"The undead disappeared? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"No one understands the undead better than me. They won't just disappear like that!"

"Conspiracy, it's all conspiracy!"

In the palace of the Lord of Komeilan City, the roar of the white-haired Prang continued to be heard.

After the city gates were opened today, a large number of demonized creatures returned to the city, which made the city defense army feel extremely strange. On normal days, there would be at least half of the people missing when they returned, but this time, there seemed to be no losses.

Driven by curiosity, they went up to ask and got a piece of news that surprised the city defense forces: the undead had disappeared.

There was not a single undead creature in the passage, it was clean.

Feeling something was wrong, the city defense officer immediately sent the news to White-haired Plan. White-haired Plan was also shocked. His first reaction was disbelief.

How is it possible? There are tens of thousands of undead in the passage, and they just disappeared in an instant. Is this a magic trick?

But the fact is, all the demonized creatures that came back this time said the same thing, with the same statement: there were no undead in the passage and they gained nothing.

White-haired Prang was now a little confused and didn't understand the situation. At the same time, he felt a little scared.

Now that the undead are gone, what will happen to the demonic creatures in the city?

They came here because there are undead in Comelan. If there are no undead in Comelan, what is the point of them staying in Comelan? Of course they will choose to leave, and Comelan will return to its former appearance, a marginal city.

For the ambitious white-haired Plan, since he has already felt the benefits of the city's rapid development and the beauty brought by power, he will never give up. He does not want the demonized creatures to leave. He cannot bear the grievance of Komeilan returning to its previous state because of the disappearance of the undead!

"My Lord City Lord, they said they have reached the end and found the hole where the undead came from. The hole leads to the ground." The city defense officer said helplessly as he looked at the white-haired Plan with disheveled clothes and flying hair.

No matter whether the city lord believes it or not, no matter how he roars, he cannot change the fact that the undead have left.

All they could do was think more about what to do next, either to disperse the gathered demonized creatures, or to find a way to keep them. With the current speed at which information about the undead was spreading in Komeran, they didn't have much time left, and they needed White-haired Plan to come up with an idea.

"Have you sent anyone up there to investigate? Are there any undead on the ground?" White-haired Plan staggered up to the officer, grabbed his collar tightly with both hands, and asked with red eyes.

"According to the hunters, they didn't find any undead, but they found traces left by the undead when they left." The officer leaned back hard to avoid the saliva sprayed on his face by the white-haired Plan.

They found traces left by the undead, which meant that the undead had really left.

Damn it!

What happened to these undead?

Why did you leave suddenly without telling me in advance? Aren’t we partners anymore?

The white-haired Prang loosened his grip on the officer's collar, walked back to the table with heavy steps, sat down, propped up his head, and fell into deep thought.

"Lord City Lord, what should we do now?" asked the officer.

"Let me think about it." White-haired Prang said sullenly.

"But outside..." The officer wanted to remind him that more and more people outside must know the news of the disappearance of the undead, and time is running out.

"Damn it, let me think about it! I'm telling you, I need to think about it! Get out!" The white-haired Plan suddenly raised his head, interrupted the officer, and roared like a madman.

The officer was startled. Seeing the white-haired Plan's red eyes, the spreading black blood vessels, and the faint tendency of madness, he saluted quickly and hurried out.

It was not until the officer left that the white-haired Prang took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his violent emotions.

Don't lose your mind, think carefully!

After gaining power and experiencing the beauty of power, he was absolutely unwilling to let go. He didn't care whether the undead left or not. He didn't go out to hunt the undead anyway. That was the business of demonized creatures.

What White-haired Plan really cares about is whether the demonized creatures will leave and how to keep these demonized creatures in the city of Komeilan.

The dead leave traces when they leave, and since there are traces, they can be tracked.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to break the established rules of the underground world. He wanted people to go to the ground to track down the undead. Not only the city defense forces could go, but other demonized creatures could go as long as they wanted!

He wanted to tell the other demonized creatures in the underground world that he not only had the undead here, but also had information about the undead, and it could also lead to the ground, allowing them to return to the world of their ancestors!

Yes, that's it!

In this way, his great city of Komeran will once again become the focus.

White-haired Prang figured it out: the retreat of the undead might actually be a good thing.

Now his propaganda is not just about the undead, but also about the ancestral world. You see, the same thing, as long as it is expressed in a different way, can have a better effect. This is the charm of language.

White-haired Plan laughed and called the city defense officer in to tell him his thoughts.

The city defense officer widened his eyes. It didn't matter whether to track the undead or not, but this statement was very powerful. Originally, going to the ground was not allowed in the underground world, but now the city lord was under the banner of returning to the ancestral world, which meant something else.

"City Lord, you are so great."

When the city defense officer left the city lord's mansion, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, why else would he be the city lord? His brain is really different from his own. He couldn't think of anything else. It was obviously the same thing, but the meaning expressed was completely different.

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