Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

While chatting, the topic inexplicably turned to increasing employment fees.

"The cost of hiring undead has increased by three levels. City Lord Zhang Peng, I want to hire more undead!" Prince Gregory shouted and turned to look at Zhang Peng.

"The Ratmen are willing to increase the hiring fee for four levels! I hope the undead can support the Ratmen as always!" Delcha also showed no sign of weakness and started arguing. Whether the emperor agrees to increase the fee or not is something that will happen later. We can't admit defeat at this time. Take a breath.

Zhang Peng silently turned to look at Prince Gregory.

"The rat people are indeed greedy and stingy. We trolls are willing to increase the hiring fee by seven levels." Prince Gregory first mocked Delcha with disdain, and then shouted.

"We ratmen are willing to increase the hiring fee!" Delcha growled through gritted teeth.

Zhang Peng turned to look at Li Ziyu, who grinned and gave Zhang Peng a thumbs up.

This is the real way of sitting on a mountain and watching a tiger fight.

Before the undead said anything, the troll tribe and the rat tribe had already consciously begun to compete for financial resources.

I'm glad to hear it.

Li Ziyu felt very happy, but his face showed no special expression and remained calm.

Liu Xingxing, on the other hand, couldn't hide anything in his heart. At this time, he was happy and smiling, and kept saying to Li Ziyu, "Boss, it's gone up, it's gone up..."

Fortunately, neither Delcia nor Gregory had the intention to pay attention to the undead and compete with each other for quotations.

The price tripled, and even the Troll Prince couldn't bear it now. He hesitated and kept communicating with his companions passing behind him with his eyes.

His two companions kept shaking their heads helplessly.

"Prince, you can't go any further. It's already exceeded expectations. Your father won't agree if you add more. Don't make it self-defeating." The accompanying companions advised.

Gregory frowned, with dissatisfaction in his expression.

Seeing that Gregory had died down, Delcha became proud and said, "Young man who hasn't grown hair yet, come on, triple it! Triple the price, if you have the ability, you can add more!"

A ferocious look appeared on Gregory's face, and he leaned forward, "I, four... uh uh uh..."

Before he could say anything, the companion behind him immediately stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and pulled him back to his seat.

One troll held down the struggling Gregory, and another troll stood up and said to Delcia, "Okay, Mr. Delcia, we trolls admit defeat. We are no match for you, but we can pay three times the original price." Hiring the undead, will you, the Rat King, approve of this? Don't be unable to get the money by then."

The troll's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Delcha's heart, making him tremble all over.

Delcha turned pale.

Finished!

The quarrel just now was so loud that there was no time to think about whether the emperor is the emperor or not.

Now that the troll mentioned it, he remembered why he came to the undead.

He came to appease the undead and ask them to lower the price of mercenaries.

Let the troll make such a fuss. He forgot the emperor's instructions. Not only did he not lower the price, he also tripled it!

die, die, die...

Three times. If this price is passed back, he will be dead!

"You trolls are playing tricks on me! You did it on purpose! City Lord Zhang Peng, the quotation just now is not counted, it was the trolls who misled me!" Delcha couldn't care less and hurriedly said to Zhang Peng who was watching the fun.

Hearing this, Zhang Peng's face suddenly darkened. He slapped the table, stood up, and looked at Delcha coldly, "I don't think the troll is playing tricks on you, but you are playing tricks on me. You feel that we undead are easy to bully." ?"

"You represent the rat race, are you going to go back on your word?"

"This is how the rat people do things, so I have to consider whether to continue to support you rat people."

Facing Zhang Peng's questioning, Delqia was speechless. His mouth moved a few times, but he could not speak.

He recalled the whole thing. It really had nothing to do with the undead, and the undead didn't ask him to re-quote.

It was the trolls, the trolls triggered this quote.

I fell into the trap of the trolls and the prices kept rising.

Now what I said just now is nonsense. What can the undead do? Even if they are from other races, they can't do it.

What are you doing?

Are you kidding me?

What kind of occasion is this? A meeting between the three tribes. Could it be a place for fun?

Facing Zhang Peng's question, Delqia really didn't dare to respond. If he did, his life would really be lost if he went back.

He rolled his eyes, thought of an idea, and said to Zhang Peng, "City Lord Zhang Peng, I was framed by the trolls. They were the ones who started it. I believe they will never pay the price they said." !”

After saying that, Delcha looked at Prince Gregory with a dark smile.

He had just quoted three times the price, and Prince Gregory was not much better. He quoted two and a half times. Delcha did not believe that the other party could accept this price.

