The Netherlands was unconscious and fell into a huge and cold ice cave in his subconscious mind. His body shook and he was almost frozen to death.

At this moment, he saw a life-saving rope hanging from the top of his head, which surprised and delighted him. He quickly reached out to grab it. Sure enough, he grabbed it and wanted to climb upwards.

However, at this moment, the Netherlands saw a trace of black air coming from the "life-saving rope" wrapped around his wrist and continued to extend along his forearm to his elbow.

Dutland's heart sank. As a formal high-level mortal, although he fell into a deep coma, his subconscious in his dream could still sense that he was dreaming, and the traces of black gas that entangled his wrists were eroding his soul.

Faced with this situation, Dutland instinctively wanted to resist, but his reason also understood that if he loosened the rope, he would definitely be frozen to death. There was no suspense at all. If his soul was infected with black gas, he might not die.

The Netherlands was not a fool. By this time he had already understood that the so-called final test was to let the black gas invade his soul.

After thinking it through, he no longer hesitated and let the black gas continue to spread, but just grabbed the rope and climbed upwards. In the end, he forgot how long he had been climbing. The cold around him gradually faded away, and his soul almost completely transformed. At this time, a light spot suddenly flashed on it, and then it expanded rapidly downwards to form a passage that covered the Netherlands.

The next moment, Nederland, who had transformed into a shadow totem warrior, suddenly opened his eyes. The feeling of being frozen on his body had disappeared, but it was a little cold, very different from usual, which made him a little uncomfortable. However, as a warrior's instinct, he subconsciously moved the power of the totem.

There was a buzzing sound, and the powerful totem power exploded, and a huge brown bear wrapped in death pragmatism condensed on his body.

After being infected by a large number of death psionic energy, the totem power of the Netherlands not only did not weaken, but was a little stronger and more powerful than before, and added the corrosive attributes of death psionic energy, making his combat power more improved than before.

"How do you feel?" Green's voice came from behind the Netherlands.

The barbarian was stunned. He woke up just now and was a little excited. He did not show up. However, when he turned around and saw Green and the Four-Winged Angel, he breathed a sigh of relief. If it were these two people, it would be very normal for him not to show up.

"The Savage Dutland, see the Lord!" Dutland knelt on one knee and saluted, transformed into a Shadow Totem Warrior, which enabled him to obtain the certification of the cemetery and established a strong master-servant relationship with Green.

Green nodded, stared at the Netherlands, and called out the property bar:

Dutland Alva, Race: Barbarian, Occupation: Shadow Totem Warrior, Level 1v6, Combat Power 658, Loyalty 65, Skill: Totem Power, Experienced for a Hundred Battles, Master of Heavy Swords...

"The loyalty is 65, more than I expected. It seems that this barbarian has some expectations for the tribe that I can help him." After checking the attribute bar, Green was quite satisfied with this Shadow Totem Warrior, and his concern for the tribe made it easy for him to win loyalty.

Thinking of this, Green smiled slightly: "No need for so much red tape, you are a savage, you just need to fight for me, I don't expect you to be a gentleman."

The Netherlands immediately agreed and his favor for Green increased a little.

Green said, "Now you can return to the rebels. You don't need to do anything. As long as you are in the rebels, I can learn from you the important information about the rebels, such as where to camp, what marching routes, and how morale the army is. The most important thing for you is not to expose yourself for the time being."

"Yes! Lord." Netherlands was a little surprised by Green's arrangement. Green deliberately turned him into an undercover agent, but he didn't let him take any action. He had even made the worst plan just now. Green asked him to find an opportunity to assassinate Sihanu and Lawrence. Even if this task that was almost sent to death, he had to carry out it.

Green said again: "By the way, I have already understood the situation of your barbarian tribe in the main world. I will send someone to smuggle a batch of food and daily necessities to relieve their urgent needs first. When your mission is over, you will come forward and discuss with the elders of the tribe. I can give you a territory in another void world, so that you can be self-sufficient through hunting and planting. All you need to pay is two thousand places and elite barbarian warriors who are willing to devote themselves to the shadow."

After hearing Green finish his words, the barbarian Dutland's eyes lit up, and his loyalty, which had just passed the passing line, instantly rose to 9o. Whether Green immediately sent food and daily necessities to the tribe or promised to provide them with a new territory in the future, he was irrepressible to be excited.

