I just want to live an ordinary life with the power of the protagonist

Chapter 30 30. I'm thinking about it
Yes, Wang Bo succeeded.

He successfully disturbed the sleep of the undead, summoned them to the world, and controlled them, turning the group of undead into his own warriors.

When the living people in Hamna Tower saw this scene and saw the undead all over the sky, they all looked as pale as Evelyn.

Even O'Connor, who thought he was daring, was full of fear when he saw these undead.

Especially when he saw that there were many familiar characters among the group of undead.

Some people, he can even name them.

"Andre, Mousse, Lucerne, Lark..."

These are his comrades.

Three years ago, they found Hamna Tower together, but everyone was buried here, except for him and Benny who escaped, everyone died.

O'Connor did not expect that he would see the ghosts of his comrades who had died for three years today.

But the group of undead didn't notice O'Connor.

After all, they were nothing but a group of undead, and they didn't even know how much their memories were missing. Of course, it was impossible for them to recognize O'Connor.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The appearance of the undead made the descendants of the pharaoh's guard feel bad. A man with tattoos on his face screamed vigorously. He knew very well that if the undead rushed up in a swarm, their group might be completely wiped out. .

So at this time, we can only retreat.

Although he hadn't heard the saying that if you stay in the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood, but you have similar thoughts.

As a result, the descendants of the guards began to retreat one after another.

Wang Bo didn't command the undead to kill the guards, he didn't even order the undead to kill.

After all, they are tomb robbers, using the treasures left by the tomb owner to kill the descendants of the tomb owner, this kind of thing is too vicious, Wang Bo can't do it.

Since the opponent is willing to retreat, Wang Bo will certainly not kill them all.

However, if the other party would rather die than retreat, then Wang Bo has no choice, after all, he doesn't want to die either.Fortunately, the other party was a self-aware guy, and when he saw something he couldn't do, he backed away immediately.

After seeing the descendants of the guard escape from Hamna Tower, Wang Bo held the Black Book of the Dead and lifted the spell.

A gust of dark wind blew in, one after another the undead got into the ground and disappeared.

The army of undead that had infiltrated people seemed to have never appeared before.The chilly aura gradually changed from thick to weak, and disappeared without a trace in just a few minutes.

At this time, a few Americans came over, each with lingering fear and disbelief, "What happened just now, I really want to see a lot of troops?"

"Is that an undead?"

"This place is too evil."

"Who is it that attacked us, O'Connor?"

O'Connor felt a little downcast when he saw his dead companions, and said casually, "They are the descendants of Pharaoh's guard." Then he sat down on a rock, dazed.

Several Americans looked at me and I looked at you, and were at a loss for a while.

Laura came out from behind the stone pillar, holding a gun in her hand, looking around vigilantly, and was relieved when she saw that the enemy had indeed left.

Jonathan limped back and said loudly: "Guys, what happened just now, I really want to see a lot of ghosts!"

When he was running away just now, he accidentally fell and his right knee hurt a little.

Evelyn said: "That's the undead summoned by Wang Bo. He frightened the enemy away and saved us."

Jonathan couldn't help but said gratefully: "Thank you so much, you saved my life."

"you are welcome."

Wang Bo waved his hands holding the Black Book of the Dead in his hand. The heavy Black Book of the Dead was in his hand, not much heavier than a piece of rag.

As soon as Dr. Dennis came over, he heard the conversation and couldn't help exclaiming, "Oh my God, the legend is true. The Black Book of the Dead really has the power to resurrect the dead."

When several Americans heard this, they couldn't help but glanced at each other.

If it was before the enemy attacked, they did not believe in magic in this world.But now, after seeing it with their own eyes, they had no choice but to believe it was true.

"That book can really bring the dead back to life?" asked a tall American.

Professor Dennis nodded, "That's the legend."

There was a hint of greed in the American's eyes, "Oriental, did you summon those undead just now? Can you bring the dead back to life?"

Wang Bo gave him a cold look, piercing through the little thoughts in his heart.

The American continued: "Exactly, many of us have been killed, why don't you resurrect them."

Without even thinking about it, Wang Bo said, "Sorry, I refuse!"

If he resurrected the group of Egyptians killed by the descendants of the guards here, Imerton, the undead who had been dead for thousands of years, would also be resurrected.

When the time comes, the ten disasters will come and the world will be turned upside down. How could Wang Bo let this happen.

"Don't be so cruel, Orientals." The tall American said: "These Egyptians all have their own wives and children. If they die here, their families will suffer disaster. If you can resurrect them, say It might save countless families."

When Wang Bo heard this, he looked at this American with admiration.

Because this guy is very good at talking, he didn't threaten, lure, or despise, but from a humanitarian perspective, he hoped that he could save some dead Egyptians and save some families.

Although there is a kind of feigned compassion for cats and mice, it does not deny that these words have the upper hand in moralism.

No one can say that one is not.

pity……

"I've said it, I refuse." Wang Bo couldn't kill more people because of some people. Once Imerton is resurrected and the ten plagues come, God knows how many people will die on the land of Egypt.

Not everyone can survive ten disasters.

More importantly, Wang Bo didn't want to die yet.

He is not ruthless, but he is not willing to make fun of his own life, not to mention that this group of people were sold by the Americans for money. When they entered Hamna Tower, they had already stepped into the gate of hell.

The tall American was a little helpless, because he found that Wang Bo was simply not good at anything.

"Okay, let's say a few words less." At this moment, another American came over, stopped his companion, and dragged him away.

Several Americans left one after another, but judging from their appearance, they did not seem to give up.

O'Connor stood up, and said to Wang Bo: "It seems that they have missed you."

"It's okay." Wang Bo said nonchalantly.

(End of this chapter)