What he didn't expect was that Gregory broke away from the shackles of his companions, stood up, straightened his clothes, glanced at him disdainfully, turned to Zhang Peng and said, "My words mean that on behalf of the Trolls, we are willing to use two Order five times the resources in exchange for greater help from the undead."

Delcha was stunned, pointed at Gregory and asked the other two trolls, "Are you still ignoring me now and just letting your prince do whatever he wants?"

The other two trolls glanced at Delcha and said with dissatisfaction in their tone, "The prince is not messing around. We are indeed willing to spend two and a half times the resources. Prince Gregory represents the king of our troll clan."

What the heck, if it weren't for you, a rat-human clan 250, we might not have to pay so much.

But having said the words, Prince Gregory will definitely not go back on his words.

When he came to the undead, the Troll King did give a bottom line of 2.5 times.

Because of the infected and demons, the trolls have fallen into an unprecedented disaster. Every day that passes, the trolls become more dangerous.

Outsiders can't see anything. They only feel that the troll territory is on fire and fighting is happening everywhere, but the situation is still stable.

Only the top trolls know that the trolls are now facing the crisis of annihilation!

The trolls' combat effectiveness is not bad, but as they themselves said, their resistance to gray fog is far inferior to that of the rat men.

After each battle, a large number of troll warriors must be infected and transformed into demons.

After several battles, not only did the demon's development momentum fail to be curbed, but the number of demons increased.

The only thing the trolls found that could fight against the demons was the undead.

Only the undead are not afraid of the infected and can eliminate the demons.

In the face of a genocide crisis, resources are no longer so important.

Resources can be saved, but if the trolls are wiped out, there will be nothing left.

In order to keep the trolls alive, the troll king has done whatever it takes. Prince Gregory must bring back more undead armies!

Delcha's eyes widened and he looked at the troll in disbelief, "You, you, you trolls, what on earth are you doing? That's two and a half times the resources!"

Gregory straightened his clothes, straightened the golden hoop on his head, and said to Delcha, "Yes, two and a half times the resources, we trolls are willing to pay so many resources, the undead army is worth this price, and, We trolls are not as shameless as you rat people, if we say it, we will do it!"

The troll companion beside him nodded and said, "You rat people are only worthy of living in the dungeon. You are really just rats. You have no faith at all, and you can take back whatever you say."

Delcha's face turned pale from the rebuke, and then he became furious. His face turned red from suppressing it, but he did not dare to say a word.

First he looked at Zhang Peng, who was staring at him with a gloomy face, and then turned back to Sayer behind him for help.

When Sayer saw Delcha coming over, he shrugged with embarrassment, saying that he was helpless.

He also participated in the scolding war just now, but he was not the one who made the quotation. He didn't say anything, it was Delcha who did the talking.

What can he do? He is just a businessman. Oh, and he was once a slave rat. How could he be qualified to participate in such a showdown between nobles?

Zhang Peng's cold voice came over, "Mr. Delcha, what is your final decision? Do you still plan to withdraw three times the offer? In this case, our undead tribe may have to consider suspending support for your rat tribe. After all, I feel The trolls are more sincere."

Delqia trembled and shouted quickly, "No, no, no, City Lord Zhang Peng, I have no intention of taking it back."

Zhang Peng continued to ask, "So, next, on behalf of the Ratmen, are you willing to pay three times the previous fee to continue to hire the undead army?"

Delcha swallowed, no, no!

Three times really doesn’t work!

That's more than what the trolls paid. The emperor will not forgive me. Even if the emperor forgives me, those elders and nobles will tear me apart!

Delcha's mouth was dry and he struggled hard, "We, the rat people, are willing to spend two and a half times the resources like the trolls to win the support of the undead."

"Ha, it's really embarrassing for you to go back on your word." Liu Xingxing couldn't bear it anymore and said aloud.

Delcha immediately looked over and asked dissatisfiedly, "Who are you? Do you know that this is a meeting between the three tribes?"

Li Ziyu sat on the same spot, picked up the cup and took a sip of juice, and said leisurely, "Mr. Rat Man, who do you think can sit next to the undead? Of course we represent the undead, and you also know that these are the three races. During the talks, you represent the rat people, and I hope you will be careful with your words."

One word made Delcia shut up.

Zhang Peng took over and said, "Our undead tribe is a race that pays attention to credibility. Whether from the perspective of the undead tribe or from the perspective of a businessman, I feel that credibility is very, very important. We do not welcome people who go back on their word, let alone Do business with people who go back on their word.”

