"Yes, a good tomb!

But when it comes to dirty black magic and corrupt undead, it’s a bit extravagant!”

The silver sword was pointed directly at Eugene. Scarander raised his head slightly, not giving up at all in terms of momentum or tone!

"If you want to resist an army of 300,000 undead with a fighting force of 30,000, do you think you still have hope of winning?"

Showing his uneven yellow teeth, Eugene shrugged.

Following his actions, the cold gazes of seven magisters and thousands of advanced undead creatures all looked at Scarander.

"I didn't say I would definitely win!

But I never thought that the forest would lose!"

A handsome face with a smile...

Hundreds of thousands of undead armies have filled the basin!

The death gaze of thousands of advanced undead creatures!

Under the cold gaze of Eugene and the seven magisters...

Scarander didn't even have a trace of fear or hesitation!

Maybe it's his simple elm head...

Maybe it's the excessive arrogance and arrogance...

But at this moment, Scarander, in Santor's eyes, truly has the demeanor and appearance of an elven prince!
Chapter completed!