"It's the Necromancer, not the Death Mage!"

Even though he was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, this did not hinder the majestic rebuttal of the old magician of the black robe.

He struggled to break free from Donald's claws, and leisurely tidied up his dark robe, and then released a purification technique on his colorful old face, barely looking less embarrassed.

But even so, Su Wen took a cautious step back and kept a sufficient distance from the creature suspected to be a Death Mage in front of him - the viciousness and terror of Death Mage, he had personally experienced it not long ago. Before he was sure of safety, even if Donald was present, he could not let his guard down.

The old man glanced at Su Wen lightly, as if he was lacking in interest in him.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

After saying that, he turned his head and stared at Donald, then cursed with a thick neck, pointing at the latter's nose.

"Donald, why are you old ghost getting more and more arrogant lately? Even my mother hasn't hit me like this!"

Su Wen immediately understood that these two must have been acquaintances.

"You know why I beat you up." Donald sneered, "You probably discovered this undead natural disaster a few years ago, right? You don't know that this is the territory I am covering, right? So you explain why I haven't heard of you until today, and you didn't come out to stop me when I was preparing to clear the scene violently?"

The old man in black robe was also tit-for-tat and did not avoid it: "The consequence of telling you in advance is that you snatched most of the spoils away like last time. Do you think we are all idiots, and you are not satisfied with the loss once? And it is because this is your territory, otherwise you will scare the group of broilers a little bit, and this time you will probably have no harvest. Don't think of refuting, there are not many people in this world who know you, and we are one of them."

Donald was choked for a few seconds, but then he clenched his fists again. The sound of the gabaga was clearly heard when standing ten meters away: "...No matter how beautiful you said, in short, because of your inaction, hundreds of nobles died in my territory just today. Tell me how to calculate this account."

"I have no redemption for 500,000 gold coins. Of course, you pay me a lot - I can reshuffle the superstructure so reasonably, I don't know how many cities can't ask for such a good thing."

"Haha, isn't you bad enough to be beaten? I've absorbed 15 brothers' energy and am full of fighting spirit now. It's no problem to put three or five primary forbidden spells."

The old man in black robe was obviously afraid of what he had just happened. His face changed for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly: "Since I don't want to give money, please don't interfere in this natural disaster of the dead at least before the stage of the resentful baby's birth. I promise that no civilians in Trides will die at the hands of the dead. As for now... it's time to harvest, even the fruits are green..."

However, before he finished speaking, Donald suddenly rushed forward, threw his kick on the face of the old man in the black robe, kicking him backwards more than ten meters away. When the old man cursed and got up, strings of blood flowed out of his nostrils and mouth, and his chin was crooked, looking extremely miserable.

"I am angry when I talk about this. The lives of thirteen babies are not life. I have long said that this is my territory, so I will come to give me any pot that I don't open."

"cough……"

The old man coughed up half a mouthful of blood, his face looked a little bad, but after all, he was no longer assured as he had just now.

"If you want to get a good harvest, there are always some prices that need to be paid. No matter what you do, it is like this... Don't worry, I will naturally have a proper way to deal with it afterwards and will not owe anything."

"Although you're right, I want to beat you up even more."

"Eighty-two splits into pieces, and a group of us waved.

...

Sitting in front of the barbecue pile with air gushing, Su Wen felt that he had opened it incorrectly - from the conversation between these two guys, the natural disaster of the undead seemed to be different from what he imagined.

At least it shouldn't be as easy and freehand as it is now!

"I said..."

Su Wen couldn't help asking questions after biting the grilled sausage handed over by Lupin's muscles.

"Can you tell me what the undead natural disaster is? I always feel that your conversation just now is a bit strange - does the so-called 'broken chicken' refer to those death wizards?"

"Hey, Donald didn't tell you?"

Donald, who was only concerned about eating chicken, spoke in surprise before he could reply, and pulled off his hood and exposed his pale hair.

"Well... I didn't dare to be 100% sure you intervened this time, so I didn't tell him. Otherwise, if you actually died a few years ago and your organization did not scatter, wouldn't my face hurt?"

Donald raised the iced red wine and stuffed it into his greasy mouth, explaining vaguely while filling the wine.

So, although the undead mage in front of him looked unhappy, he still explained to Su Wen simply: "The broiler does refer to those damn death mages, and the natural disasters of the undead are actually no different from what the world knows. Even our undead mages will feel frightened, but since the recent hundreds of years, it has become a regular suicide carnival for those group of death mages, that's that simple."

Su Wen nodded thoughtfully, and combined with the previous conversation between the two, he had probably guessed the clues.

The natural disaster of the undead is indeed the product of the death mage, but don’t forget that the Death mage is actually the fallen undead mage, and there is no substantial difference between them. Therefore, this kind of ritual is a disaster for most normal creatures on the continent. Whether it is for the Death mage or the relatively "conscience and moral" necromancer, it is absolutely beneficial!

So, there is a way to explain the current situation...

If the Death Mage does something that the Death Mage dare not do or is unwilling to do, it will naturally get a huge price or reward. The history after the success of the Death Mage's natural disaster is the best proof - and even if the Death Mage's natural disaster is not successful, the undead energy and biological materials brought from the Undead plane are also a huge wealth for the Death Mage. Therefore, the secretly destroying the Death Mage's natural disaster can also be justified by the title of the Death Mage's profession. This kind of killing two birds with one stone would be happy to do if Su Wen was willing to do... But what he didn't expect was that the Death Mage seemed to be organizing and premeditated in this "breeding broiler" activity, and even seemed to have penetrated into the Death Mage and gained considerable trust.

"Well, that's basically it."

Donald confirmed Su Wen's idea and made additional additions.

"This undead natural disaster is the same as usual. There are probably many undead mages who want to slut into it. And since it has been a little long since the last undead natural disaster, the proportion of them will be only more than before, about 20% to 30%." He waved the barbecue and said, "Regularly, the group of idiots of the Death Mage are not unaware of the risks, but for high-level death mages, not doing undead natural disasters means tragic death: the chaos of power and the evil of souls make them destined to be unable to enter the field of the magician, and even if they enter, they will go crazy and then be wiped out by the forces of order - unless the king of the Undead can help them. Therefore, although they know that they are almost destined to make wedding dresses for others, these broilers can only try their best to complete the undead natural disaster, which is really an inspirational story that urges people to pee."

"I see……"

Su Wen finally understood that in the face of huge interests, the undead natural disaster that should have been so serious that it was terrifying that it would appear, it was not strange that such a farce-like atmosphere would appear... He finally understood why Donald took himself to take this dungeon, which was not long after he was shocked by the news, and was excited to take this dungeon that was like the end of the day in the eyes of ordinary people.

Because from the beginning, this doomsday will never be successful!
Chapter completed!