Chapter 328: Declaring War on the Rat People
Damenlevsky nodded to Li Ziyu and threw the troll shaman in front of him.
Li Ziyu took a step back, and the poor troll shaman fell at his feet with a thud.
Looking down at the troll shaman, Li Ziyu said helplessly to Damenlevsky, "You're not doing this right. Throwing him over here, what if he attacks me? Bepta, hold him up. We need to ask some questions."
Bepta was much more obedient than Damenlevsky. He stepped forward and mentioned the troll shaman, then followed Li Ziyu into the Rat-Dead Border City.
In the dark secret room, the troll shaman was tied to a chair, and all the bits and pieces on his body were taken away. Sitting on the chair opposite was Li Ziyu with his legs crossed.
"It's no good for you to catch me, let me go." The troll shaman glanced at Damenlevsky and Bepta who were guarding on both sides of him, coughed, and said to Li Ziyu.
"You still haven't forgotten to threaten me at this time? I don't understand, are you guys used to threatening others? Have you ever considered that your life is in my hands now?" Li Ziyu asked curiously.
He just couldn't understand why these people always felt that threats would work.
Even though he was tied up and turned into a prisoner, he still felt that he could do it.
"I'm not threatening you. If you catch me, the temple will not let you go." The troll shaman said with foam in his mouth.
"The Holy Hall, um, tell me about the Holy Hall." Li Ziyu raised his eyebrows. He finally heard something interesting.
"Ordinary people are not worthy of knowing the existence of the temple." The troll shaman said with a sneer.
Li Ziyu raised his hand and hit the troll shaman with a big punch, making him see stars.
This kind of stuff is cheap.
You can't talk to him properly.
You tell him that you have been captured, and he tells you that he has someone behind him and will kill you when his elder brother comes.
You ask him who your elder brother is, he is so arrogant, and he even wants to kill me.
He told you that you don’t deserve to know my elder brother.
Isn't this crazy!
"Come, tell me, a mortal, about the Holy Temple." Li Ziyu said with a smile on his face but cold eyes.
"You can't humiliate me like this. I am from the temple, I am a shaman, you have to give me the most basic respect!" the troll shaman said angrily.
"Oh oh oh, okay, it's a holy temple, right? It's a shaman, right? We have to respect it, right? Come on, hand me the knife!" Li Ziyu shouted.
Immediately, a skeleton undead came forward and placed a bone knife in Li Ziyu's open hand.
Li Ziyu held the bone knife and pressed it directly against the troll shaman's neck, letting him feel the coldness of the blade.
"Mr. Shaman, you should know my identity. I am the Lord of the Undead. The highest respect and mercy we offer to the Undead is to grant them eternal rest. Well, to put it simply, that means killing you."
"Since you want this kind of respect, I can give it to you."
As he spoke, Li Ziyu slowly pushed the bone knife inward. The tip of the knife cut through the skin of the troll shaman, and a drop of blood oozed out.
The troll shaman's expression suddenly changed.
He forgot about this matter.
The human in front of him was not a normal human, but the Lord of the Undead.
How could the leader of that group of skeletons be a good person?
The undead represent death, so what they say is really correct.
"Wait!" the troll shaman shouted.
"What's wrong again?" Li Ziyu asked with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"I don't need your respect anymore. Put the knife away." The troll shaman said quickly. He didn't want to throw his life here just because of a few words. It was totally unnecessary.
Moreover, the other party is a ghost, and who knows whether he will become a ghost after death.
If I become a ghost and am still under the other party's jurisdiction, I will have to say whatever the other party asks, right?
Li Ziyu stood up, returned the bone knife to the skeleton undead, and slapped the troll shaman in the face with another big slap.
"That's enough. Now, I ask and you answer. What exactly happened in the Holy Hall?" Li Ziyu's patience was almost exhausted. He didn't want to continue entangled with the other party.
The troll shaman finally calmed down and began to tell Li Ziyu what he knew about the temple.
The Temple is an ancient organization that has existed in the Central Zone for a very long time. It was established by the first races living in the Central Zone with the purpose of maintaining peace among the various races in the Central Zone.
It is said that before the appearance of the temple, the central area experienced a long period of darkness.
In that era, all races were fighting all the time and could not stop.
They killed each other for land and resources.
The powerful race became weak in the long war and eventually disappeared in the long river of history.
Resources were not used to develop the race, but were used in wars, which resulted in the race being unable to develop at all and resources being consumed for no reason.
Until a group of young people appeared.
They come from different races and even have hatred for each other's races, but they eventually come together and become friends.
They faced a very difficult choice: on the one hand, there were friends they knew well, and on the other hand, there were relatives in their own tribe.
The young people don’t want to separate, and they don’t want to see their own race fighting all the time and the tribal people living in poverty.
So the temple appeared.
They used every possible means to mediate the war and got involved in various conflicts.
This is how it is passed down from generation to generation.
The young people at the beginning were not necessarily very strong, they mostly used the power in their hands.
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