I became the ancestor of the blood clan

But Stanley knows that although he is very calm, the talent of being able to resurrect is too perverted. Unless he finds a way to break the resurrection, he has vaguely seen the rise of this group of undead in the near future. They will lose part of their strength, but after all, they have a better chance of becoming strong than they who only have one life.

Of course, Stanley doesn't have any fear. As a level 15 powerhouse, he has enough confidence to face no matter how powerful the enemy is. What's more, this group of undead is far from growing up.

Far from threatening him.

Moreover, the Dark Covenant owns this group of undead, and he may be able to use them to obtain more resources in the future. He has a few hidden treasures in his hands, but the mortal Jedi have never dared to go...

Hunyuan wailed helplessly in his heart, this damned NPC, this brain is so simple, he counted everything about them.

He couldn't find a reason to refuse at all.

Especially after seeing the glorious encounters of those hard-working players on the forum, he was attracted by the big man who knew that he could climb the Dark Covenant now, and that he could get the Vice President of the Dark Covenant who dominates the underground world of Green City. How lucky is it.

This can be said to be a huge opportunity for them. If they miss it, he believes that this NPC who is so smart that he is sweating on his back will definitely find the second batch of players to sign contracts immediately.

And other hard-working players who are dying to die will definitely sign up. Just like Stanley said, he is not the only choice, but the Dark Covenant is indeed their only choice.

"Lord Stanley, we are willing"

After pondering for a while, Hunyuan made a decisive decision. There is nothing to be hypocritical about. They are too weak now and need a huge force to shelter them from the wind and rain.

"Very well, drip your blood on the scroll, and swear to never betray the covenant of darkness, the spell is..."

Stanley nodded in satisfaction, and began to point them to take the oath.

These magic scrolls were obtained by him in an ancient ruins. There were hundreds of them, and their function was to limit the vows made.

Although it is not as powerful as the soul contract of the god of death, it is also very restrictive. Those who have signed a contract and violated it will all end in dire straits, even their souls will be swallowed.

After the three signed the contract, Hunyuan suddenly heard a system prompt.

"Ding~ You have signed a loyalty contract with the Dark Covenant. If you betray the Dark Covenant, your account will be deleted, this account will be canceled directly, and all the materials and property you own will be returned to zero."

Fuck, the three of them looked at each other with shock on their faces.

mmp, this binding force is too damn strong, and the violation will be consumed?What kind of shit game is this, who is the player?

Are we playing games or being played by games?

At this moment, the three of them wanted to jump out and beat the game planner to death, which was so irritating.

At this moment, Stanley stood up with a deep smile on his face, because he felt the power of the contract.

What he didn't tell the Hunyuan Thunderbolt hand Cheng Kun and the others was that the contract actually had a main contract, and the main contract happened to be able to control the secondary contract. He himself inherited the power of the main contract by coincidence in the ancient ruins.

So after the three of them took the oath, he could already directly control their fate.

At this time, Stanley sensed the souls of the three who were branded by the lost world, and as long as he wanted to, he could directly erase the brands of the three.

As a former believer of the evil god, even if he is restrained by Li De now, he will not be a kind creature. It is not strange for the three rookies to be cheated by this dark boss.

"Hunyuan, Thunderbolt, and Cheng Kun, congratulations on becoming partners of the Dark Covenant. I will form a new department with you as the core—the Immortal Soul, and draw 100 mid-level fighters as the foundation.

At present, Draco is managing it temporarily. After you become intermediate professionals, the Immortal Soul will be handed over to you for management.

In the future, I hope you can recruit a group of elite lost world warriors to become part of the Immortal Soul and make more contributions to the Dark Covenant. "

hiss~

The Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun and the three who were originally unhappy with the huge punishment for betraying the dark covenant suddenly felt comfortable.

Draw 100 mid-level professionals, they are all small bosses above level 5, and the department is formed with them as the core.

Fuck, this time it was really cool.

At this moment, the three of them looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

They wished they could go back to the forum as soon as possible to show off the news.

Thinking that I have 100 subordinates and other beta players are still struggling to face NPCs, they have a refreshing feeling like eating iced watermelon in summer.

