The Prophet of Death was very appreciative of Yu Wenlie's humble and arrogant attitude, and a faint flash of relief flashed in his expression, and he said with deep meaning: "Lord Yanhuang is a smart person, you should have guessed it, right?"

Yu Wenlie frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty: "Recently, I heard that the Forsaken Alliance and the Black Dragon Clan are at war, Lord Prophet will not come to hire us Yan Huang to deal with the Black Dragon Clan!" Yu Wen Lie's position on himself is still very low, and his Yan Huang Legion is not even qualified to plug his teeth in front of the two behemoths of the Forsaken Alliance and the Black Dragon Clan.

The Dark Prophet bowed his head and said, "Captain Yuwen is really smart!"

Yu Wenlie almost jumped up from his seat, and then said with a wry smile: "Lord Prophet, my regiment is run by a small capital, and it is okay to be a gangster in the chaotic circle, although my regiment has promised not to refuse any employment, but you don't really think that we can help you in the battle between you and the Black Dragon Clan, do you?"

The Death Prophet seemed to be deaf to Yu Wenlie's sarcasm, and said indifferently: "Hire your Banshee King Your Majesty, our Forsaken Alliance is willing to give out one million superb crystal coins, 500,000 low-level waste soldiers, this is just a deposit, I heard that the Yanhuang Regiment is buying waste soldiers, if the matter is completed, I can give you another 50,000 Dark Ranger waste soldiers, 30,000 death horse waste soldiers, and 80,000 forgotten banshee waste soldiers!"

Yu Wenlie couldn't help but stand up from his seat, and made a big deal! Absolutely a big deal! Yu Wenlie felt that this commission was enough to sell himself, I am afraid that he would not be able to earn this money for ten years, this money will be made into a Yanhuang regiment will be exchanged for a shotgun for an earth cannon, and he can really gain a foothold in the Dark Clan, even if he fights all the belongings Yu Wenlie decides to do it, it is a big deal to attack the Black Dragon Clan's old nest, the Black Wing Nest!

Yu Wenlie cleaned up his mood and said, "Lord Prophet, I have done this business in Yanhuang!"

The Death Prophet seemed to be expecting it and said, "I know that Lord Yan Huang will accept this deal, and it is really happy!"

Yu Wenlie woke up from the huge amount of money just now and said, "I don't know Lord Prophet, what is the matter of hiring?"

The Death Prophet smiled treacherously and said, "Black Iron Castle!"

After hearing this, Yu Wenlie almost bit his tongue and lost his voice: "What! you won't really let me attack the Black Wing's nest!"

The Prophet of Death sighed and said worriedly: "A month ago, I fell into the illusion of the black dragon princess Onexia, and was attacked by the black dragon prince, and was trapped in the dragon mound dragon god space of the black dragon clan, the dragon god space was opened up by Deathwing with divine power back then, and it was composed of the laws of the earth, and the queen was trapped in it and her life and death were uncertain, a few days ago, her majesty communicated with me with her mind, and he asked me to come to you, saying that you can break through the dragon god space and save her!"

Yu Wenlie listened to the cloud mountain mist cover and said: "The Banshee King is trapped in the dragon mound, and you can't save it with the strength of the Death Prophet, let alone me in the middle stage of a small Martial Emperor!"

The Death Prophet was very affirmative: "Lord Banshee King has never missed people, she said that your understanding of the way of the earth is unfathomable, and your perception of the way of the earth is no less than that of a demigod, especially your ability to walk through the earth at will, the dragon mound is built by the Wings of Death with divine power, even if the demigod enters it, it will be suppressed, and your means should be able to rescue His Majesty!"

Although Yu Wenlie didn't know anything about the Dragon God Space that the Death Prophet said, he had entered the torrent of the aisle three times, and he had indeed never seen anyone stronger than him in the Dao of the Earth, Yu Wenlie's heart became hot when he thought of that commission, and he agreed: "Okay! I'll do this vote, but are you really so relieved of me as a nobody?"

The Prophet of Death stroked the crystal ball in his arms and said firmly: "I believe in the Banshee King, his decision will not be wrong, she has never missed someone!"

Yu Wenlie's heart moved, and he disappeared in place in an instant, and appeared on the other side of the hall for a moment, he was showing his strength to the Death Prophet, this time he planned to save the Banshee King alone, he wanted the Death Prophet to take good care of the starship, and sure enough, when he saw Yu Wenlie's earth escape, the Death Prophet was not angry if he didn't enter, and his eyes were surprised with peace of mind.

Yu Wenlie said: "I don't know where the Dragon God Space is?"

The Death Prophet tapped the crystal ball, and a green ghost floated out of it and floated towards Yuwenlie, Yuwenlie did not resist, the ghost wrapped around Yuwenlie's wrist, and Death knew first: "It will guide the direction of the Banshee King, according to my many inquiries, the dragon god space seems to be in the depths of the earth."

Yu Wenlie stretched out his hand and said: "The employment starts from now on, I hope that my Yanhuang regiment and brothers will not have any problems after I leave, but Teno and Yuwen are belligerent, you can arrange for them to go to the battlefield, and I should give you a little help!"

The Death Prophet stretched out his hand and shook Yu Wenlie's hand, which was the traditional etiquette of the mainland mercenaries and their employers: "You can rest assured that the Forsaken Alliance will not disappoint its friends!"

This is the sound of footsteps outside the hall, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and red dress, with gold-veined demon wings like a cloak on his back, walked in, but this person's pupils are scarlet with a pair of fangs, Yu Wenlie recognized that this is one of the four major clans of darkness, the fear demon king clan, the golden pattern on the demon wings indicates that this person has a very high noble blood, the night demon king is followed by a man about a meter tall, thin body and thin legs, with a pair of pointed hills, gray fluff all over his body, and his face is a little like a cat, Yu Wenlie does not dare to underestimate this person This is one of the most aggressive races in the world, the Saudi family, the fear demon king and Saudi Arabia are both pseudo-saint powerhouses, The Night Demon King entered the main hall and glanced at Yu Wenlie and the others who were sitting on it, his eyes swept over without any stop, and he reached the chair on the right in the center of the hall and said: "Lord Death Prophet, now that the queen is trapped, I will invite the master of the Saudi clan to help!

Hearing the Twilight Hammer, Yu Wenlie's eyes shrank slightly, and he got up from his seat and said, "Lord Prophet, I will retire first!"

The Fear Demon King's eyes flashed with murderous anger and shouted: "Someone! Eavesdropping on the secrets of our clan and still want to get out alive!" Nearly a hundred people poured in from outside the hall, all of them were the Fear Demon King and the Saudi Clan, all of them were in the late stage of the Martial King and above, and there were many Martial Emperors among them.

'Woo' Death Prophet erupted from countless evil spirits, evil spirits screamed and filled the hall, the Death Prophet levitated from his seat, stared at the Dreaddemon King and sneered: "Death does not change! Your Majesty is not dead yet, why? You want to join forces with the Twilight Hammer to threaten me, you want to take the place of Your Majesty, and be the master of the Forsaken Alliance, Balazar, you don't think, your Majesty spared your life back then, and now you want to rebel when Your Majesty is just besieged, but you are still a little tender when you play with me!"

Banazal's hand flashed with blood and said: "The black arrow has gone to the front line with the legion, the ghost was transferred by me just now, the two right-hand men you rely on have now left the Forgotten Capital, the prophet of death, you are scheming, I will kill you today!"