That life was so wonderful, he was a winner in life, and all he had to do was enjoy life. But who would have thought that he would inexplicably travel to another world, fight with a group of natives every day, and always walk on the edge of danger, and could lose his life at any time.

He did not have the ambition of Bentham. His idea was very simple, which was to return to his previous life, a life without danger, with enough wealth for him to squander, and preferably with a few more beautiful women around him.

When bullying the indigenous people, they basically figured out the other party's background and then launched a surprise attack. When they were outnumbered and the other party was unprepared, they would directly capture it, plunder the other party's resources, and leave.

Including the several times I encountered time travelers before, they were all like this. After determining that the other party was weak, vulnerable, and unfamiliar with the alien world, they would suddenly attack, catch the other party off guard, destroy the other party's main building as quickly as possible, kill the lord, and take away the resources.

But the situation is different now. The other party is obviously not a weakling. Just looking at the vast and dense army of undead, their strength exceeds that of theirs. Can they bully them? At this time, they should choose to escape, run as fast as they can!

But Bentham seemed to be crazy. He didn't listen to his advice at all and insisted on coming. Now they were facing each other, what should he do?

He originally thought that Bentham had some secret weapon, but he kept talking about games. What a damn game. If I die in another world, then I'm really dead. It can't be like the game. I'll create an account and play again.

Pansy still didn't want to go to war with the undead. Fear was almost written all over his face. Seeing this, Bentham shook his head and said, "We may not be defeated. Okay, Pansy, I will negotiate with them first. If they are willing to give us some resources, then we won't fight."

After all, they were allies, and Bentham didn't want to make things too awkward, so he had to take a step back, hoping that Pansy could understand him. If not, there was no need to say more.

Pansy hesitated, but nodded. "Okay, if you can avoid fighting, it's best not to fight him. He's not someone you'd want to mess with."

Bentham shrugged and didn't take Pansy's words to heart. He was not blind and he could see the other party's strength. He didn't need Pansy to remind him.

He summoned a gnoll scout and asked him to negotiate on his behalf.

The werewolf scout held a stick with a piece of white cloth tied to it and rushed towards the undead fortress in a hurry. Bentham was not afraid of the undead attacking the scout. The other party was also a time traveler and must understand what it meant to raise a white flag.

Li Ziyu stood on a high place and saw the werewolf running towards him with a white flag. He raised his eyebrows and sent a skeleton undead to contact him.

A gnoll and an undead came to the center of the two fortresses, had a brief exchange, and then turned around and returned to their own mobile fortresses.

Bentham was no fool, he had no intention of actually asking the Jackal to help him negotiate, that would be too much trouble, and he didn't have a cell phone or anything like that. He sent the Jackal over just to let him tell the other party his ID and ask them to add him as a friend in the system.

The speed of information transmission on the undead side is obviously much higher than that of the jackals. Whatever the other party said, the undead directly transmitted it to Li Ziyu through soul transmission.

Add friend?

Then just add it.