A week later, Zhang Xiao brought the werewolf to a seaside town. It's not that the Dead Soul Island is far away from the land, but that our Lord Zhang has lost his way again.
On the endless sea, it is easy to get lost if there is no clear direction, even in the sky.
Zhang Xiao was originally a road idiot. Without knowing the direction, if the werewolf on the road didn't remind him in time, he might fly directly to the North Pole with the werewolf (Zhang Xiao, this fool flew directly north).
After landing in the town, Zhang Xiao quickly asked someone for directions. There is no mercenary guild in the small town and no other guilds. Ordinary people only know the nearest city to them. Zhang Xiao had to find the nearest city before going to the Mage Guild.
"Excuse me, how far is it from Thomas City?" Zhang Xiao walked into the Mage Guild and asked the beautiful reception lady standing in front of the black reception desk.
Thomas City is the capital of the Hass Empire in the hinterland of Osiris, and the seat of the Magic Guild.
"I'm really sorry, I don't know exactly how far it is, but if you are a registered mage in our guild, you can use our guild's teleportation array to collect you only ten gold coins at a time." The petite and lovely reception lady brought Answered Zhang Xiao with a charming smile.
"Well, I am Necromancer Duma, please take me to the teleportation formation, I am going to meet the chairman." Zhang Xiao said blankly.
"Okay, please! Wait, your name is Duma, Necromancer Duma?" The reception lady called out suddenly as if frightened.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiao felt that this woman was a little fussy, and the werewolf stood behind him and didn't know where the soul flew.
"Your lord, the president, notified the mainland chapters one week in advance: Once you see Mr. Dumar, please go to the general meeting as soon as possible."
"I'm going to see the chairman now." Zhang Xiao said angrily. If it hadn't been for the lost and delayed on the road, he would have already met the president at the general meeting now.
"Please come with me." The reception lady quickly adjusted her mind and put on a charming smile on her face.
"Where did you go? Do you still know that you came to see me?" As soon as we met, the white-haired old president angered Zhang Xiao.
"I'm lost on the road." Zhang Xiao looked at the white-haired old man indifferently. He still did not change, and his temper was as fierce and violent as when he first met. This reminded Zhang Xiao of the former owner of the Necromancer Tower! Bruce Chris, the old man in black robes with a foul-faced face came to meet the chairman with himself, but now he is the only one.
"Lost? You won't let the people from the Mage Tower send you here?" The old president continued to roar. He really didn't understand. It just took a whole week to see people who could obviously only take a few minutes.
"Anpu is a zombie, he can't enter the magic enchantment of Mage Tower."
"Zombie?" Only then did the old president notice the werewolf behind Zhang Xiao. He circled the werewolf twice, looking up and down for a long time, looking at the werewolf straight in his heart, he thought the old president grew up. Is there a problem with sexual orientation
"Well, he is indeed an undead creature. The breath of death on his body is extremely thin, and I really can't tell if I don't look closely." The old president nodded with his white beard, and then continued to ask Zhang Xiao: "Your skeleton Woolen cloth?"
"Which one?" When he was on the Island of the Dead, he also told others that the Bone Demon was also his skeleton warrior. Zhang Xiao didn't understand which one the old president asked.
"How many skeletons do you have?"
"two."
"Leave it all out for me to see." The old president's tone has become much better now. The werewolf decided to stay away from the old man. He walked to the bookshelf to one side and took a book thicker than a brick and looked at it casually.
"Here?" Zhang Xiao burst into sweat, and the ten-meter height of the bone demon didn't burst the president's office.
"You let me see the little black skeleton first."
"No." Zhang Xiao felt uncomfortable when he thought of the small ribs.
"No? Why are they gone?" The old president's white eyebrows were all connected together.
"I was sent to the underworld by the Lord of the Abyss, I!"
"What?" The old president screamed and interrupted Zhang Xiao's words. The werewolf was taken aback, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"Abyss Lord? How did you meet?" The old president has no reason not to be surprised. There has been no Abyss Lord to master the material world for hundreds of years, and the current mage has no ability to summon the Abyss Lord, including himself.
"I went to the Abyss Realm." Zhang Xiao felt a little strange. There are 72 lords in the Abyss Realm, and it is not very strange to encounter one.
The old president has the urge to have a convulsion. His hands are shaking like Parkinson's syndrome. The werewolf thinks that the old man has Alzheimer's
"You! What are you doing in the Abyss Realm?" The old guild leader who had been shaking for a long time asked again in a speechless voice.
"When I was in the underground world, I accidentally entered a space crack and it passed. I only came back a week ago." Zhang Xiao, like toothpaste, squeezed a little bit from the old club, he said a little.
"Underground world." The old president took a meaningful look at Zhang Xiao with an indifferent expression. He buried his head and walked to the side of the dark red sofa to sit down and continued to ask: "Then what else did you find in the underground world?"
"I have only seen half-orcs and blood elves. The black dragon has only heard the blood elves mentioned, and has not seen it personally."
"The half-orcs and blood elves are both degenerate races that were exiled to the underground world three thousand years ago. I didn't expect them to reproduce to this day. It's really not easy." The old president leaned on the sofa and looked at the ceiling. "Then what's their current strength?"
"Half orcs have more people, blood elves have fewer people, and their overall strength is stronger than humans, but if humans use magic armor, they shouldn't worry about it at all." Zhang Xiao is also telling the truth, if humans don't use it. In the magic armor, the same number of contested humans are not opponents at all. After all, the blood elves have been in the underground world for so many years, and their magical attainments have long surpassed humans.
The surface world is so big, there are only a few magisters, and the number of magisters of one race of blood elves is at least double digits.
"What about the Abyss Realm? I heard that there were 72 Lords in the Abyss Realm before, so how many are there now? There must be more than before, right?"
"There were 72 when we went, but now there are only 48." The werewolf interjected.
"Why?" The old president looked at the werewolf curiously.
"I was killed by my boss. If it weren't for the boss's kindness, I'm afraid that now a lord of the abyss will not be left." The werewolf was holding the book, his eyes were still on the book, and he didn't even lift his head when he spoke.
"Your boss? Who is your boss? Also the Lord of the Abyss? So powerful?" The old president straightened up from the sofa. He didn't pay attention to this matter. In his imagination, the only thing that could kill the Lord of the Abyss was the Abyss. Lord, only the great magister in the main material world can barely manage it, but now the great magister has disappeared.