Chapter 116 Allied Dead

After discussing with the two high-level goblins about the alliance with the dead, Ye Huo sent them away and came to the room next door to Podoro.

Gently pushing open Podoro's door, Ye Huo saw that Podoro was in meditation at this time, and his thoughtful appearance almost made Ye Huo laugh.

"Xiaobo, what bad idea are you thinking?" Ye Huo's exit interrupted Podoro's thinking.

As for Ye Huo's entry, Podoro actually showed up at the beginning, but he was a little depressed at this time, so he ignored Ye Huo. At this time, being teased by Ye Huo, Podoro finally exploded like a volcano that had been silent for a long time.

"Bad! Is there anyone worse than you? I really don't know what means you used to deceive the goblins. The unhappy look of Podoro's speech made Ye Huo almost laugh again.

He understood Podoro's mood very well at this time. After all, as the dead prince, he had lived under the attention of the public since he was a child. When he came to the goblin family, Podoro suddenly revealed a painful fact, that is, he, the dead prince, was forgotten like a stone on the roadside.

For him, who was extremely proud by nature, it was more uncomfortable than being beaten by Ye Huo at that time. What Podoro couldn't understand most was that that the little black box alone could make the goblins hold Ye Huo like seeing his own father. Potoro didn't understand that the damn box was more important than the prince of the dead. Is it?

However, what Podoro didn't know was that his father, the monarch of the Dead Spirit clan, came here twenty years ago and encountered the same embarrassment as him, so it was not a big deal for him to be ignored as a dead prince.

"Xiaobo, I'm not lying. I'm a real master of engineering, so it's natural for the goblins to respect me." Ye Huo showed off his half-hanging engineering with some shamelessness.

When Podoro heard Ye Huo's shameless words, he looked at Ye Huo with a fake look that you dared to say.

"Well, Xiaobo, let's not talk about this. Now let's talk about the dead." Ye Huo saw that Podoro didn't believe in his engineering master at all, so he didn't continue to talk to Podoro about this.

When Podoro heard that Ye Huo led the topic to the dead spirit clan, his expression immediately became like a girl who was about to be raped. He looked at Ye Huo and said, "Don't give the idea to the dead spirit clan. We are already miserable enough."

Looking at Podoro's appearance, Ye Huo smiled softly and said, "What's the idea of beating the dead? I'm helping the dead.

"Big brother, just let go of our dead clan..." Podoro was speechless. He couldn't see which one was Ye Huo now. Is it the one who was extremely shameless and lewd with himself or the one who was with the goblin family?

"Okay, okay, I promise not to play the idea of the necroman. I just want to know the current situation of the necroman." Ye Huo shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be indifferent. He looked at Podoro and said.

In fact, Ye Huo just learned about the situation of the Dead Clan from the two goblins. Anyway, because of the low fertility of the Dead Clan, the racial war was attacked by the elves and the undead, so until now, the poor Dead clan is still on the line of food and clothing.

Although Ye Huo knew that the dead spirit clan was miserable now, Ye Huo would not doubt the strength of the dead spirit clan. No matter how miserable this race, which is rich in high-end mages, it is still no problem to compare with a group of ninth-level masters who are not inferior to the mage guild. After all, this is a race, and the natural talent of the dead is very strong, so he still has high hopes for Ye Huo of the dead.

"What's there to talk about? There are only more than 100,000 people left in the dead, and they are forced to hide on the other side of the abyss river by the goblins. No matter how strong you are, can you still let the goblin and the dead coexist peacefully? Those goblems can't give up their mining area at all. When Podoro said this, his eyes were full of helplessness.

He felt sorry for the dead. During the racial war, the dead were not afraid at all even if they faced the army of millions of elves. But now the population of the dead has plummeted to the point of extinction. The goblins even robbed their original habitat, so that they had to move to another river of the abyss. The outer end.

Thinking of these, Bodoro smiled bitterly. Hundreds of thousands of people, the poor necroman, if the goblin continues to be forced like this, the end of the necroman must be exterminated, and what makes Bodoro feel helpless is that no matter how much the goblin is forced, the necroman does not have the courage to go to fight.

This is not to say that the necromity is timid, but that they are unwilling to destroy the clan. Obviously, the only result of the war between the dead and the goblin at this time is the extermination of the clan...

It is not that the dead spirit clan didn't want to improve. Twenty years ago, when the goblins forced them to the other end of the Abyss River, their father, that is, the dead spirit monarch, personally came to the goblin clan in an attempt to ally with these guys in exchange for the survival of the dead spirit clan. But these guys didn't even see their father's face, and his father, who had always been hot-tempered, seemed to be gone forever...

At this time, Ye Huo asked about the status of the dead on the goblin's territory, which was tas much as sprinkling a handful of salt on the wound of Podoro, the proud dead...

Looking at this guy who was still smiling badly, Potoro felt an indespeakable bitterness in his heart.

"Maybe I can really let the goblins ally with the dead?" Ye Huo's tone was very plain, and he said that the alliance of the two races was as relaxed as saying that we should have dinner together.

However, Ye Huo's ease did not mean that Podoro heard it easily. At the first time Ye Huo said this sentence, Podoro's first thought was that this guy must be joking with him.

But soon Podoro changed his mind. Who was in front of him? That's a strange guy who can get into the goblins with the identity of a foreign race, and can make countless gobins call him a master. It's such a guy who got the title of honorary goblin elder on the first day of coming to the goblin clan!

After that, this guy actually ran to tell himself that he could let the goblin ally with the dead. If others said that Podoro would have hit his face with a dark wave ball long ago, but this magical guy actually gave him a feeling that it seemed to be real.

If this guy can really make the goblin ally with the dead and let the dead take back their territory again, then it is estimated that even the dead will give this guy an honorary elder! Although Podoro felt that this was a little unreal, as the prince of the dead clan, Potoro hoped from the bottom of his heart that this was true, because the dead had reached the most critical moment...