Warlord: King of All Clans

Hearing Leo's words, Barthalom's face obviously turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Human, you are playing with fire."

"Wanting everything will only hurt you."

Leo tried to argue, "Since ghosts have their own consciousness, it means they can communicate. As long as they can communicate, it will be helpful to us."

His idea was simple. Before the war started, he could capture a tongue and torture it severely. Maybe he could get some information about the Undead Legion.

And if you have nothing to do, you can study the structure of the undead. Maybe it can come in handy and turn the enemy into a treasure.

In his eyes, the magic of death is also magic, which is a kind of energy.

Just like nuclear energy, for the ancients it was the closest thing to demonic power, and no one who came into contact with it had a good ending.

But in the eyes of modern people, as long as it is handled well, it is clean energy.

Barsalom was just a warrior and didn't want to argue with Leo, the big money sponsor, so he said: "It's easy to capture him alive, but you don't have to learn it."

As he said this, he put down his sword, dispersed the magic power that protected his body, opened his strong chest, and walked towards the ghost.

The ghost, barely condensed from the smoke into a human form, released a strong sense of greed and suddenly pounced on the defenseless Basalom.

The black mist instantly enveloped Barsalom and penetrated through his seven orifices.

Then Barsalom took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His pupils had turned as black as ink.

His cold and bloodthirsty eyes suddenly turned towards Leo.

Leo couldn't help but swear and took a step back to be on guard.

But the next second, Barsalom's eyes returned to normal, he turned around and picked up the long sword, "Let's go."

Leo was amazed at how this peak level nine beastman swordsman could actually allow a ghost to possess his body, and then rely on his strong willpower to resist the ghost's mental control and then suppress the ghost within his body.

If someone else played this game, their soul would be enslaved and turned into a flesh and blood puppet in minutes.

The two men walked out of the cave. Barsalom looked at the strange black building in the valley and swung his sword in the air, making a cross.

The knife light spread, forming two air ripples visible to the naked eye, and then divided the black building into four neat pieces.

As the black building collapsed, the magic of death in the valley lost its maintenance and began to dissipate outwards.

It won’t be long before the concentration of the dead air here will become as thin as that of the outside world. Without the cover of the dead air, the withered land will slowly fade away.

Leo summoned the black dragon and invited Barsalom to ride along, flying directly back to the Wind God Fortress.

Upon hearing the news, the Orc Shaman Leoni rushed over, took one look at Barsalom, and immediately knew the reason.

He sighed, took out a clay pot engraved with runes, and whispered a spell.

As he chanted the spell, a thick aura of death emanated from Barsalom's body, the possessed ghost let out a soul scream, and the black mist was torn apart by an invisible force.

The high-level ghost struggled constantly, but to no avail, and was eventually trapped in the clay pot.

The black mist figure, which was originally as tall as the orc, had its lower body sucked into the clay pot, leaving only the upper half floating at the mouth of the pot. Suddenly, it didn't look so scary anymore.

The imprisoned high-level ghost is still unruly and constantly radiates strong negative emotions, making people around him feel uncomfortable.

After sealing the high-level ghost, Leoni released two purification spells, which fell on Leo and Barsalom respectively.

"You both got caught."

Leo was purified by the purification technique, and suddenly he felt a little more awake, as if he had been up all night and was touched by the cool breeze of the early morning.

But he still didn't feel like he had been tricked.

Great Shaman Leoni sighed and explained, "The mental attack of the undead ghost is not only an offensive spell, but also a mental infection. You will invisibly develop emotions of exploitation, pity, and identification with it. The longer the time, the more reluctant you will be to kill it."

"Everyone who wants to use ghosts will eventually be used by them."

"The only way is to kill it as soon as you see it, without any extra thoughts."

Leo was horrified, but thought about it the other way around, "So, ghosts are also afraid of death?"

As soon as he said this, the three of them keenly felt that the high-level ghost's emotions had obviously stagnated.

Leo nodded immediately, "Very good, the undead are not afraid of death, but the dead are afraid of death."

The high-level ghost let out a soul roar, suddenly shrank into the clay pot, and never showed up again.

Leoni couldn't help but shook his head. The young man in front of him was still too optimistic.

But it's normal to think about it. Unlike the beastmen, the human race does not face the undead directly in the northern snowfields. They often see scenes of being invaded by ghosts, leading to the destruction of families and the annihilation of the entire clan.

Without bloody lessons, there would not be enough sense of crisis.

The Gate of Calamity did not leak the magic of death in recent years, but has been leaking for hundreds of years. It was only in recent years that it reached its climax, breaking through the seal in one fell swoop, forming a frenzy that swept across the snowfield.

Although the death magic power in previous years was not even one-tenth of what it is today, it would still give birth to many mid- and high-level ghosts, causing trouble for the beastmen on the snowfield.

During these hundreds of years, races on the snowfields have also studied the magic of death, and thus the evil cult of the undead was born.

But anyone who utilizes the power of death will ultimately end up with a twisted mind, a disregard for life, and become an accomplice of the undead.

The Undead Cult is also a cult among the savage orcs, and any clan that is slightly more orthodox will spare no effort to eliminate them.

Looking at the clay pot that sealed the ghost, Leo didn't have any ideas for the time being, but he was a man who listened to advice. He put the clay pot into his magic cloak and said, "Since people can't do it, then don't let people study it."

Send it to the atrium and throw it to Al!

Leo just didn't believe that this high-level ghost could infect the artificial intelligence Al.

If there is progress, the atrium energy source increases by one.

If there is no progress, then add one to the collection.

After staying in the Aeolus Fortress for a while, seeing that autumn was getting deeper, Leo decided to set off for home.

He came here to investigate the situation of the undead, not to be stationed here all year round. Riverbend has done its best to assist two thousand trolls, one thousand dogs, and one hundred armored ogres.

These river bend combat forces can help the orcs defend the Wind God Fortress. Even if the battle situation is really unfavorable, they can hold out until Leo leads his troops to arrive.

Apart from his personal guards, the only ones who went back with Leo were Freya and Asa. Krog, Kedosha, Rambowan and Dorn all stayed here.

"As long as the undead have not retreated, the aid plan of the River Bay will continue. When the war in the North is settled and there are more troops, I will send more troops here. I hope the three commanders will work together to hold the defense line."

When I returned to Hewan again, it was already October. The large tracts of arable land in Hewan were being plowed in preparation for planting winter wheat.

In the past, the land in the north could only grow one season's crops, and the land would be barren in the winter.

If this season's winter wheat can successfully survive the cold winter and produce a good harvest, then from now on, arable land in the north will be able to be rotated and planted like in the south to achieve increased production.

As soon as he returned to the river bend, Leo met an unexpected guest.

The eldest son of the Kurolov family, the blood mage Locke Kurolov!