"You madman! We have no grudges and no grudges with you! Why do you always have to get entangled!"

The village chief roared, pointing at the crazy undead in his hand swayingly, but while he was talking, more than a dozen undead like this guy came over.

They were surrounded, with more than a dozen undead, but they stood scattered across the street, but they were lying together to keep warm. Who is stronger and who is weak can be distinguished at a glance.

"Abel! You old bastard! Don't say so well! Do you have no idea what you did!"

The crazy undead roared, and the big sword in his hand was also swaying back and forth uncontrollably, which made the village chief of the undead, known as Abel, start to panic.

It seems that the matter between the two villages is not as simple as Abel said, but there is another hidden truth. But Loniti does not intend to participate, she only intends to clarify what she wants to figure out.

Let him continue to rot in the barn for the rest of the matter of old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

"What are you talking nonsense! You damn madmen!"

Abel said nervously, and looked at Loniti carefully, and only breathed a sigh of relief when Loniti was not responding.

However, his words completely annoyed the crazy undead. They didn't care what orders the leading undead gave, and rushed up one by one.

"Zarrit! You dare!"

Perhaps because of the support of Loniti, even though Abel's legs were trembling slightly, he still straightened his back and shouted sternly.

A trace of contempt flashed in the red soul fire of the undead named Zarit, and he also carried the sword and walked slowly over.

"Wait."

Loniti stepped forward and looked at Zarit with interest. His red soul fire made her want to dig it out and study it clearly.

Zarit was a little unnatural by this gaze, so he stopped and looked at Loniti with some anger.

"I don't know you, but you shouldn't be from this village. You shouldn't interfere with the hatred between us, leave here."

"You want me to leave? But it's a pity..."

Loniti shook her head, stretched out a hand and groped in her arms for a long time, then suddenly took out a silver badge.

"Captain of the Mage of the Third Infantry Regiment of Undercity! He is currently on a mission and has the power to judge ordinary undead!"

This silver badge seemed like a shining star in Abel and Zarit's eyes. Although they had never seen the infantry in the Undercity several times, nor had they seen the badge, the material and the appearance of the badge forced them to believe in Loniti's identity.

The mage captain of the Third Infantry Regiment did not sound very big, but it was enough to control them, ordinary undead people.

"Let's talk about it now, why do you fight?"

Putting the badge back into the long river of time, Loniti looked at Zarit with a smile, and then gave Abel meaningful look.

Abel trembled, and Loniti's attitude was obvious, expressing dissatisfaction with the fact that he did not tell the truth.

He wanted to speak out for himself, such as forgetting the excuse of a three-year-old child, but unfortunately, Lonitizarit did not give him this opportunity.

"I'm willing to explain everything to you, Master Mage."

At this time, Zarit did not look like he had just been crazy. Instead, he knelt in front of Loniti like a gentleman, with a gentle and calm tone.

Looking at Zarit's appearance, Abel was stunned for a moment, trying to curse shamelessly, but he didn't dare to speak because of the village chief of Loniti.

But he forgot about the dog slave face he wanted to use Loniti to deal with Zarit.

"Tell me."

"I don't know how much bad things Abel said to you, but I'm sure everything he said was wrong!"

He started to tear his face off, which made Abel feel embarrassed and angry, and opened his mouth to curse Zarit.

But Loniti just glared at him and made him dare not say anything.

"I can tell you that he said you are a group of walking dead, no different from the skeletons ruled by the Lich King."

"This old bastard!"

Zarit looked at Abel viciously, and his fierce look made Abel, who was still angry just now, lower his head like a hen that saw an eagle.

He can only be more powerful himself, and in front of a truly powerful person, he is an egg that has not yet hatched, at the mercy of others.

Loniti has seen many such guys, and without exception, they are villains, and it seems that the village chief is no exception.

"I am a baron, at least before I died, but now I am just a forgotten person, a miserable undead."

At the beginning of the standard opera, Loniti yawned in advance. She always felt that she needed to listen to a long and touching opera, and this opera was very old-fashioned.

"I met an ordinary lady who is a gentle person and we fell in love..."

Loniti listened to the whole "opera" drowsy. The plot is probably about a nobleman falling in love with a civilian. Then the civilian father greedily wanted to sell his daughter for more prices, but in the end he was swallowed by greed.

There is no doubt that Abel, who is as stiff as wood, is the greedy guy in the story, and Weir and this Zarit are the pair of miserable mandarin ducks in the story.

But Loniti had one thing that was very confused, that was, Weier, who was leaning against the corner and secretly looking at Zarit, had no love in her eyes, but only vigilance and hatred.

This really doesn't meet the standards of any miserable mandarin duck.

"Viere! Come here!"

Luo Niti's voice made Wei'er's body stiffen, but she still walked over quickly and looked at Luo Niti carefully.

Loniti felt Zarit's soul fire tremble suddenly, and it was obvious that he saw Weier and recognized Weier.

If it were really as Abel said, there must have been many conflicts between the two villages, and Zarit would never have seen Weier for the first time.

He was indeed sincere to Weier if he was able to maintain such joy.

"Do you recognize him?"

Loniti pointed at Zarit.

"I know his breath, he is Zarit."

Weier nodded, but there was no joy or emotion in her voice, but only hostility.

Zarit did not see this. He had completely sunk into his love and ignored everything.

"Do you know? He loves you very much."

"Of course I know, but I don't love him."

The opera has changed its flavor, from a mandarin duck to some unknown creature.

Zarit was also poured on his head by the basin of cold water, and he woke up.

"You, what were you saying? You're kidding, are you?"

He still had a little extravagance, even though he knew that as a dead person, he would never have heard anything wrong again.

"I said, I don't love you. The reason I approached you is because my father wants your treasure. Are you satisfied?"

Weier suddenly became unfamiliar, not only Zarit looked like this, but Loniti also looked like this.

The weak lady suddenly became a cold-blooded woman, even though she had long lost her blood.

Speaking of which, what about John who tells himself a story?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!