The Laughter Brought by a Long-Lost Friend

Hill could only helplessly watch as the little puppy scampered away happily.

He now had a new mission: consulting Hill about matters related to Faerûn.

Although there were lore enthusiasts among the Undead who were willing to look up information on their forums when they had free time, now was not the time. During a war, who would waste the effort browsing the forums?

Entertainment only began after reaching max level. Otherwise, it was not fun—it was studying or doing homework.

If they were really that eager to research, they might as well study properly. Why play games at all?

In any case, they all knew Hill had a photographic memory and had asked the Undead for information about the Faerûnian Pantheon before. They only had to ask him.

Wasn't getting a free experience package much better than doing anything else?

Although the people from Faerûn had taken all the bosses, the mobs spread across the mountains were still waiting for them!

They were all Red Names. The Undead had been incredibly happy lately.

With the big bosses gone, they had begun their wonderful life of slaughtering everything in sight.

The Evil Gods had no time to pay attention to the Undead, either. They now had to fight to the death to protect their little master.

Otherwise, if something happened to the egg inside the volcano, they would probably find it difficult even to die. From the very beginning, their divine souls had not belonged entirely to them. The Evil Dragons hiding behind the scenes could knead their divine souls into balls and kick them around, and there would be nothing they could do.

If their subordinates died, so be it. They had been cannon fodder in the first place.

They were already too busy looking after themselves. Even if