Chapter 249: Collaboration with the Indigenous People?

"I am your friend. I can help you deal with Achilles. He is our common enemy. Are you interested in cooperating?"

The Frost King remained calm when he heard this. The skeleton continued:

"I think this condition is not attractive enough for you, right? How about this? I can give you an ancient magic creation to show my sincerity in cooperation."

The Frost King was still unmoved.

"This doesn't move you?"

"Well, maybe you do have some hidden cards, otherwise you wouldn't dare to confront Achilles, but no matter what your hidden cards are, you can't defeat Achilles."

"Only I know how to defeat Achilles. After all, I am his most beloved uncle."

"I watched him grow up little by little, and I taught him the earliest magic, but he betrayed me. My unfilial nephew actually revealed my research to the church!"

"To avenge this, I will make him swallow needles and eat iron, and suffer a lifetime of torture!"

The Frost King was still unmoved, which made the person who sent him the message through the skull gradually unsure of him.

Could it be that he still couldn't be convinced?

Was the condition not attractive enough, or did he know that he couldn't beat Achilles, so he didn't even think about fighting?

In this case...

"I can add an ancient magic artifact. If this still doesn't satisfy your appetite, then you should know that the greedy should have their own graves."

The Frost King's fingers kept tapping on the ice next to the throne, and a hole had been poked in the ice.

What on earth was he saying?

I couldn't understand a word.

The Frost King just heard him mumbling a lot of words.

At this time, the Frost King suddenly remembered something.

His blue pupils looked at the White Walker beside him, and the White Walker instantly understood what he meant, "King, he said he hopes to cooperate with you."

"Deal with Achilles together."

"You should have said it earlier."

"Tell him that I agree."

...

At the other end, in an underground city.

An old man in a black robe cursed angrily, "This greedy bastard, if he didn't see that he could survive from my nephew, he would not be worthy of negotiating with me!"

"However, if I can kill my nephew, all this will be worth it."

"Achilles, my dear nephew, when I take off your head, I will definitely use the necromancy that you hate the most to erode every inch of your skin!"

"Then I will refine you into my most perfect abomination!"

"This is what you agreed with your uncle when you were a child. You must assist your uncle's research for free, and your uncle will make you incomparably powerful!"

...

The next day.

The Frost King held the skull with a bad face, "Ask him where the things are sent. If he says he will give it to me later, let him die as soon as possible."

The White Walker next to him was stunned for a moment, and he was sweating profusely when he heard the skull's words.

"He said... I'll give it to you later."

The Frost King's eyes turned cold, "Then why are you wasting your time talking to me?"

The White Walker quickly looked at the head, "Our king said that if you don't bring the agreed things within three days, the cooperation will end here, and he will take your head first."

"I advise you to be more sensible."

What the hell?

After hearing the White Walker's words, the skull suddenly became uneasy.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and endured it, "Okay, I'll send the things over tonight, you, tell, him, not to be anxious."

When I turn Achilles into an abomination, you will be the next one!

...

Above the city of the Aaron Empire, a figure quickly fell from the sky and plunged to the ground!

Boom!

There was only a loud noise, and a big hole was drilled in the ground in response.

Dust flew up, and 009 climbed up from the pit. In front of him was a medieval building. "I shouldn't have done that. It's the damned Middle Ages."

"That's right. I shouldn't have expected that Qin Leng, that old guy, could make me live comfortably. He would definitely throw me to a deserted place."

"Then now, we can only start the industrial revolution from scratch."

But that's what he said, but the first problem he faced was not this.

The most difficult problem for him now is the language barrier.

Just like the Frost King, it's difficult to support anything once the language barrier is broken.

Thinking of this, 009 gritted his teeth and directly picked up his legs and tried desperately to tear his legs off his body.

But his absolutely indestructible characteristics told him that all you did was in vain.

You can no longer split.

This made 009 bang his head on the ground, but he had a good habit, that is, five minutes of anger.

Five minutes ago, he wanted to kill that person because of anger, and five minutes later, he simply wanted to kill this person.

After a moment, 009 regrouped and sat up straight, and began to think about how to communicate with the people in this world.

Just at this moment, a hand holding an unknown fruit appeared in 009's field of vision.

009 glanced and saw a man in cloth standing beside him, with a guitar-like instrument on his back.

He said something, and 009 frowned after hearing it, "Get lost."

The man scratched his head and looked at a woman next to him.

"What did he say?"

"Tell you to go away."

"Ah?"

"By the way, what language did he say? I have never heard of this language in my travels?"

"I don't know either."

"Then can you still understand?"

"In fact, it is proven that there is no language that elves cannot understand."

"But you are only a half-elf, Jenna."

"So what? At least my ancestors are pure natural people."

Just as the two were talking, a middle-aged man in armor came from a distance. His outfit looked a bit like a paladin.

"Why don't you leave?"

The man carrying the lute shrugged, "I was just helping people out of kindness, but dear Jenna told me that this person asked me to go away. I can hardly imagine that someone would refuse such a handsome face as mine."

"Maybe next time I should help a down-and-out girl."

"Are all you Moors so narcissistic?" The long-eared woman named Jenna said speechlessly.

The paladin came up, "Although this is wrong, please forgive me for having a stereotype about the Moors."

"My teacher told me that the Moors will steal your crops, trick your daughter into elopement with him, and take your sheep."

The man carrying the lute twitched his mouth, "Uncle, you are 'Pareding', where are your rules?"

"I think you should learn Mandarin well and stop using your flat-mouthed Moorish. That's called Paladin, not Pareding." The paladin said.

"Okay, Paladin, our holy warrior, but I seem to be the captain?" The man pinched his waist and said.

The paladin ignored him directly and turned to look at 009 on the side.

The outfit and dress that he had never seen before, and the face did not look like an imperial person.

"Jenna, can you ask where this wanderer came from? Maybe we can provide him with some help."

The man carrying the lute came over, "No way, is our Paladin showing mercy again?"

"We still have to rush to the Golden City!"

The Paladin took out a book from his arms, "This is the code. Whenever there is injustice, justice must be given. Whenever there is suffering, a helping hand must be given. Whenever..."

"Okay, okay, I'm not interested in listening to you talk about the Light Code, Mr. Paladin, but I have to remind you that time is running out."

"Now that the zombies are rampant, we should save more people, right?"

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