This wave is not bad.

"I will ask Draco to help you improve your strength and become an intermediate professional as soon as possible.

The future dark covenant needs more undead to work, Hunyuan, I hope you don't let me down"

Hunyuan looked at Stanley's deep gaze and nodded decisively. Now they can be called grasshoppers on a boat.

If you betray the covenant of darkness, your account will be deleted. The price is too high.

Even if he is asked to delete his account now, he is reluctant. If the hard work of the past few days is in vain, he will definitely go crazy.

"Master Stanley, we will work hard"

Stanley nodded, and his tone became a bit more solemn, "Work hard, and when His Majesty Yi Luo comes back, I believe he will reward you."

"Your Majesty Yiluo??" Thunderbolt Hand was a little curious, "Is he the president of our Dark Covenant?"

Stanley took a deep look at him, "Yes, His Majesty Yiluo is the protector of our Dark Covenant, and His Majesty Yiluo is also the vice president of Devil's Heart.

In the future, you will have a chance to meet His Majesty Yiluo.

Believe me, that will be the most memorable and glorious moment in your life. "

The three of them looked at each other, seeing the admiration on the face of Stanley, who was already powerful and indescribable, as the vice president of the Dark Covenant, and inexplicably raised a deep curiosity in his heart about the president Yiluo who had never met before.

He can manage such a huge force of the Dark Covenant, and he is also the vice president of Devil's Heart, one of the three major forces in Green City.

The three major underground forces occupy two spots alone. What kind of existence should such a dark giant-level boss be like?

The three left with anticipation.

At the same time, they couldn't wait to become the big boss successfully, and they showed off the information of being a younger brother in hundreds of intermediate occupations on the forum.

Thinking about the envious and jealous comments of those hard-working beta players makes them excited and cool.

After the room was empty, Grote's tall and burly figure rushed out of the room behind the hall.

The voice was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Stanley, are you sure these adventurers from different planes are of such great value?"

Grote was a little puzzled, "Although they have the ability to resurrect, what value are they worth as only level 1 warrior apprentices?

Randomly grabbing a soldier on the street can easily kill them hundreds of times"

"Are they worthy of our attention and investment of so many resources?"

In the view of this northern warrior, although these adventurers from the lost world have the ability to resurrect, they are too weak after all, and it will take a long time to grow up.

And no one can guarantee that their resurrection is unlimited.

If a lot of resources are spent to cultivate them, but their resurrection ability fails, it will undoubtedly be a great loss to them.

Stanley took a fancy to Grotter's very oppressive body and shook his head helplessly.

The two had known each other for more than ten years. Grote had been Viscount Bernard's head of guards since he was a level 13 dark priest.

He is well aware of the temper of this northern warrior. Although he has transformed into a blood race, his temper has not changed at all.

"Groot, the layout is far from as simple as you think. What you are looking at is the next five years, while I am thinking about the future in ten years or even 20 years."

Stanley's eyes were deep, "If a force wants to develop better, it must not only focus on immediate interests.

This is something I once learned from the Viscount Bernard.

It was the result of Viscount Bernard's long-term plan that the Covenant of Darkness could grow from no one heard of it to one of the three giants.

There is no knight who kills a dragon with one sword, and there is no good thing that you can eat food for a lifetime if you plant it once."

After finishing speaking, the tone paused, "If His Majesty the Ancestor is here, do you think he will agree with my approach?"

Hearing the last sentence, Grote was stunned for a moment, and then said with a bit of eccentricity, "No, Stanley, if the ancestor was here, he wouldn't sign a contract with an adventurer who lost the plane like this."

Stanley frowned, "Oh?? Impossible, I believe in the vision of the ancestor!"

Although he hasn't been in contact with Li De for a long time, he can feel Li De's long-term vision. He doesn't believe that Li De will give up these undead who can be reborn.

Grote suddenly burst out laughing, "My Majesty the Ancestor will let these adventurers cry and beg him to sign a contract, instead of doing like you..."

After finishing speaking, he patted his buttocks, turned and left happily.

