Chapter 350: Negotiations

These undead cavalry from the depths of the desert actually had the intention to negotiate.

It was indeed interesting, but the corner of Kant’s curled lips did not represent the solemnity in the depths of his eyes. In fact, this phenomenon was not truly interesting, but rather, it wad sheer trouble!

This meant that the undead were indeed intelligent.

They all knew how to negotiate.

Actually, one could probably guess that.

They even knew how to use a sneak attack, which meant that among the undead, there was definitely a commander who was not inferior to the living in terms of intelligence and also equipped with a certain level of war wisdom in decision making!

The Veruga archer asked from the side, “Lord, do you want to send someone over first?”

“Yes, I do.”

Kant nodded.

However, he stood up and said calmly, “I’ll go myself.”

Only by going himself would he be able to find out how intelligent the undead were. Of course, this trip would definitely be dangerous, and Kant would also maintain a certain amount of vigilance.

He waved his hand at the two royal knights and said, “You two go and rest. Tomorrow, submit a document. I hope that whatever you encounter will be written on it in full, without anything left out.”

“Yes.” The two royal knights nodded and left at the right time.

Kant looked behind him.

The lion knight and the royal knights were standing in two rows.

He calculated in his mind and ordered, “Take ten lion knights, ten royal knights, ten Veruga marksmen and five mages. Get Ready. Follow me to see what those undead are up to and how they can negotiate with us!”

“Understood!”

Everyone answered firmly and began to prepare themselves. Soon, they formed the team Kant had ordered.

Although there were only 35 people, their combat strength was definitely not ordinary.

Whether it was the 20 grand nights, the 10 top marksmen who could pierce through a hundred paces, or the 5 mages who could cast all kinds of spells suitable for the battlefield, all of them could enhance him and ensure the stability and safety of the battlefield.

Behind him was Drondheim Castle. If there was a problem, the large army on standby could be ready to provide support at any time!

Everything was ready.

At this time, Bandake and Manide, who had heard the rumors about the negotiation, also returned to the council hall.

Manide looked at Kant, who was ready to leave, and his expression changed slightly. He said with some solemnity, “Lord Kant, it’s too much of a joke to take such a risk personally. Please let me go to the negotiation on your behalf.”

“You are a supreme lord. How can you be compared to those lowly undead?”

Bandake was even more solemn.

He bent down and placed his right hand on his chest, he pleaded with Kant in an extremely respectful tone, “Let me, your most humble servant, handle the negotiations with those disgusting corpses and skeletons. What you need to do is to drink and relax in the hall and wait for the news of victory.”

As an apostle of the underworld, he had been instilled with the power of the underworld demons. It could be said that Bandake, who was a human-shaped demon, had an extremely high talent in dealing with such things.

The underworld demons were also evil creatures that gathered negative energy.

This was the same as the undead.

Therefore, whether they fought against each other or involved themselves, or argued and negotiated with each other, they all had innate talent. At the very least, they would not be affected by the spiritual influence of the negative energy of the undead on the living.

“There’s no need. I can handle it myself.”

Kant rejected the two’s idea.

However, he muttered to himself for a while and still said to Manide, “You will guard the castle. If the situation goes wrong, immediately send troops to pick us up. Pay more attention to the situation around us. Be extremely cautious.”

“Yes.” Manide nodded.

Kant then looked at Bandake. “You can go with me.”

“Understood,” Bandake immediately replied.

“That’s all.”

Kant took a deep breath, his eyes slightly gloomy. “If they want to take my oasis, at least these undead who should’ve been in their graves should reassess their capabilities!”

Everything was ready.

Kant personally led the team out of the castle.

They set off at the East Gate, heading towards the dune group outside the date palm jungle in the north.

The guards followed close behind and looked around vigilantly, especially at the top of the dune in front. Someone stood there alone, on his warhorse with his weapons withdrawn.

It was the death knight.

Kant narrowed his eyes.

After careful observation, he could not help but feel solemn.

More than half of the unique armor was left. It seemed to be made of gold. Even if it was stained pitch-black, it was still shining in the Sun, giving off the majesty of the ancient gods.

On their waists were scepters made of gold, similar to a nail-head warhammer, but it was a completely blunt weapon.

The helmet had the beauty of the sun and the gods.

They also had pitch-black warhorses, which were also wearing the golden horse armor, looking like knights from the old era who walked out of an ancient palace, carrying the remains of the ancient era and staring with soul fires in their empty eye sockets.

As Kant approached the death knight, the temperature seemed to have dropped.

However, Kant and the others were not afraid.

They had their own courage.

Similarly, the golden light released by the sun disk above their heads shone on their bodies, bringing not only physical recovery, but also fearlessness to evil and the glory of the sun!

The troops stopped at the bottom of the udne.

Kant led Bandake up.

The area covered by the sun disk behind them was right in the middle of the dune.

The distance between the two sides was not even 10 meters.

At the same time, about 100 meters away from the dune behind the death knight, the dark mass was the 2,000 + skeleton cavalry. Small wisps of black fog were emitted from their bodies, seemingly condensing into a ball and not dispersing.

The faint blue soul fire was jumping with joy, carrying a hatred for the living.

“That is… the sun disc…”

The death knight was the first to speak, but he did not speak to Kant; rather, he muttered to himself.

Under the helmet, his pale face was still intact. Those weren’t eyeballs in his eye sockets, but a ball of pure soul fire. It seemed to be looking at the floating sun disc in the distant sky as he sighed, “Once again… I see… the sun disk rising to the sky… releasing… The glory of the sun god…”

Kant shook his head and smiled, “No, you misunderstood. The sun disk did not release the glory of the sun god, but my glory. You can think of it this way. The sun god has been dead for ten thousand years.”

“AH… human… the lowly race… betrayer of the gods…”

The death knight retracted his gaze.

He looked at Kant and said in a calm tone, “The sun god has fallen ten thousand years ago… and it’s not something you… can slander… because you… are still enjoying… the protection of the sun god…”

“Is that so?” Kant was emotionless and said calmly, “Why don’t we talk in human language.”