The leading snakeman hesitated. These minotaurs were all fat and strong, and indeed did not look like undead. Moreover, they seemed to be living well. His hesitation made the other snakemen anxious.

"Chief, we can't trust them. They are undead."

"Yes, Chief, he is lying to us!"

"The undead won't kill them, but they will kill us."

"Yeah, let's fight!"

The snakemen started to make noises, and the leader suddenly hissed, "Shut up!"

As the chief of the tribe, the leading snakeman naturally had prestige. The other snakemen quickly shut their mouths and looked at him.

The leading snakeman looked up at the undead that was still approaching, then looked at Tastuling. After hesitating for a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you ensure that the undead won't attack us?"

Hearing the tribe leader's words, the surrounding snake people trembled. The tribe leader compromised...

Tastuling nodded and said seriously, "The Lord of the Undead is not a bloodthirsty person. As long as you don't cause trouble and obey the instructions, the Undead will not kill you at will. You can rest assured about this."

The leading snakeman was still hesitant, and asked hesitantly, "Then how did you deal with the coalition forces before..."

Tastuling rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "They're courting death. Think about it, were it the Undead who attacked the coalition? They were the ones who gathered so many people and ran to the Undead Mountains. Can't the Undead fight back?"

What you said... makes sense.

After this reminder, the leading snake man suddenly realized that it was indeed the case.

Compared with the three major cancerous races, the undead are very well-behaved. He has never heard of the undead bullying other tribes. Even before this war, he had not heard of the appearance of the undead. The only reason he knew about the war was because of the propaganda of the coalition of the three major cancerous races.

Their understanding of the undead came entirely from legends, but in fact, the undead in this wasteland seemed to be different from the legends, or very different. There was no news of the undead slaughtering people along the way and conquering the wasteland wantonly. They just stayed in the Undead Mountains and behaved themselves. What was wrong with that?

"The Lord of the Undead is almost here, make your own decision." Tastuling turned his head and saw that the undead in front were not far away, so he said to the leading snake man.

The leading snakeman looked at his tribesmen who were dirty, naked, and skinny with hunger. His hands holding the knife were trembling slightly because of hunger. He turned his head to look at the burly and muscular minotaurs who were obviously living a good life, and finally made up his mind.

He wanted to take a gamble, betting that the undead would really do as the minotaur said, and would not kill them, and would even give them a safe place to stay!

If the minotaurs can make the undead accept them, then the snakemen can do it too!

"Let the tribesmen come back." The snake tribe leader suppressed his uneasiness and said slowly.

"Chief, this is not possible!"

"It's too dangerous."

"Let's fight, Chief!"

The snake people became agitated again, and each of them looked at the leading snake person with anxious faces.

"Listen to me, let them come back!" said the leading snake man as he put away the two swords in his hands.

The snake people were silent. Their hearts told them that this was not the right thing to do. It was like walking a sheep into a tiger's mouth. The undead would kill them all. But the patriarch had spoken, so how could they not listen?

This is how the tribe is. The words of the patriarch are the most effective. For a long time, everyone in the tribe has obeyed the words of the patriarch and it has become a habit. It is still the same now. The leading snake man has made a decision and they have no right to refute it.

The helpless snake people sighed and called out to their fellow tribesmen in a tribal way, asking them to return.

The fleeing snake people were obviously stunned when they heard the call. They stopped, looked back blankly, and looked at each other, somewhat confused. After hesitating for a while, they slowly turned back, cautiously and carefully.

Just as Tastuling was talking to the leading snakeman, Li Ziyu finally arrived with the undead.

Looking at those pale skeletons, those tall elite heavy hammer skeleton warriors, and the skeleton longbowmen who stopped in the distance and watched them silently with longbows in their hands, the snake people felt a chill in their hearts.

Is this the undead?

Those three cancerous races are so bold that they dare to provoke such guys. They must be tired of living.

The atmosphere was somewhat serious. Li Ziyu called ten elite heavy hammer skeleton warriors and then walked to Tastuling with confidence.

The leading snake man was stunned when he saw Li Ziyu. What was going on? There was a human mixed in with a group of skeletons, and it seemed that the skeletons were protecting that human.

When the leading snake man was looking at Li Ziyu, Li Ziyu was also looking at him. It seemed that something was wrong. It was not what he thought. This was not a complete man... Well, it was ambiguous, but the fact was that the snake man in front of him only had a human upper body. From the waist, there was a long snake tail below, and there was a leather skirt at the waist.

The average height of these male snake people is close to two meters, which is much taller than normal humans. This does not include their tails. If they lie down and measure, they would be about four meters including their tails.

"What's going on?" Li Ziyu came to Tastuling, looked at the leading snakeman, then looked at the snakeman who was slowly walking towards him in the distance, and asked Tastuling.

"There was a little misunderstanding, but it has been almost resolved." Tasturing said to Li Ziyu.

When the snake man walked halfway back, he saw the undead standing in front of him and his steps slowed down even more. Some even stopped altogether with a look of fear on his face, as if he would turn around and run away immediately if the undead made any movement.

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