Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 127 The Birth of the Ball King
The lord and the Wraith Ball climbed up the hillside to the east of the Phoenix Terrace, silently watching the bleak mountains and rivers and the desolate characters.

The fire on the west side of the camp had been extinguished by Master Donald. Looking from a distance, the entire Phoenix Terrace seemed to be cut off by a vertical line. The east side still maintained its original familiar appearance, but the west side was completely haunted. The rubble scorched with wisps of smoke.

Outside the east gate, under the command of Mayor Joel, the citizens of Shuangfengling temporarily set up a material distribution center.

The "Pride of the South" equipment retrieved from the scene of the Wraith Massacre was put together in a disorderly manner.

The members of the "Business Team" who were basically eating soft meals before finally found some serious work: the servants of the former Eagle's Rest Fort dipped a rag into a bucket of water to scrub the blood stained on the pile of seized goods one by one Clean it, and then hand it over to the clerk holding the account book, and they will register it in the warehouse.

As for the remaining massacre scene that was stained crimson by a huge amount of blood, Shuangfengling didn't plan to deal with it at all: the barren loess in the land of cracking souls has drank countless blood for thousands of years, and there is no more, no less. One piece.

Several Frost Maple Ridge militiamen rode on the only horses in the camp and headed west through the ruins of the fire: "Molotov rockets" only killed one "Southern Pride" ballista, and there were two more parked. In the same place, just waiting to be accepted by them with honor!

Frost Maple Ridge, which had half of the camp wiped out by flame magic, looked like a poor victim who had been starving for months in a famine year, and his eyes were full of green lights like hungry wolves—as long as there was something left to eat If war money is in their stomachs, they will definitely gobble it up without chewing!

"Your territory is thriving!" The wraith ball floated up and down like a fish float, slickly flattering.

Xia Houyan felt that the way this guy talked was very similar to the most unintelligent game-guiding AI. When the player found seven or eight barbarian camps next to his hometown, a group of barbarians had already copied sticks and surrounded him. You "Your capital is well developed, I suggest you research the 'Drama and Poetry' technology next!"

——Anyway, he looked left and right, but he didn't feel that his territory had anything to do with the word "thriving".

Especially if one considers that even the senior official Xiahou himself still has a broken leg, but after the bone was connected, Master Laurie cast an extremely amateurish "healing technique", so far he has not been able to freely To walk, you have to lean on the crutches made by Master Kobe...

No matter how he heard it, he felt that this shit ghost was fucking mocking Lao Tzu?

"Wraith Sang...uh..." The lord smacked his lips, "...do you have a name?"

"This is a profound philosophical proposition—who am I?" Wraith Ball looked into the distance melancholy, with long eyes, "Theoretically speaking, I am the collection of the grievances of all the dead on the Land of Splitting Souls for thousands of years. The memory and emotion fragments of countless living beings form together - what makes me up are humans, elves, demons, beasts, livestock, plants, and plants that have been gnawed by beasts and livestock..."

"So you don't have a name." Xia Houyan interrupted this guy's philosophical speculation.

"No." Judging from the "o(^｀)o" expression of the Wraith Ball, Ya must have shrugged his shoulders—of course, it doesn't have shoulders.

But immediately, Wraith Ball happily proposed:

"How about you give me a name?"

"Let me think about it..." Xia Houyan narrowed his eyes, "You are a ball...a very powerful ball...you can be called the 'King of the Ball'...If you want me to say, you might as well be called 'Messi' Bar!"

——In fact, he originally wanted to say "Pelé" or "Maradona", but it was not very auspicious.

After hearing the name, Wraith Lingsang happily circled in the air to show her acceptance.

Although I definitely don't know where the name "Messi" came from.

"Brother Messi, let's understand people... Ming ghosts don't speak dark words." Xia Houyan adjusted the position of his armpit crutches, and looked at the busy scene of the camp and said in a deep voice, "I believe that the vast majority of intelligent creatures will Being attracted by benefits, I also believe that there is no free lunch in the world... To put it bluntly, I don't believe that you, an extremely powerful undead creature, will serve me willingly without any benefit—this is unreasonable."

"Your thinking is very sharp!" Wraith Messi rolled around in the air, "Well, let me tell you the truth, you have an extremely profound and even frightening ghostly aura about you. I think that if you can always If I stay by your side, I might be able to get another chance to advance under the influence of this ghostly aura..."

After hearing Messi's explanation, Xia Houyan grinned and scratched his head.

The "ghost breath" in Messi's mouth must have something to do with the earth's fellow Lord Yan - as a high-ranking official in the underworld, Lord Yan has fully demonstrated his strength before, and it makes sense that his breath has a special effect on undead creatures ;
And just like magicians can advance, many monsters and magical creatures can also gain leapfrog strength through advancement—constantly becoming stronger is indeed the lifelong pursuit of these powerful creatures;
But Xia Houyan thought about it carefully, and suddenly became a little panicked: Messi, who is already extremely powerful and kills a regular army knight like a pig, and can be called the "ball king", if he advances again, what kind of terrifying existence will he become?

Lingard? !
In just a few seconds, Xia Houyan's mind turned, and he figured out his situation:
In any case, undead creatures are undead creatures. Don't look at Messi's playful smile now, maybe one day he will show his true nature and start killing, turning into a time bomb buried in his eyes.

But the problem is that due to the absolute difference in strength, the current Shuangfengling does not seem to have the right to refuse all of Messi's proposals—if Messi is determined to stay by his side, then the official Xiahou It's like a slave country forced by the US imperialism, even if it pinches its nose, it has to allow others to deploy THAAD.

I have to say that Master Spencer, who was in a cocoon, really left a hot potato for Shuangfengling before he died...

As if realizing the lord's troubles, Messi said with a hippie smile:
"Please believe that I will never hurt you. The aura on your body has a very strong suppressive effect on me... If you are really worried, otherwise, in order to promote the friendship and mutual trust between the two sides, I will give you some relief first." How about a nomination certificate, so that you can make a fortune without taking any risks?"

Hearing the word "windfall", Xia Houyan almost tilted his crutches and lost his footing.

"Details." The lord stared at Messi.

"There's a giant dragon on the Dragon Bone Peak in the east. I'll help you kill it." Messi made a proud "()" expression, "And the elf treasures guarded by that dragon belong to you!"

　In the afternoon, I received the news that it will be put on the shelves at zero o'clock on the 1st, so if there is no accident, there should be an update in a while~
　　In addition, do you know what is the concept of codes before they are put on the shelves without any manuscripts being saved? QAQ...

　　
　
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