But later on, they took in many orphans and trained them as their successors.
Until now.
The people in the temple come from various races. They no longer have the power they had at the beginning, but instead possess extremely powerful individual strength.
After countless years of accumulation, the Holy Hall has no shortage of resources and can easily cultivate strong people.
Li Ziyu nodded as he listened.
Wow, the central area is quite complicated. There is such a hidden organization. It’s like being in a movie.
Maintaining peace in the Central Zone?
If nothing unexpected happens, it must be the enemy.
After all, what Li Ziyu wants is to conquer the entire central area, and all races will be under the rule of the undead.
Everyone is at peace, but Li Ziyu doesn't feel that he has the ability to conquer these powerful tribes with the help of the Undead.
We have finally created some chaos, but if these guys mess things up, we won’t be able to achieve our goal.
After the troll shaman finished speaking, Li Ziyu asked, "From what I understand, the various tribes are currently fighting fiercely. The ratmen are attacking the trolls, and they themselves are being attacked by the harpies. It's a two-front war. Why don't you go after them, but instead come to trouble me?"
This made him very confused.
I can be considered to have joined the war relatively late. Even if I want to maintain peace, I can't find the Lord of the Undead.
If you want peace, you should at least deal with races like trolls and ratmen.
In response to Li Ziyu's question, the Troll Shaman didn't hide anything and said directly, "The Ratman paid for it."
Li Ziyu's face darkened, and he couldn't help but say, "Aren't you still a killer organization? You help whoever pays the most!"
The troll shaman's expression froze slightly as he explained, "That's not the case. We are responsible for mediation. If you don't follow our advice, we won't attack you."
Listen, listen, what do people say?
I am the Lord of the Undead after all. If you say I will listen to you, I will listen to you. Do I still have any face left?
This face is too big.
Thinking of a possibility, Li Ziyu asked again, "If you go to the Rat People directly, will they agree to stop?"
This time the troll shaman didn't hesitate and immediately said, "Yes!"
Li Ziyu looked surprised and asked, "Really? Don't the ratmen have any experts? Won't they beat you to death?"
The troll shaman shook his head. "I will not appear before the Skaven King. I will leave him a letter. If he does not stop, I will kill him."
Li Ziyu narrowed his eyes and looked at the troll shaman speechlessly, "Isn't this still a killer? By the way, why do you dare to come to me so brazenly?"
The troll shaman said somewhat embarrassedly, "Because I am not familiar with the undead."
Good job.
I am quite satisfied with your answer.
How long have the undead been in the central area? If the Holy Temple can find out their details within this short period of time, then Li Ziyu will feel terrified.
After thinking for a while, Li Ziyu asked the troll, "How many people are there in your temple now?"
The troll kept silent, staring at Li Ziyu.
He could tell Li Ziyu what was going on in the temple, but he could not tell Li Ziyu the specific situation inside the temple.
What I just said is all allowed by the temple.
That's all the other races know.
But when asked how many people there were in the temple, that definitely could not be told.
This is a confidential matter and cannot be told to others.
Seeing this, Li Ziyu was amused and raised his hand to threaten, "Do you want mercy or do you want a big fuss? Choose for yourself."
Why are they so similar to the villains in European and American movies?
Anyway, if you ask, I won’t tell you.
Just show your loyalty.
But as long as you hit me or scold me, I will answer whatever you ask like pouring beans.
Li Ziyu never figured out why. Was she being servile? She had to be beaten before she would behave herself.
The troll shaman looked at him calmly and said softly, "I choose mercy."
Li Ziyu was stunned for a moment, his hand raised in the air froze there, and he asked again as if he hadn't heard clearly, "What did you say just now?"
The troll shaman spoke again in that calm voice, "I say, I choose mercy."
Putting down his hand, Li Ziyu narrowed his eyes and tutted his words, "Change people, Damenlevsky, Bepta, I leave this guy to you, tell him everything he knows."
Li Ziyu has no problem threatening with a big pussy bag, but when it comes to forcing a confession, Li Ziyu feels that he is not capable of it.
After all, his previous life was a peaceful society, and he was not a vicious criminal. He really couldn't bring himself to torture and extract confessions.
After handing the troll shaman to the two of them, Li Ziyu stood up and left.
Walking out of the secret room, Li Ziyu looked at Zhang Peng who was waiting outside.
"Get ready for war."
"Have you completed your research? What's going on in the Holy Temple?"
"I'm still asking Damenlevsky and Bepta."
"Start a war directly?"
"Well, don't worry too much about the Sanctuary. This time, we can just add a pretext for sending assassins to kill them. If the Ratmen send anyone again, we won't have to pay any attention to them."
"Haha, that's good. It's handing the evidence to outsiders."
Zhang Peng smiled when he heard that.
Damenlevsky and Bepta didn't let Li Ziyu wait too long, as they still knew the interrogation methods.
The troll shaman lost most of his life and finally couldn't bear it anymore and died.
There are about 200 core members in the temple and about 10,000 peripheral members.
The peripheral members are just auxiliary, taking care of the lives of the core members, getting supplies, and handling minor problems.
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