Shalamanda walked out of the border of the Ice Demon Nation and galloped eastward, wiping everything on her body with a look of disgust, and if there was anything in the world that could make her vomit in disgust, it was Lucas, an ice troll covered in pus.

However, the Frozen Array has already arrived, and the sacrifice is worth it.

Shalamanda's next destination is Fort Kazan, which is not really a country, and it would be more appropriate to call it a tribe, because there is only one creature living here, and that is the mosquito.

The owner of Kazan Fort is called Ganghu, his cultivation is not very high, and he has just entered the range of the first-order great lord, but no one in the entire prison world dares to underestimate this tribe of low-level mosquitoes ruled by high-level mosquitoes, because their base is too big, and they are all soldiers. Their method of warfare is also very bloody, that is, they suck the blood of the enemy alive and dead, although every war Kazan Fort will lose hundreds of millions or even billions of people, but the recovery speed is also extremely fast, and it will multiply to a critical point in a few months.

The reason why Shalamanda chose Fort Kazan is also very simple, that is, Ganghu is stupid, strictly speaking, he should be relatively intellectually inferior, most of his actions are based on the instinct of blood, and it is easy to meet him.

Ganghu has always refused outsiders, but the woman in front of him who is full of fire makes him very uncomfortable.

"You...... Salamaanda ...... Looking for Ganghu...... What's the matter......"

Ganghu's speech was slow, and his voice sounded as if sand rubbing back and forth against metal, which sounded extremely harsh, and Shalamanda had always believed that it was due to the small size of the brain and the incomplete development of the vocal organs.

"Your Majesty Ganghu, I have come to visit you with great respect in the hope that you will be able to send troops against a man. ”

"Hehehehe...... Ganghu ...... Not subject to ...... Anyone's ...... Dispatch ......"

Shalamanda looked at the giant mosquito in front of her and felt a little disgusted.

"Your Majesty Ganghu, in that case, then I have no choice but to take my leave, and then tell the man that Kazan Fort is indeed as incompetent as you say......"

Shalamanda bowed slightly, then turned around and left, "Farewell!"

"Wait!!"

Ganghu's six long legs stabbed six holes in the ground, "Who's it...... Say...... Kazan Fort ...... Incompetent !!!"

A loud roar pierced through the sky.

Shalamanda smiled slightly, turned around and said, "Your Majesty Ganghu, I don't have any intention of commanding or dispatching you, but I just feel that this person is too angry, so I came to see you. ”

"Whew!!!!"

Ganghu gasped a few times and said, "You...... Very good...... I...... Kazan Fort ...... Kill this man!!! him...... Where?"

Shalamanda saluted again and said, "Your Majesty Ganghu don't need to be in a hurry, I will send someone to tell you his whereabouts." ”

"Good ......"

Shalamanda walked out of the muddy swamp, looked at the damp, sultry, and foul-smelling Kazan Fort behind him, and shook his head slightly, Ganghu is the best lobby among the many forces, after all, their brains are not as big as a nut.

The following itinerary made Salamanda feel a headache, where was the last place she wanted to touch, there was no one, because it was called Shadow City, the only country in the prison world where all the undead were located.

Shalamanda is well aware of the strength of the Shadow City, they have never participated in the overlord dispute, but they are the most active side in every war, because whether it is a fresh corpse, a rotting corpse, or even the remains of limbs that cannot find their owner, they are all urgently needed materials for Shadow City.

It's easy to find Shadow City, all you need to do is find a three-headed dog and let it go down the rancid stench, and when you see the earth gradually turn black and gray and the plants start to die in large numbers, Shadow City will be there.

Shalamanda doesn't need the help of the three-headed dog, as she had been to the Shadow City once, and that experience was something she would never forget.

The Shadow City is large and lively, with the streets bustling with skeletal soldiers patrolling in unison, slow-moving zombies exchanging carrion in the market, and occasionally passing by a corpse witch, everyone dodging a path and deciding their status.

Shalamanda's long flaming hair and fiery red tights made her very eye-catching in the Shadow City, and almost everyone stopped to watch, after all, there were too few living people who dared to come here.

Shalamanda was wandering around a magic hut, and she found that the magic items here were much cheaper than other places, but the boss who didn't have a trace of flesh and blood on his body kept staring at her with his empty eyes, which made Shalamanda a little awkward.

"Chick, do you want this amplifier or not?" the boss's voice seemed to come from underground.

Shalamanda shuddered, raised her eyes to look at the boss, and was about to speak, when suddenly a gust of wind blew from outside, and a faint smell of rotting corpses wafted in.

The owner of the magic hut immediately shuddered, staggered from behind the counter to the door, and fell to his knees.

