Necromancer: Ahem! I'm really not Lao Liu!

Zhang Dabing finally felt relieved after receiving such a long-awaited treatment.

However, the atmosphere in Zuiyue Pavilion seems a little off today.

So, Zhang Dabing sensed it and roughly understood what was going on;

It was Denor who led the Skeleton Army and swept through the Yin District. The news sent by the various areas defending the city finally spread...

Zhang Dabing thought, this guy is quite capable...

But it seems that it is not a bad thing for him. According to the current situation, under the extreme prosperity, everyone is very stable. It is a pipe dream to want to get the "Yang Yu" in such an environment.

But after hearing this news, he seems to have some ideas. He wants to do something big.

When a place of extreme prosperity and enjoyment encounters the baptism of war, one wonders what the reaction will be. Zhang Dabing suddenly became curious about how these so-called scholars would respond, and inexplicably felt a little excited.

Cool! I get excited just thinking about causing trouble, but that's not right...

But what the hell this is doesn’t matter now, just enjoy it first.

The next day, Zhang Dabing informed Denuo that they could attack the city walls defended by humans~but the old rule still applied: civilians could not be attacked.

Denuo stood there in a daze and asked, "Didn't we say we would take a three-day break?"

Zhang Dabing said, "Yeah, it's time to rest. You can just send the undead army over there. You don't have to go there yourself."

Denuo: "Even rest time should be squeezed~"

Zhang Dabing: "You can continue to rest, just do your work well!"

Denuo... How can you work while resting, and how can you rest while working~ Isn't this a spear and a shield?

Zhang Dadan said, "Naive! I let you rest, but you can't stop living."

Then, Zhang Dabing continued to enjoy the good life in Zuiyue Pavilion.

Inside the Drunken Moon Pavilion, the once harmonious atmosphere of elegant poetry, reciting poems and composing couplets, with one person singing and the next taking the stage, had undergone a drastic change. It had become a discussion about the front lines.

Among these numerous discussions, three completely different reactions emerged.

The first reaction came from those scholars who were ambitious and passionate. They had righteous faces and their eyes were full of firmness and determination: "We, the scholars, have been taught by the saints to put the interests of our country and our family first. Now that the front line is in trouble, it is time for us to lead the way and serve the world."

The second reaction was that of those with conflicted feelings and a heavy burden of concerns. Their brows furrowed, their faces filled with hesitation. "The battle on the front lines is arduous. Although we have learned the teachings of the sages, our abilities are limited. If we go, I'm afraid we won't be able to help, and we might even become a burden. However, if we stand by and watch our country in trouble, how can we be worthy of the sage's teachings and the robes of a scholar?" They paced back and forth, their minds torn between their own consciences and their own desires, unable to make a decision.

The third group seemed quite indifferent, even aloof and indifferent, believing they deserved to enjoy themselves, as if the outside world's heated discussions had no bearing on them. One of them spoke slowly, "The world is a major issue, and there are many capable people. Why bother getting involved in that mess? We don't need a bunch of small fry like us. Not to mention whether we can make a difference on the front lines, if something goes wrong, wouldn't all our years of hard work be wasted? If something bad happens..." He didn't say the rest, but everyone who heard it understood.

Zhang Dabing was not in the box today. As the instigator behind the scenes, he found it interesting to listen to these people's discussion and couldn't help but smile.

A scholar happened to see this scene and couldn't help asking, "Brother, do you have any insights? What do you think about this matter?"

Zhang Dabing didn't expect that the melon could be eaten by himself~

Zhang Dabing was also bored and was ready to tease them;

Zhang Dabing deliberately cleared his throat, put on an unfathomable look, and slowly spoke, "Everyone, in my opinion, what's happening on the front lines may seem like just a clash of swords and weapons, but in fact, there are many hidden secrets behind it."