Only Stanley was left with a stunned face.

Let these adventurers who are not afraid of death take the initiative to sign a contract?

is it possible?

The young blood-born Stanley seems to have never heard of the legend of the king of routines...

Chapter 213 Child, when you grow up, you will fight for the City of Dawn

Valley of the Giants.

Li De didn't know that players had already appeared in Green City at this time, and there were traces of players in the Scarlet Mage Tower and the Dark Covenant.

He had just offered a price and used two pigs to buy Koso, the bronze cyclops. If the magic word bat wanted to evolve into the dawn bat, it had to use the blood of the bronze cyclops.

Instead of resisting the matter of donating blood, this big man was very interested.

In fact, Corso had gone to the medical department more than once to ask if he could participate in blood donation.

As a Cyclops who has taken an ideological education class and became a new generation of Dawn City residents, he has a very high awareness. Seeing that human beings can donate blood to contribute to Dawn City, he also wants to contribute his own strength.

But it is a pity that the answer from the medical department is very firm every time, no.

Because of the particularity of the structure, the blood race can only suck human blood, because human blood has special energy that other life blood does not have.

These special energies are exactly what the vampires need to maintain their lives.

Therefore, although Corso actively wanted to contribute to the City of Daybreak, and the energy contained in the blood of the Cyclops was huge, he was still not accepted by the medical department.

After all, useless blood would only take up space.

At this time, Corso was asked by Li De alone to carry out the glorious blood donation activity, and each time he could get two rare pigs as a reward, which is simply too wonderful.

The big man was very satisfied with this, he smiled and touched his head with no hair but wrinkled skin.

Li De didn't say much when he saw this, he could only deeply feel that this foodie race is really the best, they can eat whatever they want, and they can almost compare with Huaxia foodies.

Turn around, let the blood race and the magic language bats in the nearby camp prepare to take Corso back to the city of dawn.

When Corso and Castro fought just now, the vampires in the camp didn't make a move, of course he ordered it.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful Castro, the nascent king bat, is, the blood race wouldn't be able to just watch from the sidelines without taking any action.

Corso, whose body was covered with terrifying scars, and Castro, whose wings were about to break off, looked at each other after hearing Reed's order.

At this time, the hostility between the two had long since disappeared, and instead, there was a bit of sympathy for each other.

A strong partner deserves mutual respect.

Li De was a bit speechless about this. Castro had so little combat experience that he was dragged to the ground by Corso for hand-to-hand combat.

If it wasn't for the strength of his blood, he would have been torn to pieces by Corso long ago.

But from this, it can also be seen how powerful this newborn king named by the system is. An air unit fought back and forth with a ground king like Cyclops.

Although the style of painting is wrong, it is enough to explain a lot of things.

However, the scene of Corso activating his own bloodline in the battle, and his strength soared, also made Li De very excited. The potential of this big guy is far from being tapped.

The Bronze Cyclops, this is a powerful existence that activates the ancient blood in the extremely high temperature that melts steel and rocks into magma, was born in the flames, and has several tons of steel fused in its body.

If Corso's potential is only as it is now, Li De will never believe it, but it often takes a long time to tap the power of the bloodline.

After Corso evolved into the Bronze Cyclops, he was in the stage of strength growth, but this process was very slow.

He didn't have a better way to let Corso tap the power of his bloodline quickly, so he could only let him exercise.

But this battle activated his inspiration. Ordinary exercise is too slow. In the future, Corso and Castro must fight against each other frequently... Fighting is the best teacher.

Ke Suo shivered subconsciously, and looked around in a daze, why did he suddenly feel a little flustered just now.

After resting for half a sunday, all the scars on Castro's body had scabbed over, and even some minor injuries had healed, and the newborn king regained his ability to fly.

Corso was almost the same. The scars on Castro's body were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, they were almost healed, and there would be no problem even if there was another war.

The terrifying physical fitness of the two alien creatures made Li De sigh again. This is too strong and durable. If he has this kind of physique, what danger does he need to worry about?It's totally possible to go on a rampage.

After half a Sunday, the city of dawn.