This is equivalent to telling Delcha that you have thought twice and five times now. It is impossible. We, the undead tribe, do not agree!

If you want the undead tribe to continue sending undead legions to the rat people, then go three times, otherwise we will break up in two pieces.

Delcia was completely panicked. He didn't expect it to be like this.

"Cough cough."

Sayer coughed twice, stood up, and leaned into Delcha's ear, "Promise, Mr. Delcha, agree first."

Delcha looked at Sayer in disbelief.

Do you want me to agree?

That's three times!

Three times!

Which side are you on? Are you with the trolls?

Sayer looked at Delcha's eyes and explained in a low voice, "If the undead don't cooperate with us rat people, it will cause a huge crisis. Neither you nor I can bear this responsibility, and it will even attract the wrath of the undead." Maybe, for the sake of the rat people, you have to agree."

"I will die." Delcha whispered through gritted teeth.

Sayer looked at Delcha with pity, "The army of the undead has withdrawn, causing the anger of the undead. Mr. Delcha, even if you are a royal family, your whole family will die. I promised three times the resources to bear the wrath of the emperor. You might survive, and at least your loved ones won’t have to die.”

Delcia froze.

Sahil was telling the truth.

Given the current situation of the rat people, the undead army is indispensable.

That is the main force fighting against the infected.

No matter what the elders and nobles say, the fact is that the undead are the best way to deal with the infected.

Once the undead army withdraws, the Ratmen will definitely be in chaos.

Not to mention the anger of the undead tribe, which is something the rat tribe cannot bear now. They can no longer provoke enemies.

Delcha trembled and picked up the water glass, took a big sip, gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you, three times, three times the resources!"

After saying this, Delcha seemed to have lost all strength and fell limply on the chair.

Zhang Peng, Li Ziyu and Liu Xingxing all smiled at the same time.

Just agree.

Zhang Peng was in a very good mood. He sat down again and said slowly, "Then let's talk about how many undead you need."

Gregory was anxious and couldn't wait to say, "We need a lot of undead, as many as we need, the more the better!"

Delqia shook her body and wanted to say something, but then she closed her mouth.

He was afraid of falling for another troll.

Zhang Peng touched his chin, "Prince Gregory, you have to think clearly before you say how many undead you want. Don't say how many undead you want."

Although Gregory had a bad temper, he was not a fool. When he heard this, he knew that Zhang Peng was targeting him.

There is something going on here. Gregory was silent for a moment, thought about it seriously and asked, "City Master Zhang Peng, can I ask how many undead we can hire now?"

Zhang Peng nodded with a smile and said softly, "Thirty million."

When Delqia heard this number, his eyes bulged, he pointed at Zhang Peng and said tremblingly, "You..."

He and Gregory quarreled, and wasn't one of the reasons why the price was too high due to the insufficient number of undead?

In order to win the remaining share of the undead army, the price was tripled.

If he knew that the undead clan still had 30 million reserve troops, how could he raise the price so stupidly!

Even if he is not a businessman, he still knows that rare things are valuable.

Delcha had a mouthful of old blood in his throat and almost spit it out.

Too bully.

Gregory was also confused and didn't react for a long time, "Thirty or thirty million?"

Zhang Peng nodded and confirmed, "Yes, thirty million. Prince Gregory, how many undead do you want to hire?"

Prince Gregory took a deep breath and secretly thought it was dangerous.

What he just said was that he should take as much as he could. At 2.5 times the hiring price, 30 million could completely destroy the troll clan, and it wasn't enough.

Fortunately, City Master Zhang Peng didn't take him as seriously as he did to the Rat Man, otherwise he would have been really in trouble.

You have to think about it next time you speak.

But then, the Troll Prince became happy and turned to discuss with his companions.

The powerful tribes in the central area are now hiring the undead tribe. Starting some time ago, the mercenary armies of the undead tribe began to shrink back and no longer rent legions on a large scale.

This made all the tribes think that there were not many undead tribes left.

If the Trolls were not facing the crisis of genocide, they would not let the prince lead a team to send envoys to the Undead.

Prince Gregory did not expect that he would get such a surprise when he went on a mission to the undead tribe.

There are still 30 million undead troops in reserve, so it will be easy to handle. After some discussion, Prince Gregory stretched out two fingers and said, "This time we need two million undead troops. With the original two points Renting it at five times the price, I hope City Lord Zhang Peng can quickly send the undead army to the troll territory."

Zhang Peng nodded with a smile and said, "As long as your resources arrive, I will immediately send out the Undead Corps to reinforce the Trolls."