After reaching this conclusion, the village chief broke out in a cold sweat and felt terrified.

They are on the border and cannot compare with their overlords. They do not have such strong combat power, and they cannot ignore the legendary evil and terrifying incarnation of death, the Undead.

The Undead's practice of establishing a temporary gathering place made the surrounding villages cautious and they all entered a state of alert, defending against possible attacks and at the same time passing on the news of the Undead.

The sudden appearance of the undead was no longer something they could control.

Normally, some races can reach the central area through the wasteland and death land, but those races often become very weak because of the baptism of the wasteland and death land, and even their population will drop sharply.

The border villages loved this kind of race because it meant they could make a lot of money.

When nothing happens, the village is peaceful and harmonious, but when outsiders come, they don't mind turning into bandits and plundering.

The villagers are numerous and powerful, and they often win by relying on their numerical advantage.

Of course, the arrival of a powerful tribe cannot be ruled out.

If they encounter a powerful tribe that they cannot resist, they will report the news, and the overlord race will then send a more powerful army to suppress these powerful tribes.

If the strong tribes can hold out, they can gain a place in the central area.

In fact, almost no one can resist it.

This is an unequal battle.

But this time things were different. The Undead were something they had never seen before, and it seemed that the Undead did not suffer any harm when they crossed the wasteland and death land. They remained intact and were even able to destroy the village of the Red-Eyed Rabbit People.

Must report!

The news soon spread to the nearest ratman city-state, Ilemaha.

Ilemaha, the ground city, the city lord's mansion.

The adjutant stood in front of the two thick wooden doors of the office, holding an animal skin scroll that almost covered his face. He paused, shook the animal skin scroll hard to make sure it would not fall, and then kicked open the door of the office.

This is a suite office with an area of ​​nearly 200 square meters. It not only has a work area, but also a bedroom, bathing area, and exercise area. It is also the place where the lord of the Ilmaha underground city spends the most time.

He walked into the office holding the scroll and came to a long solid wood table that was four or five meters long. The table was piled with various scattered scrolls. The adjutant stuck his head out and searched for a long time. He laboriously cleared out an area on the table and piled the scrolls on it.

"What's this?"

"Tell me, what is this!"

“How come there are so many documents!”

The rustling sound of the scrolls made the Lord of Ilemadi City, who was busy with official business, raise his head. Just one look made him let out a deafening roar.

He pointed at the pile of newly reported scrolls, then looked at his adjutant, his face full of unbearable expression.

The adjutant, on the other hand, had a calm expression and was not in a hurry. It seemed that he had been familiar with the city lord's situation for a long time and even guessed his reaction.

The city lord grabbed a scroll and gripped it so hard that the parchment wrinkled. He waved the parchment and shouted, "Resign! I resign! I refuse to be the city lord anymore!"

"Everything has to be sent to me. I've had enough! Are those guys down there a bunch of gluttons who only know how to eat? They even have to ask me about something like planting trees?"

"Look at what this is, a murder case? Why is a murder case placed before my eyes? What does the Xunwei Station do? Why not hand it over to them!"

After roaring for ten minutes, the city lord was slightly panting, but the adjutant remained calm. He pulled out a scroll and placed it in front of him.

"What is this, and what are you going to do?"

Even as he said this, the city lord spread out the animal skin scroll and subconsciously read the words on it.

The animal skin scroll recorded a piece of information coming from the border. Several villages on the border sounded the alarm at the same time, saying that they had seen the undead, and that the undead had settled around them. In order to prevent danger, they specifically reported to the ratmen, hoping that the ratmen would send warriors to the border to wipe out the undead.

"Ancestor, are you kidding me?"

"Undead, there are still people who believe in legends of the undead!"

"If you ask me, they should be caught and hanged! Hang them!"

"Are you thinking I'm not busy enough and want to find something for me to do?"

Although he was cursing, the city lord's expression became very solemn, and his big eyes rolled around.

The city lord is a very typical ratman, who looks like a big rat that has become a spirit. The ratmen are beast-headed people with pure big rat heads. They are not powerful themselves, but they are very smart.

It is precisely because of their intelligence that the ratmen have developed from a weak race to what they are today - a powerful race in the central area.

No matter how angry the city lord is, his intelligence remains.

The shouting and cursing gradually died down and disappeared. The adjutant calmly reached out his hand and pushed the ink beside him towards the city lord.

The city lord skillfully grabbed a small piece of animal skin paper, dipped his fingers in the ink, and began to write on the animal skin paper with his fingernails.

"What's with all those guys on the border?"

"They should all be hanged!"

"It can be used for experiments. Isn't the laboratory always short of test subjects?"

As he wrote, he began to chatter again.

After finishing writing, he grabbed a seal, licked it with his tongue to make it moist, then pressed it hard on the animal skin paper and threw it to the adjutant beside him.

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