Two consecutive questions made the atmosphere awkward. Mu Mu looked at the undead in front of him for a long time without saying a word. He felt that these two questions were so stupid, as if he was being deliberately teased.
"You know demonic creatures? Those are demonic minotaurs."
After a long silence, Mou Mou spoke again and said something that surprised Li Ziyu.
What is a demonized minotaur? Isn’t it a kind of minotaur?
He really hadn't learned any information about the demonized creatures from the chat channel. It seemed that no one else had encountered them, or rather, they had encountered them but didn't share it in the chat channel, so Li Ziyu knew nothing about the demonized creatures.
Judging from the name alone, it is not a good thing. His gaming experience in his previous life told him that anything with the word "demonized" in its name is most likely a monster, the kind that must be killed.
Perhaps sensing Li Ziyu's doubts, the skeleton undead in front of Mou Mou scratched its bald head in a very human way, and its soul fire jumped twice, as if a person was confused.
"You don't know? You really don't know anything about demonized creatures?!"
This time it was Mou Mou's turn to be surprised. Judging from the reaction of the undead, he seemed confused and puzzled. But how could this be possible? A race that makes a living in the wilderness actually didn't know about demonized creatures?
Didn’t they say before that the undead lived in the wasteland? Have they never encountered any demonic creatures? That’s impossible. Or is this guy playing a trick on him and laughing at him?
Soon, the undead in front of him sent out a message, "What is a demonized creature?"
I really don’t know!
Mou Mou exhaled two streams of air from his nose, like a human sighing, and looked at the undead in front of him with strange eyes. "You undead are really weird. Demonized creatures are creatures that have been overly infected by demonic energy. They are bloodthirsty and violent. Many demonized creatures have even lost their sanity, unable to think normally or communicate. They will wantonly attack the tribes in the wasteland. They are the enemy of all races in the wasteland."
Demonized creatures would appear in the wasteland from time to time. Because these guys were extremely aggressive and attacked regardless of race, every time they saw a demonized creature, the races living in the wasteland would rise up in resistance and kill them directly.
Mu Mu didn't know where the demonized creatures came from, but he knew that these guys were very dangerous and difficult to deal with. If you meet them, it will be troublesome.
Sure enough, adding the word "demonized" means a monster. Li Ziyu turned his head to look at the demonized minotaur corpse on the ground, touching his chin. He wondered what kind of materials would be obtained after these guys were decomposed. He was a little curious.
"Are there many demonized creatures in the wasteland?"
"I can't answer that question. Our tribe's activities are limited to this area, and we've never encountered any demonic creatures before."
Mou Mou felt more and more that the undead in front of him was weird, completely different from the legend. Not only did he not kill mindlessly, but he was full of rationality and not difficult to communicate with. If you didn't look at his appearance, you probably wouldn't know that he was an undead.
The other party's appearance did not bring disaster to the tribe, but instead helped them to solve the problem of the demonized tauren. It seems that he is a friend, not an enemy.
It is always difficult to survive in the wilderness without friends and allies. Mou Mou suddenly had a bold idea. He wanted to make friends with these undead.
When this thought came to him, he was shocked. Making friends with the dead was probably an idea that no one else had ever thought of. It was too crazy.
Mou Mou shook his head, trying to get rid of the idea.
The undead looked at him shaking his head, tilted his head in confusion, and sent a message, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to make friends with you." Mu Mu subconsciously expressed his thoughts, and then realized that something was wrong. He looked at the undead nervously with his eyes wide open, blaming himself in his heart for saying it so casually.
Make... friends?
Li Ziyu, who was looking out the window, blinked his eyes. He was a little stunned at first, but then he reacted and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Making friends is good, I like making friends!
Who is the other party? A minotaur, the native of the alien wasteland, who has always lived on this land. Not to mention what kind of supplies he can provide for himself, just talking about the intelligence, he is worth making friends with. He is a local snake and must know more than a time traveler like himself.
Having indigenous people as friends allows you to obtain a lot of information directly without having to spend money to buy it, nor do you have to keep an eye on the chat channel all the time. This is a good thing.
Moreover, the Tauren live in the wasteland, so maybe they can find a way out of the wasteland. If they can give me a map or something, I can leave here, right?
Li Ziyu quickly asked the undead to deliver the message, "We undead are a very friendly race and like to make friends."
The information was transmitted into Mu Mu's soul. He smacked his lips and the flesh on his face trembled. Undead, a friendly race?
Skeleton frame + soul fire, how can you look friendly? The whole wasteland is spreading stories about your brutality and horror, the kind that can stop a child from crying. Don't misunderstand yourselves!
Mou Mou was silent for a moment, and turned his head to look behind him. There, his people were looking at him with worry in their eyes. Behind him was his tribe. He turned to the undead again, clenched his fists, slowly loosened them, and then slowly clenched them again. Two thoughts were fighting in his mind. Is making friends with the undead good or bad? This is a gamble.
If they win the bet, they will get asylum. If they lose, their clan will probably join the undead, well, become skeletons.
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