The targets of the high-level undead were not originally these nobles.
After all, no matter which side they were using to sow discord, they actually didn't take it seriously.
The noble demeanor is indeed the object of pursuit by the other party, but no one would think that the nobles in the game are the nobles they admire.
Originally it was just to cause some trouble for the original group of undead.
Only the Salar nobles think that their tactics that have been used for thousands of years are useful.
Therefore, the high-level undead have taught enough lessons to the Salar nobles.
After this time, these nobles will probably stay away from the undead in the future.
No matter where they come from, I will never want to deal with them again.
Anyway, there aren't many missions to take on inside Salar.
If something really happened, it would probably be some kind of anti-evil incident like an unlucky nobleman who did something evil and was caught by the undead.
In a short period of time, there should be no such stupid nobles in Salar.
All the strength of the high-level undead people is directed toward these low-level fools.
Their hands are so dark!
Hill was floating in the air, his mouth slightly open, and he was so surprised that he gasped.
If they were beaten to death, these low-level undead people might just accept their fate.
But there were countless rabbits dancing on the corpses left on the ground after the wild boars charged, the bison trampled, and the wild horses trampled.
The high-level undead just laughed and pointed.
Hill held his chin and saw the arena that was shattered after being hit by a wild boar.
Those high-level undead walked past, gesticulating, and looked like they were laughing, but they were actually taking advantage of the opportunity to collect territory.
The low-ranking people, who were stunned with anger, rushed over from the church again and again.
They probably think that they can always defeat mid-level rabbits, and killing one is enough to make these bastards cry for a while.
Unfortunately, they underestimated the rabbit and overestimated themselves.
A single rabbit in front of them can be regarded as a small wave SS, let alone such a large group.
The panicked rabbits of all types, with their hind legs tensed up, randomly cast their own innate spells before jumping into the sky.
Although it is a mess, it is enough to deal with these guys who are no more than big knights at the highest level.
Even if there are still people hanging on, it is impossible for them to be alive after giant flying rabbits smash down from the sky.
The church was filled with people. They stood leaning against the wall in silence.
The high-level undead didn't chase after them arrogantly. They just stood there and waited to see if anyone else went crazy.
Unfortunately, after dying several times, no one is hot-headed anymore.
Looking at Spencer who was slowly walking over, the high-level undead who had finished their work laughed and dispersed without waiting for him to speak.
After watching a great show, Hill returned to Yunchuan with satisfaction.
Watching Spencer command the guards to send the nobles back to the ship, Hill thought strangely, why didn't William take precautions?
There are also people who are very dissatisfied with this matter.
Adrian felt that it would affect his work the next day, so he crossed his arms and watched from a distance, looking unhappy.
So he watched Spencer lead the people to clean up the place without moving.
He was not very satisfied with the king's indifferent attitude.
Returning to the King's Hall, Spencer let out a long sigh as he looked at the captain of the Guards standing next to William holding a distraction weapon.
He looked helplessly at His Majesty the King who was smiling happily: "Why didn't you stop them when they started fighting?
Or, why not stop the tournament when it starts? Your Majesty the King!"
"Spencer, have you forgotten? This is a temporary camp, not the central city. Logically speaking, the undead do not need to abide by some of the city's rules." William leaned back in his chair, trembling with laughter, "They did not violate any
A rule set by me. If I order punishment now, only the undead who strike first will be unlucky. Those who resist are not guilty."
Spencer was silent.
"Do I still need to go out on patrol?" the guard captain asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, although I am a little too unambitious, I really think they can kill me."
"You represent me." William smiled helplessly, "They won't use this on you.
As long as you do things impartially.
The undead will not go to such trouble just to trouble you.
Even if the calculation reaches this level, it would be difficult for them to do it several times."
The captain of the Guards understood that he still had to walk around the camp, waiting for a conflict to arise one day, and then rush out to stop it.
"However, from now on, the people in conflict will change." William was still laughing, speaking intermittently.
But everyone who heard it understood that the real enemies in the future were the low-level undead and the nobles of Salal.
The high-level undead take revenge because they cause trouble and want to bully other girls.
If there is no opponent, the people on both sides will of course still regard the high-level undead as their enemies and try to find ways to defeat them.
But now, until the outcome is decided between the nobles and the low-level undead, no one can bring such a terrifying enemy in again.
Especially the nobles, after the current low-level people are promoted to high-level ones, how can they survive on their own? Are they going to surrender?
Of course it's impossible.
They have only one way to hire the original undead.
