"Isn't that him?" Huo Ling raised his chin, gesturing toward Malo, the skeletal mage.
"Who is he?" the goblin envoy asked cautiously.
"Hahahaha, he's Malo the goblin shaman—except now he's Malo the skeletal mage!"
Huo Ling burst into hearty laughter, his tone cheerful.
But to the goblin envoy's ears, those words were like a heavy hammer blow. For a moment, he felt dizzy and disoriented, staring at the skeleton in utter disbelief.
The goblin envoy's legs went weak, and an urgent need to urinate surged through him.
"If you dare piss yourself, I'll turn you into a skeleton too." Huo Ling sneered as he threatened him.
"My lord, what will it take for you to spare our Greenvine Tribe?"
The goblin envoy collapsed limply onto the ground, desperately holding back his urine.
Just then, the War Lizardfolk envoy arrived as well.
"Why don't you wait a moment? Let me hear what the War Lizardfolk have to say first." After speaking, Huo Ling gave the goblin envoy no chance to react and ordered the skeletons to drag him aside.
Very soon, the War Lizardfolk envoy arrived. He was a Black Iron warrior.
All things considered, Huo Ling had met this Black Iron War Lizardfolk before, if only briefly. This War Lizardfolk was Pete Razor-Tooth.
The instant Pete Razor-Tooth entered Huo Ling's room, he spotted the goblin slumped in the corner.
He flashed the goblin a savage grin, then turned respectfully toward Huo Ling. "Honored necromancer, on behalf of Chief Guss Razor-Tooth, I offer you our greetings!"
"Give my regards to your chief when you return." Huo Ling nodded lightly.
"My lord, I have come this time on behalf of our chief to cooperate with you. We can join forces to breach this goblin tribe."
Pete Razor-Tooth's face was ferocious. Even though