I'm a dragon, I only want to steal princesses

Chapter 455 Skeletons don’t have hair

In the Kingdom of Death, the Council of the Netherworld City, and in the conference hall of the Netherworld Lake Council, the great lich Bansander in robes stood on a lecture seat like a drama stage, facing the audience below. All city-states in the Kingdom of Death are governed by the city lord. and delegations led by agents in person - except for Red Moon City and Dark Night City.

Liches and death knights with glimmering eyes, necromancers with gloomy expressions, pale vampire dukes, and even ghosts who have completely abandoned their bodies... The believers and relatives of the god of death gathered together in this space, and the rich atmosphere The aura of death is everywhere. If they don't have enough resistance, the living people won't be able to stay here for too long.

"Let me tell you the conclusion first. We must hand over the artifact."

As soon as Bansand opened his mouth, he cast a spark of fire in the conference hall, and the controversy immediately spread out of control like a fire.

"What will happen to our factory without Netherworld Lake?"

"Do you think there are any resources in this barren land?"

"Without the water of the Styx, the undead raised in the city will have no choice but to eat humans!!"

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If a living person who does not understand necromancy at all watches from a distance, he will probably only be able to watch these guys staring at each other, but in fact the echoes of their souls have been intertwined into a symphony in this space.

"Okay, please be quiet, everyone. I understand your mood." Bansander tried to calm down the argument so that he could continue his speech, "The power of the red dragon has extended to the Empire, Muxia and the Federation of Elements. Even the two city-states here and even the Papal State are ambiguous with them. Objectively speaking, even if we don’t consider whether what they propose is true or false, we can’t resist..."

But the controversy did not subside. Instead, it intensified, and the spear pointed at Bansund became sharper.

"Even so, how can you agree so easily?"

"Are we going to suffer such a huge loss out of thin air?"

"Bansander, could it be that Netherworld City secretly negotiated some terms with them?"

"Are you going to abandon us?"

"traitor!"

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"Please calm down. I am here to have a serious discussion with you for the benefit of all the city-states in the Kingdom of Death. Please listen to what I have to say."

Even though he was receiving a lot of unwarranted abuse, Bansand remained calm and calm, trying to appease everyone.

Until amidst the echoes of many souls, a faint sentence floated: "You bald man!"

"Bastard, who shouted that just now? Have you ever seen a skeleton with hair all over it!?" Bansander exploded instantly, using the huge magic power of the legendary lich to release an extremely powerful soul echo that instantly drowned out all sounds. passed.

As a lich who has lived for more than six hundred years, the body Bansand uses now is a skeleton without flesh and blood. Of course, without flesh and blood, there will naturally be no hair.

"..." The noisy scene fell silent instantly.

Seeing that his roar was effective, Bansand regained his calm tone again: "Before you accuse me, don't you first think about who created the Netherworld Lake and selflessly shared it with many city-states? No matter what, I He has absolute authority over Netherworld Lake..."

His words immediately aroused sporadic objections: "It is not free for member city-states to use Netherworld Lake. Aren't everyone always making donations to Netherworld City?"

"We still have to fulfill the treaty to provide military support to Netherworld City."

"After all, we have paid for several years in advance. Netherworld City should be responsible for this matter!"

"Okay, listen to me first!" Bansand tried to calm down the objections, but these objections gradually gained echoes and eventually turned into a dispute against him.

"You must have quietly negotiated with the other party."

"It's so shameless to make such independent claims!"

"Bald!"

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"Who said it? Who said that just now!? Stand up for me! Don't slap your nose in your face just to make you look good. If you let me hear it again, believe it or not, I will send you all to the underworld. Go!!" Bansand exploded again.

The scene fell into silence once again.

Only one necromancer whispered to the death knight next to him using soul echo: "I bet this guy was definitely a bald ass when he was alive, otherwise he wouldn't be so sensitive."

"That's enough, let's just do this. Whoever kills the red dragon will get Netherworld Lake. I will even give Netherworld City to him! Who dares to go?" Bansand raised his arms and shouted to everyone present. .

When no one responded, he taunted: "Everyone is scrambling to express their opinions, but when it comes time to come forward, no one is around? I'm not targeting any of you, everyone here is rubbish! Trash!!"

After a long time, an older-looking vampire duke who was the city lord's agent raised his hand: "Okay, could you please explain your opinion carefully, Your Excellency, Lord of Netherworld City?"

"Are you willing to listen to my opinion now? How about forget it? I still prefer your unruly look!" Bansander spread his hands and continued to turn on the taunting mode.

Representatives of other city-states present could not help but exchange opinions on how to appease the great lich. I don’t know whether it is because they have lived too long or lost their bodies. After some people transform into undead, they will start to let themselves go mentally and become paranoid. Perverse and without the composure he had in life, Bansund is a typical example, and sometimes he even appears to be very childish.

The vampire duke who just spoke took on the responsibility and spoke in a calm tone: "Please forgive us for our inner uneasiness in this extraordinary period. It is difficult for everyone to maintain rationality because the Netherworld Lake on which they depend for survival is about to be taken away. In At this time, only you can save the entire kingdom of death. We all respect you so much, and we firmly believe that you can definitely give us hope in such a desperate situation. So when you put forward such a negative opinion, we really... still Please forgive our momentary gaffe.”

Other members began to agree, and this high hat obviously seemed to be very useful to Bansander.

"Very good, you still have to rely on me at the critical moment. Listen, I'll say it again, handing over the artifact is the inevitable outcome. Objectively speaking, the power gathered by the red dragon is enough to destroy all our city-states. We can do it Yes, as long as we negotiate a suitable price for this matter, we will at least have an advantage!" Bansander began to describe his plan, "They can't get the artifact in the Netherworld Lake without my help. The strong Styx River Only undead creatures of legendary level can approach the water. Even if an ancient dragon goes deep into it, it will inevitably die because it cannot bear it. And the artifact is protected by my layers of exquisite spells, so they can only talk to us. !”

"What if they really plan to destroy our city-state?" the Blood Duke asked.

"Then let them destroy it." After Bansander finished speaking, he heard the uproar on the scene and added, "At least let them think so."

The scene was silent for another moment, and the vampire duke seemed to understand something: "So, are you going to negotiate terms with the other party in a desperate manner?"

(End of this chapter)