the hall were like two worlds, and the dead air outside alone was already a little difficult for them to breathe, and inside this hall it was directly difficult for them, the powerhouses of the upper pyramid, to breathe, as if a mountain was pressing on their chests.

"Welcome, members of the White Tower Council and the Wanderer Legation. Van Zhuo stood up and said proudly and strongly, and there was no so-called welcome in his tone.

The pale-faced Tyria bowed slightly, and said with a strong sense of physical discomfort: "We have come with a desire for peace, hoping to reach a peace agreement with you, so as not to create another life. ”

"It's a little bit of caution on our part. With that, Tyria stepped out of the envoy with several warriors carrying large boxes.

"Save it, gold and silver treasures are of no use to our undead. Fan Zhuo said disdainfully, he actually wanted to impress the undead with mundane possessions, did they all think that the undead were as greedy as them?

Tyria shook her head slightly: "Lord of the undead, this box is not full of belongings, open it." ”

At Tyria's command, several warriors opened the stone lock of the treasure chest and lifted the lid of the chest.

A whole box of parchment scrolls lay quietly inside, without a trace of magic or gold, like a pile of ordinary parchment.

"What is this?" asked Fan Zhuo, frowning.

The rest of the legation all bowed, and Tyria stepped forward and said, "These are the title deeds that are recognized by all the powers, and they are just ordinary pieces of paper, but only with them will the land be truly available to the occupiers." ”

"The title deeds include all of your current territories, and with them the undead can be recognized by this world. Tyria said unhurriedly.

For a while, the undead on the seat began to talk to each other, even the seat at the highest level of the undead was no exception.

"What are they trying to do? Didn't they say they wanted to make us land?" said the patriarch of the House of Bruch.

"Conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy in this. Said a lich with a cold glow from his body.

"They can't be trusted, so what's the use of a little piece of paper? The pitch-black figure said.

"Patriarch Van Zhuo, I think it's better to make sure the authenticity of those scrolls first, and the rest will be discussed after that. The patriarch of Lesenlu said calmly.

Fan Zhuo nodded, he also had this idea, first to determine whether what the elf said was true, and the others were negotiating.

"Elf, anyone can just say anything, what do you do to prove that your scroll is really as useful as you say?" Van Zhuo knocked on the table, and the undead stopped talking.

"This is very simple, for example, the place where the city is located now, its real name is Sanheba, and this scroll is Sanheba's contract. Tyria took out a scroll and demonstrated.

"O elves who sleep in the earth, listen to my call, the oath of eternal pact from eternity, and I call your true name, Sanheba!"

A huge complex magic array appeared on the ground in the center of the hall, and a brown fairy slowly rose from the ground, as if the earth had awakened like a living being.

"My name is Sanheba, I have come at your beckon, Oath One, what do you ask for?" the male goblin named Sanheba floated in the air, even though the surrounding area was full of powerful high-level undead, but he could not see the slightest wave in his eyes, nor could he feel the slightest fluctuation of his feelings.

Tyria didn't answer, but looked at Fanzo in the highest seat.

"That doesn't mean anything, and a normal summoning contract can do it. Fan Zhuo said what he thought, although the goblin looked unusual, if it was a contract to summon a high-level goblin, it would be reasonable.

"Fairy Sanheba, who is the owner of this land today?" Tyria asked.

Sanheba closed his eyes, as if reading something, and after a while, Sanheba spoke: "The 126th master of Sanheba, the fourth emperor of the Iroman Empire, Flores Banzhe Iro, according to the eternal oath, his descendants will enjoy the ownership of Sanheba. ”