"Where are they? Just give me the coordinates." The red-scaled woman smiled faintly, speaking as casually as if she were deciding what to eat for lunch.
If she had been an ordinary person, Daimon would certainly have thought her arrogant. But this was not his first time working with her, and he knew very well how terrifying this woman was.
Their first cooperation had been over ten thousand years ago, on that Ghost Battlefield, right? It was a Level 3 planet that had naturally formed into a land of undead asuras, an ideal home ground for the undead. Yet at the time, three Ancient Gods led by undead liches were on that planet, and most of the rest belonged to the Celestial God Civilization, which was primarily based on arcane energy. The Naga were at a tremendous disadvantage there.
Seeing that they were about to be driven out of the battlefield, he and another person in charge simply gave up and chose to hire outside mercenaries. The location was relatively close to a Void Wormhole, and many mercenaries refused to take the job at the time. Just when he thought they would not even get the chance to give up, a mysterious team approached them.
To be honest, undead rarely became mercenaries. Those who could return from the Realm of the Dead either possessed treasures of their own or pledged allegiance to Sylvanas in exchange for subsidies. Very few were willing to mix with mercenaries. Mercenaries were already unreliable—who would be willing to hire undead who were even more unreliable?
Back then, Sabo's Blood Demon mercenaries had spent considerable effort building a reputation.
This mysterious team consisted entirely of dragons, with around ten members. Mercenary Groups of this caliber were rare, and the key point was that they had never