The old Lich King had the urge to cry loudly at this time, and he was too bullying people, oh no, he was too bullying orcs.

And just as he was feeling sorry for himself, a handsome Red Flame Demonic Face came over.

Li Shaoyang smiled brightly and looked at the old Lich King in front of him. He asked an extremely gentle and kind question with an extremely "friendly" question.

"Old guy, now let's talk about the assassin conspiracy you mentioned before your death and the so-called death trap. I guess you are willing to tell me the truth, right?"

"Hahaha, dream, the despicable little bug, the great Ner's zombie is not threatened by anyone."

Without surprise, the old Lich King rejected Li Shaoyang's request.

As a very knowledgeable orc shaman, its knowledge reserves are obviously much richer than Li Shaoyang.

Therefore, after rejecting Li Shaoyang, the old Lich King decisively turned on the face slap mode.

"Don't make any effort to despicable little bugs. You can kill the great Ner's, but you can't threaten me."

"Your resurrection technique can only be used once a day. When the blood moon rises tomorrow, my soul has returned to the arms of the beast god. Even if you become a god, you will not be able to seize the soul from the great beast god. You can't do anything to Naozu."

"Don't struggle anymore, accept the arrangement of bad luck, you two little bugs will eventually die in the assassin's trap."

"Oh, death, what a wonderful language."

The old Lich King slapped the face and was in a very beautiful mood.

Even if he doesn't care about the shameless guy deliberately pretending to be against his head.

Speaking of the excitement, the old Lich King simply wished he could end with the sentence "Orcs will never be slaves."

However, it didn't wait until that time.

Because Li Shaoyang, who had lost his patience, directly took out his killer weapon.

"Slap me in the face?"
Chapter completed!