Especially the second promise, if the tribe can really gain territory in a new void world, the entire barbarian tribe will truly usher in an opportunity to show. If Green can really fulfill this promise and let the barbarian tribe have its own territory, what's the point even if he is devoted to loyalty!

The next day, an expected news came.

Just yesterday when the barbarian Netherlands appeared in the No. 2 Forward Camp, the other two forward camps also ushered in sneak attacks and assassinations from powerful mortals on the rebels. However, the other two camps were not so lucky. A magician at the peak of the formal level and a firearm knight at the same level, each of them took action to penetrate the two camps. At that time, the ordinary soldiers stationed in the camp did not suffer much, but the ordinary people suffered heavy losses, with more than 400 casualties in the two camps. It was the two who were afraid of Sirabel himself to take action, and stopped at the right time and retreated in time. Otherwise, the ordinary people stationed in the two forward camps would be wiped out.

After receiving this news, the mortals in Camp No. 2 secretly thanked that they were not assigned to the two camps, otherwise they might be dead or alive now.

The story was reported back to the Kingdom Army base camp. Sirabel was immediately furious, and was so angry that she clenched her teeth, with murderous intent in her eyes.

However, after anger, Green's name appeared in her sight again. The country noble who was temporarily recruited on the way showed extraordinary strength. The three attacks were all single-handedly, and it was impossible for them to attack Camp No. 2 alone.

Soon how Green defeated the barbarians, and then two high-level mortals led more than a dozen intermediate-level chasing the injured barbarians and returned in vain. The information about a high-level magician was almost killed by the other party. The information about a high-level magician was placed in front of Sirabel, which calmed her anger and a faint smile appeared: "I didn't expect that such a hidden person would emerge during this trip to the north. It seems that the kingdom is still talented. If you examine your background and loyalty, you will be a good subordinate."

Therefore, Sirabel appeared in front of Green at this moment.

Standing in front of the south-facing gate of the No. 2 Forward Camp, he stared at a black carriage and stopped. The door opened. Sirabel walked out from it. He looked at the cleaned ground and frowned slightly, as if he was a little disgusted. He raised a faint airflow to support her body, and his feet were suspended in the air thirty centimeters above the ground.

In this way, Sirabel, who was originally about the same height as Wood Slater, became condescending and looked up and down at Green with a scrutiny look.

Green bowed slightly, tapped his right hand on his left chest, and saluted: "Sir, please see the Count."

Sirabel smiled rare. Green called her the Earl, not the commander or director, indicating that she met her as a noble. Although Green's clone was just a baron, he was a real nobleman. Even when facing the Earl, he could not be humble or arrogant.

"Hello, Baron Slater, I was surprised by your performance this time." Sirabel asked straight to the point: "A twenty-year-old high-level necromancer! I sent someone to check that you were originally a first-level knight, and I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

Green was not surprised by the other party's questioning and said lightly: "If I remember correctly, the Count is only twenty-seven years old and is already a legendary powerful mortal. Although my talent cannot be compared with the lord, it seems that it is not unacceptable to become a high-level wizard at the age of twenty. As for the transfer from a knight to a mage... Sorry, this is my personal secret, and it is related to my teacher. Please forgive me for not being able to explain it to the lord. But the lord can rest assured that I am a noble in the kingdom. There is no doubt about this. I have no choice but to eliminate those stupid rebels and insidious Ruemen."

Sirabel frowned, apparently Green's answer did not satisfy her.

But Green's words clearly showed that he had a teacher. According to Sirabel's understanding, from an inconspicuous knight to a genius necromancer, it was impossible for the young man in front of him to do it. Behind her must be the arrangement of a big man, which made her feel a little afraid and thought to herself: "Is it the arrangement of the Grand Duke in secret? No, although the Grand Duke is a powerful natural disaster, he is not good at undead magic. Could it be... Princess Mulesina? With her personality, it is indeed possible that she would quietly lay a secret. It is even possible that the Baron Slater in front of her doesn't know who his teacher is."

Sirabel instantly made up some of the plots that were taken for granted. Of course, she would still be wary of Green before confirming the speculation, but she was more confident that with her own strength, she could easily defeat no matter who or any conspiracy.

Thinking of this, Sirabel looked at Green meaningfully, and was about to enter the camp, when at this moment, a red signal flare suddenly surged from the north of the camp.

"Enemy attack!" Everyone reacted instantly when they saw the red signal flare.

In the army of the Kingdom of Lorenzo, signal flares were divided into several colors, blue means asking for help, yellow means realm, and red means enemy attack...

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