A cold and slight smile: "Back to the point, I can take action, but at the cost, you must also agree to me with a condition."

Upon hearing this, Barric secretly grinded his back teeth. This old monster wasted so much saliva, but he still refused to let go!

"Please say it."

Barrick had actually guessed the conditions Uther had to put forward, but it was precisely because of his guess that he secretly resisted, hoping to convince this person to join the battlefield at a smaller price.

Unfortunately, things really couldn't be as they wished.

"My request is very simple." The soul flame in Uther's eyes pounded violently, and he said in a low and hoarse manner: "I want you to hand over the remaining pages of "The Dead King" in your hand!"

"this……!"

Barrick, and other undead lords, changed his face slightly when they heard Uther mention this name, and showed hesitation.

"Hahaha...why? Compared to your own life and safety, a secret book that you are destined to be useless, really makes you so reluctant to leave?" Uther sneered.

Barrick and other undead lords looked gloomy and calm, and they all started to curse in their hearts when they heard this.

That's "The Dead King's Draft"!
Chapter completed!