After disconnecting, Li Ziyu gave the order, and all the undead put down their work and returned to the fortress.

Liu Xingxing turned around and looked at Li Ziyu in confusion, "Boss, what happened?"

Li Ziyu smiled as he directed the mobile fortress to speed up and replied, "A friend is in trouble, I have to go save him."

Go save someone?

Liu Xingxing was stunned for just a moment, then immediately ran back. He wanted to tell his cat people to cooperate with him fully, even though it might be of no use.

He hopes that the boss he follows is a kind and loyal one. No one wants to follow a cold, heartless, selfish guy. It is a good thing to value friendship. At least it proves that he is good to his family.

That's enough.

The Undead Fortress turned, increased its speed to the maximum, and headed towards the Tab Tribe with a clattering sound.

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After getting Li Ziyu's answer, Mou Mou put down the skull in his hand. When he stood up, his body shook a little, just like a person who was squatting and suddenly stood up due to lack of oxygen. But he knew that it was not lack of oxygen, but the depletion of soul energy.

After a moment's pause, he walked out of the thatched house and looked at the tribesmen outside.

"Clan leader..." Everyone looked at him with concern. They didn't know what Mou Mou had done in the thatched house, but they could see that the clan leader's face was pale.

"My people, the people of the Tab Tribe, we will not leave. We will defend this land left by our ancestors! We will stop those traitors and use our totem poles to tell them that the power of our ancestors still exists! We still exist! We are the Tauren!"

The thick totem pole slammed heavily to the ground, making a dull thud. Mou Mou's words stirred the passion of the young tauren in the tribe. Their eyes gradually became firm and they clenched their fists.