These undead not only can communicate, but also have a name, Li Ziyu, this name is so strange. Mu

Mu was strange in his heart, but his face did not show an expression, but smiled and shook hands with the bone undead in front of him.

The Minotaurs are a real race, they recognize you as a friend, then they will not change, they will have a sincere fellowship, they belong to the ranks of honest people, and there is no need to suspect them of cheating or cajoling.

Known aborigines which are humble and can coexist, which are treacherous and cunning, not easy to get along with, the chat channel has been sorted out by a great god, the minotaur belongs to the former type, it is very worthy of the first echelon of friendship, can get the friendship of the minotaur, belongs to luck.

In the words of the great god, the minotaur belongs to the humble, the loyalty thief is high, and the character is a little fierce, but there is something really good and can be dealt with.

The small Minotaur tribe and the weak Undead Lord at this time formed a friendship. The

clansmen of Mu Mu in the rear were stunned, they felt that the patriarch of the family had lost his heart and made friends with the undead, that was the undead, it was the undead who represented death and fear, and it was not impatient to make friends with them. Mu Mu had his own plans, he turned his head to

look at his people, shook his head slightly, signaled them not to make a sound, then turned his head and stretched out his hand in the direction of the tribe, “Welcome new friends, invite the undead lord to come to my tribe as a guest.”

His actions are crazy and bold, the tribe is their root, even if the usual transaction will not let the caravan enter the tribe, will not let outsiders understand the situation in the tribe, in order to avoid a crisis, but this time, Mu Mu invited the undead to enter the tribe, which is his sincerity.

The bone undead in front of him was stunned, his soul was beating, and he seemed to be thinking, and then the neck bone made a clicking sound, turning to the direction of the moving castle, Mu Mu was puzzled in his heart, and his eyes looked over.

Saw that on the tall building that towered, a figure appeared, and all the undead showed a respectful look at the moment when the figure appeared (don’t ask how to see it, anyway, Mu Mu has such a feeling), the undead who originally blocked the front of the fortress retreated one after another, giving way to a road, and the figure came out of the building and slowly moved forward along the road that the undead gave way. Mu Mu looked at the figure, the

bull’s eye gradually widened, Fang Cai he was wondering, he just shouted casually, there were undead stopped to communicate with him, the undead looked no different from other undead around, and there was no stronger momentum, but it was the undead lord.

When did your luck become so good?

But now he understood that it was not the undead lord who had been communicating with him, but the spokesperson of the lord, and the one who was walking towards him was the real lord… A human?

It seems to be even more outrageous ha.

The undead are not as ferocious as the legend, they can communicate normally, and their lord, a human being, is so chaotic.

Since crossing into the other world, Li Ziyu has hardly left the Moving Castle, and most other lords are the same, for these traversers, the world outside the Moving Castle is strange, dangerous, and a place that can really make them feel safe, only the Moving Castle, for the sake of small lives, they easily do not appear outside.

For the friendship of the minotaur, Li Ziyu left the fortress, he felt that he should meet each other in person, friends, should be sincere, if even his true face is hidden, why should the other party believe in himself?

All the way forward along the path made by the bone undead, everywhere he walked, the bone undead bent slightly and bowed to him.

Under the moonlight, above the wasteland, surrounded by the bones and undead, Li Ziyu walked unimpeded to the Minotaur Patriarch Mou Mu and looked up at him.

Forehead…… If you don’t raise your head, his height has not yet reached the chest of others, the average height of the minotaur is close to three meters, the giant of the eight meridians, Li Ziyu is less than one meter eight, not enough to see in front of people, can only raise his head. Mu

Mu looked down at the human who walked in front of him, and surprise flashed in the bull’s eyes, “You are the real undead lord?” A human?

Li Ziyu nodded, with a smile on his face, and looked up at the minotaur, “Yes, like a fake bag.” The

minotaur is good, this muscle, look powerful, bulging biceps, so that the arms look thicker than the waist of a normal person, even if you don’t use weapons, just with the pair of horns on the top of the head, you can fight with the enemy, a natural warrior.

Getting closer, Li Ziyu saw more clearly, and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

When I used to play games, I often saw characters like the Minotaur, but after all, it was a game, and now it’s good, seeing it alive, it feels different, more oppressive, just like the kind of person I saw in the gym who specializes in training muscles, the physique is really domineering. The

lizardmen have seen it, the minotaurs have also seen it, will the other orcs be far away… Wait, it seems that something is wrong. Well, the

lizard man is the appearance of a lizard, although the minotaur is mostly like a human, but the head is a bull’s head with long horns, and the feet are cow’s hooves, so what about fox people, snake people, will not fox people have fox heads, snake people have snake heads, right?

Li Ziyu suddenly felt that his sweet dream seemed to be shattered, think of having a protruding front and back, attracting people to crime, but with a fox head, think of the enchanting, charming snake man opened his mouth to reveal poisonous fangs, and spit snake letters.

Huh~~~ He shivered. Mu

Mu looked at Li Ziyu who silently looked at him, his eyes were strange, the face of the undead lord changed too quickly, and… Fang Cai shivered, could it be said that the night in the wasteland was too cold to feel it.

What is going on? I

can’t help but worry in my heart, although I know that just now, the undead are all sane and can communicate, but who knows if the undead will convulse halfway, and whether it is sloppy to make friends with them? Mu

Mu’s fists clenched and asked with some concern, “Undead Lord?

“Huh? Yes! You don’t have to mind if you think of something. Li Ziyu clearly saw the tangled and nervous look on the minotaur’s face, and explained with a smile. Mu

Mu was slightly relieved and nodded, “Then, go to my tribe?”

“It’s better to be respectful than to obey.” Li Ziyu replied. Mu

Mu turned around and walked towards his own people, Li Ziyu followed behind him, and the undead also moved their feet and hula followed.

“Go, go back to the tribe.” Mu Mu came to the clansman and said.

“Patriarch, really take the undead to the tribe?” A minotaur glanced at Li Ziyu and leaned over to Mu Mu’s side and asked in a low voice.

“Otherwise, they are now our friends.” Mu Mu bites the word friend, and the minotaur is very stubborn, but if they recognize their friend, they will not betray, this is their character.

“But… They’re the undead. The minotaur was still worried.

“At least not a demonized creature.” Mu Mu sighed helplessly and said.

If he is allowed to choose between the demonized creatures and these undead behind, he will definitely choose these undead, after all, the undead helped them, and they are not as brainless to kill as the legend says, which is better than the demonized creatures. The patriarch

said this, and the other minotaurs stopped speaking, silently following the patriarch around, leading the undead to their tribe.



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