It was too far away, and the clearest thing I could see was a tall building, which looked like the high-rise residential buildings in my previous life. But what was the use of that? I couldn't see the other buildings clearly, and I didn't know how many undead there were. If I left like this, it would be like I had come here for nothing.
But if we go forward, it will be dangerous. If we really encounter the undead, it will be difficult to deal with. Just like last time, tens of thousands of them came at once, and who knows how many more are behind.
Bentham said as he walked, "Of course we should keep going forward. If my guess is correct, the undead should be resting now. They don't dare to come out during the day. This is an opportunity. You know, Pansy, this is a great opportunity!"
Pansy paused slightly, took two quick steps, and asked nervously, "Bentham, what do you want to do? You don't want to attack the undead, do you? He's different from the city lords we've met before. He has too many undead under his command. It's very likely that they came to this world before us, the last batch of travelers."
Coming to the table, he picked up the wine glass, took a sip, savored it, and turned around with a smile, "You're too timid. So what if they're the last batch of travelers? Do they think they can defeat us? The undead are afraid of the sun, aren't they? Look outside, the sun is so bright, we can succeed."
Pansy was still a little hesitant, "But..."
Boom.
The wine glass fell on the table. Bentham looked at Pansy with dissatisfaction. "If we don't attack them now, then when? At night? Attack them when the undead are at their strongest? Or do you just plan to walk away in disgrace?"
After saying this, seeing that Pansy's face looked a little unhappy, Bentham became smaller again, picked up a glass of wine, walked to him, put his arm around his shoulders, handed him the glass, and said with a smile, "Hey, Pansy, think about it carefully. If the Undead City Lord is really the last batch of travelers, then he must have a lot of good things. We can save a lot of trouble, right?"
As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. Pansy looked at Bentham without saying a word, but her eyes betrayed him. Money can move people's hearts. When it comes to resources, Pansy is tempted.
Seeing that familiar look, Bentham's smile deepened as he continued to bewitch her, "If we want to survive in this world, we must become stronger, stronger, and stronger. Just like in our previous lives, we needed money, and so did everyone else. So we must fight for it! This opportunity is right before us, and we can't let it go."
Pansy gritted her teeth and looked at Bentham. "How confident are you that we can defeat them? We don't have any intelligence on the undead right now."
"Hey!" Bentham let go of Pansy's shoulders, spread his hands, and laughed. "Who are we? Travelers! We are the protagonists! We won't die. This battle will be as easy as before. Those Orientals are just a resource warehouse prepared for us, aren't they?"
Thinking of the battles that had taken place before, Pansy suddenly felt relieved. He was one of the first people to follow Bentham and witnessed Bentham's rapid growth and development. By constantly attacking the indigenous tribes and individual city lords of this world, he accumulated a large amount of resources.
With his repeated successes, Bentham established the image of a god of war in Pansy's mind. He even believed that Bentham had obtained the mysterious inheritance of an ancient oriental country and was proficient in the legendary ancient "The Art of War".
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Pansy nodded vigorously.
"Haha...that's right!" Bentham was very happy to see that he had convinced Pansy, and ordered, "Forward! Let's go see those scary undead!"
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