Zeno, Admiral Saramonroe, is known as the "perfect defender" because of his tactical thinking of strict defense, and it can be said that half of the name of "the first iron gate on the mainland" Issinger was brought by Zeno. Although Zeno did not have the opportunity to make a big mark due to the neutral status of the former Saramonroe, his outstanding performance in the "Doomsday Encounter" proved his worth to the world. At the time of the destruction of the city of Isengard, Zeno died of exhaustion at the age of forty-one.

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"Tsk, it's better to be famous than to meet, what a spectacular city! Although it is still a prototype, the designers are really ...... That's amazing! ”

As soon as he stepped into the city, Walterboyler Cullen was full of praise: "What a clever design!" Oh! What is it? ”

Master Patra was a little proud, but also reservedly introduced: "This is an old design of the beast pen. The old man thinks that it has no technical content, and you are overrated. ”

"What a monster!" Who would have thought that people were simply going for Frankie, completely ignoring the dispensable bone fence. Patra's nose was red with anger, and Qingyi secretly felt amused, so she patted him on the shoulder, and followed the words of Waltpole Cullen, "Dear Mr. Walterpole, this is one of my most powerful subordinates, Frankie the Ghost Hound. ”

Frankie, though uncomfortable at the stranger's gaze, stood still.

"I love this place, now let's talk about it, boss!"

"Of course...... Well! You...... What did you just call me? Qingyi and Yigan NPCs were stunned.

Walterpole Cullen whistled and laughed, "I'll call you boss!" ”

System Prompt: Necromantic Teacher, Waltpole Cullen, has joined your faction and signed a [Soul Contract], please arrange a job for him.

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Necromantic Teacher VertebralColumn (VertebralColumn): A high-level NPC. Before his death, he was an excellent circus troupe leader, and his performances were well received by various theaters in mainland China. After his death, he did not abandon his superb skills, and he was still able to train monsters as he pleased. Although I have a bad taste that deviates from the norm very much, as long as my bad taste is satisfied, I can still complete the task well.

Race: Zombie (Necromantic Organism)

Required: Food (None) Sleep (None) Salary (None) Building (Training Ground, Branch Building – Colosseum) Special (None)

Caution: If not given proper attention, low-level necromantic creatures may be trained to dissipate.

Special Effects: None.

【Necromantic Domination: Rage】With his superb skills, Wotpole Cullen can increase its mobility regardless of the type of necromantic creature, and increase its attack power by 10% while in combat; Due to the difficulty of control, the command is delayed for 10 seconds before it is acted.

【Necromancy Sacrifice】Under the tutelage of Waltpole Cullen, the necromantic creature as a mount will self-destruct when it dissipates, and the self-explosion damage is Mount Level *100. Necro creatures that are riders only lose their own HP.

Since his resurrection, Walterpole Cullen's bad taste has been watching gladiatorial matches. The strongest one is determined by the battle of multiple undeveloped undead creatures, and the elimination rate is 50%-99% (according to the number of undead creatures, the minimum is 2, and the maximum is 100, and the eliminated necromantic creatures cannot be revived through [White Bone Revival]). The strongest one strengthens the attribute in equal proportions (5%-25%), has a 3% chance to mutate, and has a 1% chance to advance.

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Disastrous!

This attribute is incredible! As long as Walterpole Cullen stays here, the pressure will be reduced against Zeno and Plato! But even though he had been prompted by the system, Qingyi still stared at Waterpole Cullen vigilantly: "Tell me, what is your intention?" How could the lord of the southern part of the state—"

"Because of your power, boss! These ghost wolves rarely fall alone, and they can't raise a few to play, but you're different here; I need a gladiatorial arena in addition to that...... Also, acid rain is just too much trouble! I don't want arthritis, so I'm here to go to you! Touching the mustache on his chin, Walterpole Karen laughed and slammed Qingyi as hard as he did with a friend.

After looking at the other party for ten seconds, Qingyi regarded Walter Pole as his own, and pulled him to run towards the City Lord's Mansion. Poor Robert and Master Patra were too old to catch up like snails.

When he pressed Waterpole to the chair, Qingyi was still too excited to help himself. After Robert, Patra, Strom, and Frankie arrived, Qingyi announced loudly: "The meeting begins!" ”

"In the face of the elves and Isinger, my initial policy was to connect horizontally! Join forces with Wattpole Cullen and defeat each other with the two main classes of Rotten Vulture and Ghost Wolf! But luckily, Walter Pohler joined us! ”

Waltpole Cullen whistled and smiled at his colleagues.

"You've found a treasure." Robert also laughed sheepishly and whispered to Qingyi.

Qingyi nodded, and said loudly to everyone again: "Now, everyone can talk about the results of their work. Strom? I'm so optimistic about you! ”

Strunm blushed and exclaimed excitedly, "I, I've developed a special potion!" If you mix 'acidic droplets', 'ghost wolf phosphorus powder' and 'black rock powder'......"

Qingyi asked impatiently, "What will happen?" ”

"It's going to make a powerful flare, and I'm calling it the 'Ghost Flame Lantern'! Even in the middle of the night when there is no soul fire, it can be seen by people twenty kilometers away! Awesome! ”

There was silence in the conference room.

Qingyi coughed a few times: "Okay, next...... Master Patra, what about you? Well? Hmmm......"

Master Patra lowered his head and drooled at the table, and the crystal of the mouth hung from the corner of his mouth to the table, pulling out a long line.

"Ahem...... It seems that the Colosseum will be built later, so bear with me for a while, Waltpole. Okay, Franji? How did you get hurt? ”

"It's just a small injury, don't worry about me, master. Several groups of heralds appeared on the west and east, and all of them were intercepted and killed by us. But surprisingly," Frankie pushed a pile of equipment under his front paws onto the table: "They're adventurers." ”