Shalamanda also looked back to see a gorgeously dressed corpse witch floating in the doorway of the magic hut.

"Greetings, my lord......" The boss's voice trembled a little.

The corpse witch ignored him, but pointed at Shalamanda with his staff and said, "Daughter of the Fire God, Your Majesty wants to see you, please come with me......"

Shalamanda followed the witch to the palace, where the hall was empty, except for an old man with a pale face sitting on the throne.

The old man wears a dragon bone crown on his head, which is a token of the undead emperors of the past dynasties, called 'Hades God', the legend is that the first undead emperor made it with the help of the creator god, with this crown, the undead of the entire prison world will obey his command, and can not resist.

"Little girl, I remember you," the old man's voice was gentle and majestic, "you came to Shadow City a hundred years ago. ”

Shalamanda looked at the old man, who was not as terrible as rumored.

"Your Majesty, when I was young, I ask for your forgiveness for any offense. "Salamanda was courteous.

"Hehehe, you're very good, I didn't want to hold you accountable back then, otherwise, do you think you can live to this day?"

"Hehe," Shalamanda smiled, "Your Majesty, I know that you ordered me to be released at that time, so I dare to come to see you today." ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "What can you give me?"

This was not to Salamanda's surprise, and he had not yet said anything about the loan of soldiers, and the old man had to do the good first, did he already know my purpose?

"Your Majesty, I don't understand what you're talking about. Salamaanda also came and pretended to be stupid.

Sure enough, the old man was also stunned when he heard this, but after a while, he laughed: "I have always heard that the daughter of the fire god of the Fire Demon Kingdom is not simple, and when I see it today, I really don't deceive me!"

Shalamanda said, "Oh, and who did your majesty listen to?"

The old man restrained his smile and said: "Little girl, I have lived for too long, and what I have experienced is by no means what you can imagine, I don't like to go around the bend very much, no matter what you come to me for, as long as you can give me something that makes me interested enough, I will make a deal with you." So, what can you give me?"

Shalamanda really didn't want to deal with someone who knew too well, because then she wouldn't be able to play to her strengths.

"Your Majesty, now that the entire prison realm is in danger, no one can be left alone, a strong enemy has appeared, and the destruction of my fire demon country is imminent, so I can't promise you anything, but this battle, I hope Your Majesty can deal with it with all his might, otherwise the prison realm will change hands, this is not something you want to see, right?"

The old man shook his head and said, "This is not enough......

"If this battle is lost, the Prison Realm will become something that you and I cannot predict, which is tantamount to a catastrophe for a place of great historical significance like Shadow City. However, if the battle is won, then His Majesty will have the most formidable corpse ever created, as powerful as the body of the creator god. ”

The old man raised his head slightly, as if he had moved.

"Hmm...... Keep talking......"

Shalamanda continued: "And this war, I can assert that even if it is won, its casualties must be astronomical, and I think what this means for you, I think Your Majesty should be clear. ”

The old man's right hand began to rhythmically tap the armrest of the throne, as if calculating something.

"Little girl, what you said does interest me, but I don't want to take part in this kind of unpredictable war. ”

"Your Majesty!" said Shalamanda, a little anxious, "what exactly do you want!?"

The old man stared at Salamanda and said word by word, "Your soul!"

"My soul?"

Shalamanda wondered.

The old man licked his lips and said, "As long as you promise to dedicate your soul to me, I will pour all the country's troops to help you fight the enemy!!"

Shalamanda wondered in her heart, she knew that the undead loved to collect souls, but there was nothing special about her own souls, and they deserved to be so valued by this old fellow.

"Your Majesty, but I ......"

When Shalamanda was not sure how to respond, a voice suddenly came from the shadows behind the throne: "Because of your bloodline, your ancestor is none other than the seventh Overlord of the Prison Realm, the Fire Demon Lord Bandaru. ”

When the old man heard this, he collapsed on the throne like a deflated ball, and then glared behind him hatefully and said, "Princess Fana, why did you mess with the old man's business......"

"Hehehehe," there was a burst of laughter from behind the throne, "Kizalok, who doesn't know that you have coveted the soul fire of the Holy Land for a long time, and her soul can allow you to spiritually link with the seventh soul fire for all kinds of benefits. ”

"You!" Kizalok stood up, "you...... You, you, you...... How do you know!"

At this time, two people walked out from behind the throne, both with long snow-white hair, the one on the left was wearing a pair of delicate light armor, which set off the graceful figure, and the other was wearing a pair of golden heavy armor, a long sword studded with precious stones at his waist, and his face was extremely heroic.

At this time, Shalamanda saw the person who was coming and was astonished.

"Princess Fana, Marshal Arutmurat!!...... Why are you here!?"

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