Cooperating with the Natives?

"I am your friend. I can help you deal with Achilles. He is our common enemy. Are you interested in cooperating?"

The Frost King remained unfazed upon hearing this, and the skeleton continued:

"I think this offer is still not attractive enough for you, right? How about this, I can give you an ancient magical artifact as a token of my sincerity in cooperating."

The Frost King remained unmoved.

"This doesn't sway you?"

"Alright, you may indeed be holding back some trump cards, otherwise you wouldn't dare to confront Achilles. But whatever your trump cards are, you can't possibly defeat Achilles."

"Only I know how to defeat Achilles. After all, I am his most beloved uncle."

"I watched him grow up from the bottom of my heart. I taught him his earliest magic, but he betrayed me. This unfilial nephew of mine actually exposed my research to the church!"

"To avenge this, I will make him swallow needles and eat iron, and suffer torment for a lifetime!"

The Frost King remained unmoved, which made the person who was speaking to him through the skull increasingly uncertain about his situation.

Is it still impossible to persuade him?

Was the offer not tempting enough, or did he know he couldn't defeat Achilles and therefore had no intention of fighting at all?

In that case...

"I can add another ancient magical artifact. If that still doesn't satisfy your appetite, then you should know that the greedy deserve their own grave."

The Frost King's fingers tapped incessantly on the solid ice beside his throne, already poking a hole in it.

What exactly is he saying?

I couldn't understand a single word.

Frost King heard him ramble on and on as if he were saying a lot of things.

At that moment, the Frost King suddenly remembered something.

His blue eyes looked at the White Walker beside him, who instantly understood his meaning. "My lord, he says he hopes to cooperate with you."

"Let's fight Achilles together."

"You should have said so earlier."

"Tell him that I agree."

On the other side, inside an underground city.

An old man in a black robe cursed, "That greedy bastard! If it weren't for the fact that he survived my nephew, he wouldn't even be worthy to negotiate with me!"

"However, if I can kill my nephew, it will all be worth it."

"Achilles, my dear nephew, once I've ripped your head off, I'll use the necromancy you hate so much to erode every inch of your skin!"

"Then I will refine you into my most perfect abomination!"

"This is a promise you made to your uncle when you were little, to help your uncle with his research for free, and in return, your uncle will make you incomparably powerful!"

The next day.

The Frost King, holding the skull, looked grim. "Ask him where the item was delivered. If he says he'll give it to me later, tell him to die as soon as possible."

The White Walker beside him was stunned for a moment, and when he heard the skull's words, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He said he would give it to you later.

The Frost King's gaze turned cold. "Then why are you wasting your breath talking to me?"

The White Walker quickly looked at the head. "Our king said that if you don't bring us what we agreed on within three days, the cooperation ends here, and he will take your head first."

"I advise you to be sensible."

What is that?

Upon hearing the White Walker's words, the skull immediately became unsettled.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and held back. "Okay, fine, I'll bring the things over tonight. You, tell, him, not, in a hurry."

Once I turn Achilles into an abomination, you'll be next!

Above the city of the Aaron Empire, a figure plummeted from the sky and crashed headfirst into the ground!

Boom!

With a loud bang, a large crater was dug into the ground.

Dust billowed up as 009 climbed out of the crater. Before him lay a medieval complex. "What a terrible thing to do, what a terrible thing to do, is to be from the Middle Ages."

"Yeah, I shouldn't have had any expectations. If that old bastard Qin Leng could make me comfortable, he would definitely dump me in some deserted place."

"Now, we have no choice but to start the Industrial Revolution from scratch."

But that's what he said; his primary problem wasn't that.

His biggest problem right now is the language barrier.

Like the Frost King, it's very difficult to support anything if there's a language barrier.

Thinking of this, 009 gritted his teeth and grabbed his own leg, desperately trying to tear it off his body.

But his Absolute Indestructibility tells him that all you're doing is ultimately in vain.

You can no longer split.

This infuriated 009 so much that he slammed his fist on the ground, but he had a good habit: he could stay angry for five minutes.

Five minutes ago, he wanted to kill that person out of anger; five minutes later, he simply wanted to kill that person.

A moment later, 009 straightened up and began to think about how to communicate with the people in this world.

Just then, a hand holding an unidentified fruit appeared in 009's field of vision.

009 glanced over and saw a man dressed in plain clothes standing beside him, with a guitar-like instrument slung over the man's back.

He opened his mouth and said something, and 009 frowned after hearing it, "Get lost."

The man scratched his head and then looked at a woman beside him.

"What did he say?"

"I told you to get out of the way."

"Ah?"

"By the way, what language is he speaking? I've traveled all over the world and never heard of it before?"

"I don't know either."

"Then you can still understand it?"

"In fact, it has been proven that there is no language that elves cannot understand."

"But you are only Half-elf, Jena."

"So what? At least my ancestors were pure natural people."

Just as the two were talking, a middle-aged man in armor approached from a distance. His attire made him look somewhat like a paladin.

Why aren't you leaving yet?

The man carrying the lute shrugged. "I was just trying to help, but dear Jena told me to go away. I can hardly imagine anyone rejecting such a handsome face as mine."

"Perhaps next time I should help a down-on-her-luck girl."

"Are all you Moors so narcissistic?" the long-eared woman named Jena said speechlessly.

The paladin stepped forward. "Although it is wrong, please forgive me for having a stereotype about the Moors."

"My teacher told me that the Moors would steal your crops, trick your daughters into eloping with them, and take your sheep."

The man carrying the lute twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Uncle, you're 'afraid of Reading,' aren't you? Where are your rules?"

"I think you should learn to speak Mandarin properly and stop using your broken Moorish language. That's called Paladin, not Paradin," the paladin said.

"Alright, alright, Paladin, our Holy Warrior, but I think I'm the captain?" the man said, hands on his hips.

The paladin ignored him and turned to look at 009 beside him.

The attire and appearance were unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and their faces didn't resemble those of an Imperial.

"Jena, could you ask this homeless man where he came from? Perhaps we can offer him some help."

The man carrying the lute walked over. "Seriously? Is our Paladin suddenly showing mercy again?"

"We still need to get to the Golden City!"

The paladin took out a book from his robes. "This is the code: Wherever injustice is encountered, justice must be served; wherever suffering is seen, a helping hand must be offered; wherever..."

"Alright, alright, I have no interest in listening to you talk about the Codex of Light, Mister Paladin, but I must remind you that time is running out."

"Now that the ghouls are rampant, shouldn't we go and save more people?"