"Big guy, I suggest you put your head on the ground so we can communicate as equals."
"Even after becoming undead, you humans are still the most annoying..."
"You're the dirtiest, ugliest half-elf I've ever seen!"
"Stay away from me, you filthy bastard!
Even after being transformed into undead, you goblins are still the filthiest undead!"
Clang!
"I'll kill you!"
"Milady, I admire your bony figure. Would you care to date me and share in a forbidden romance?"
"I'm male, you bastard!"
"Oh my, that makes me even more excited!"
"Rima, don't provoke that human. Its brain isn't right."
Deep in the Wulan Desert, amid the endless Tide of Undead.
The nine Undead Lords who had first arrived at the Wulan Desert gathered together in accordance with the orders of their Netherworld Monarchs.
This was precisely the place where Huang Yu had once controlled the Nether Mark.
The nine Undead Lords, transformed from ordinary, low-level races such as humans, goblins, and half-elves, only began carrying out the tasks assigned by their creators after going through the usual process of mocking, scolding, threatening, and cursing one another.
"Is this the place marked by our lord?"
"There's nothing here at all. Has that old bastard Istara had his brain eaten clean by vermin?"
"Rogue, you really have no reverence for your own monarch!"
"Hahaha, I wish I could tear those old bones off him, grind them into powder, and scatter them into ghoul shit!"
"Stop wasting time. Our lord Boix sent a divine oracle, ordering me to turn the area within five thousand kilometers into a land of white."
"Me too... Hahaha, this is going to be a huge project!"
"This desert is already barren enough. What's the point of going to all that trouble?"
"There are still some territories around...