Even though they became enemies due to the calculations of these undead, the nobles have always understood the current affairs.
Generally speaking, we all know that we should resolve the main contradiction first and then consider other issues.
"These new undead tribes will probably not be able to enter Salar, right?" Spencer touched his forehead, "The nobles of Salar will definitely protest against their qualifications."
"They were originally summoned by me to fill this triangle area." William coughed lightly, "If most of the Salar nobles express dissatisfaction with them, then the country of Salar cannot be opened to them.
That is to say, the teleportation array can only be used by the original group of undead for the time being. They enter this world through different channels and are easy to distinguish."
"Now we can say that they are high-level and low-level, original and new. When time passes, how will we distinguish these undead?"
"It's the Salar Undead and the Triangle Undead!" William smiled faintly, "Of course, we can only say this after the nobles protest."
Spencer couldn't help but curled his lips, nodded and said, "Yes, His Majesty the King."
"What was used on that table?" William asked Spencer. He knew this guy and would definitely investigate.
Spencer's mouth twisted, and he took out a handful of dirt: "I almost didn't grab it."
"No wonder they used Warcraft!" William said with great admiration, "I said they all stood in the same place while watching. It turns out they wanted to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces!"
Spencer felt that William was enjoying himself a little too much.
"Your Majesty the King, what are you so happy about?" he couldn't help but ask.
"In the front, did someone give a rose to the group of undead people who used female identities?" William was still smiling.
"I heard it's the undead's way of expressing love." Spencer said calmly, "Didn't His Majesty the King already know about it? Besides, that person was just obsessed with sex and was deceived. It was already very tragic. Just now
He is the one who gets yelled at the most. Not to mention the shame, he also suffers the biggest loss, so why make fun of him."
"No." William finally controlled himself, "That Elf God King just came here to think about..."
He shut his mouth.
Then he quietly started changing all the images of elves being bitten by dogs outside the camp into various puppy images.
"Your Majesty the King?" Spencer was stunned for a moment, and then realized that William wanted to expose the God of Time and Space and was probably warned.
He laughed: "I thought you dared to say anything."
"The boss just needs to leave more of the things in his hands to me." William continued to work, "I will probably be crazy busy. Although I look very idle, there are actually a lot of things."
"What is His Majesty the King doing?"
"Change the picture of a dog biting an elf outside to a picture of a puppy playing." William frowned, but what he was thinking about was what else could be used to replace it.
Spencer rarely shouted loudly: "Can't you just change them into balls of flowers? Why do you have to have a dog! Just because the Silver Moon Wolf God is silent, it doesn't mean that he is not angry!"
Silver Moon Wolf God had no choice. His own main god also said that he was a puppy, so he could only accept his fate.
Even the Silver Moon Goddess is not willing to take care of the undead, and the Silver Moon Wolf God is not stupid. He simply pretends to be dead and pretends he didn't see those pictures of dogs biting elves. Anyway, the most unlucky one is the Elf God King.
But now, you have released the Elf God King, but you continue to call the Wolf God a dog?
Do you really want your allies to turn into enemies right away?
The wolves are still roaming the grasslands, attacking the dwarf kingdom with the undead!
Spencer didn't want to see the wolves, who had been doing well and might be able to cooperate with the undead, suddenly bite back.
William made an 'Ah' sound and stopped with regret: "Tell me, can I let it out that these are other dogs?"
"You might as well change into a cat!" Spencer said coldly, "Who still doesn't know what's going on? We are still allies with the Silver Moon God Department, right?"
William sighed: "Forget it about cats. I still like dogs. Let's just change it to their big rabbit. They come in all colors, which is also good."
Seeing William's bored actions, Spencer took a long breath of relief.
Whatever it is, as long as it's not a dog.
Hill didn't know that the biggest disagreement between him and William had just happened.
Otherwise, the words "Forget it about the cat" would be enough to make him angry.
He just sat on the lawn of Yunchuan, holding Alice in his arms, combing her hair and discussing with Merkel what had just happened.
"The most powerful thing in human beings is indeed the endless conspiracy and conspiracy." Merkel sighed, "So it is normal for the Wolf God to fail."
Hill glanced at Merkel in confusion.
"I found that humans are very tolerant of the God of Nobles, even though he is also one of the culprits of the demonic invasion." Merkel asked lying down, "Because it's not wrong for him to deal with the monsters, is it? It's just that the conspiracy didn't work?"
Although Hill wanted to comfort him, he didn't want to lie and just remained silent.