"Jariba?"

Of course the prince still remembered his teacher. When he was in high spirits at the age of twenty, his teacher was already very old.

Now, he has turned into a pile of bones.

"Yes, a genius of war, at least in these mortal wars in Nehekhara, he is considered so."

Wosolun stopped absorbing the energy that had wrapped his undead body tightly under the second vision, and got closer to the prince.

"I personally don't think your teacher can do anything with extraordinary power, at least not in the first battle. Maybe after what happened today, he will take the initiative to change himself into like me."

"But no matter what, he is dead."

Just as he was talking, another undead bird flew down from the sky. Behind it, there was a huge carriage, which sent two groups of people, one clean and one dirty, to Wosolun.

In front of me.

"These people have all been brought here. They are rats in the sewers of Laemia. Many times, you can get information from their mouths. So, I just caught these useless people."

Wo Soulun pointed at some of the relatively well-dressed muscular men, and then pointed at those people who were dirty but not obviously thin.

"The other part is the poor people in the slums. If there are fewer of them, Lamia can also reduce the pressure of governance. Think about it this way, can you feel relatively at ease?"

"I have always supported policies that provide food, and even some greater financial expenditure, to raise these poor people to be healthier."

"Otherwise, at this time, the material is too thin and the soul is not strong enough, which should bother me."

"But they have indeed received my favor for half their life because of my needs."

"You are sophistry."

Alkadiza weakly tried to say something, but ended up silent.

Wosolun shook his head and no longer looked at the guy who had deceived him. He raised his claws and the circle that the apprentices had just completely put together lit up.

"I have to perform the awakening ceremony. We'll discuss these political issues next time. However, one last thing, you already know so much and have reconciled with Neferata. Just let her be the Khemu

The queen here, we are a little more relaxed."

"I never thought before that she would fantasize about being your wife and all these other things, to this extent."

"However, looking at it this way, she should let you take the throne soon, and you can be reunited with your relatives. How great."

"Shut up, don't you want to start the ceremony?"

Alkadiza cursed, holding the sickle-shaped sword, and sat in the gravel.

At this time, Wosolun slowly began to chant the spell.

At first, there were some words that Akadiza could not understand. After a few minutes, they were memorized and changed to Nehekhara.

"Warriors of Asaf, I call you with the blood of the Holy Spirit as my contract. Masters of the power of the blue horned viper, I call you with the scales of the messengers of the gods as my faith."

"Wake up, the messenger of Asaf, the warrior of the Horned Viper Legion, the soul blessed by the gods, wake up."

The dry vocal cords of Wosolun did not sound like a human voice, but instead sounded like a broken bellows, calling hoarsely to the row of stone statues in front of him.

If it weren't for the runes in the magic circle on the ground that were still shining, Alkadiza would not have believed that this was a so-called summoning magic circle.

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Chapter completed!