Archmage Of The Undead

Since Guan Borong was not interested, Huo Ling thought he had saved some money. Good projects were not cheap anyway.

After Huo Ling started to move his body, he regained control of his new strength, and it had no impact on his life for the time being.

Only then did he remember that he still had several jackal prisoners locked up underground.

So he decided to take a look at his captives to see if they had any value, especially the jackal shaman. If not, he would kill them and make them a dark mage.

Huo Ling walked down the steps. This was an abandoned warehouse underground. There used to be some unused sundries piled here. After bringing the prisoner back, there was no other place to throw it, so he threw it here first.

The jackal shaman was put on a slave collar, and all the witchcraft power was drained from his body. Huo Ling also arranged for three dark warriors and ten skeleton warriors to guard here.

There was no water or rice for more than two days, which made the jackal man's limbs weak from hunger with no witchcraft at all.

Hearing the sound of someone coming down, the jackal lying on the ground quickly raised his head and shouted loudly: "Do you want me to starve to death? Send me some food quickly!"

He has been exhausted for the past two days. The undead warriors around him don't pay any attention to him. No matter how much he yells, these undead don't pay attention to him. But as long as he wants to go out, he will just cut him down with a single knife. Show no mercy.

"What do you want to eat? Little pup?" Huo Ling walked out of the shadows and looked at the golden-backed jackal in front of him.

"I want to eat flesh and blood, fresh flesh and blood." The gnoll shaman bared his teeth and shouted, "I am a noble, and I want to be treated like a noble!"

"It seems that you haven't understood your current status yet." Huo Ling smiled slightly after hearing this, and with a slight movement of his mental power, the dark warriors on both sides stepped forward.

They lifted the jackal up, put away their swords, and beat the jackal fiercely with their fists wearing cold iron gauntlets.

"Ouch!!!"

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

"Woo..."

This old punch was enough to make the jackal vomit out the acid in his stomach. He kept wailing. Later, he couldn't even scream anymore and could only whimper in a low voice.

"Are you honest?" After beating for a while, Huo Ling lowered his head and asked the jackal lying on the ground.

"You damn bitch, how dare you do this to me! My family will make you pay the price!" The jackal lay on the ground and raised his head with great effort.

"Then let's keep fighting!" Huo Ling didn't mind either. With a movement of his mind, the two dark warriors lifted him up again.

"I'm convinced, ow! I'm convinced, don't fight!" The jackal howled as he was lifted up.

But Huo Ling didn't care about him. He mentioned it all and it would be a waste if he didn't give him a beating.

After another punch, this time the jackal finally became honest, curled up on the ground and howled softly. Fortunately, there was nothing in his stomach, otherwise he would have probably vomited all over the floor.

"Now, I ask and you answer." Huo Ling looked down at the jackal.

"Yes, yes, you ask, you ask." The jackal, who originally wanted to pretend to be dead, looked at the dark warrior who wanted to reach out and lift him up, and quickly gave up.

"What's your name?" Huo Ling asked.

"I am Wilmot of the Tabor family, a noble Gnoll noble." The Gnoll's tone was full of pride.

"The Tabor family? What kind of gnoll family is it?" Huo Ling asked.

"The Tabor family is a powerful ducal family in the empire. The duke is a powerful legendary bloodthirsty warrior, and I am his heir!"

"How come I haven't heard of this ducal family in the south?" Huo Ling asked with some confusion.

After all, this time the battle between New Nanchang and the Jackal Empire was an alliance of the three dukes in the south of the Jackal Empire and the private soldiers under their vassals.

Therefore, Huo Ling also had a certain understanding of the family names of these jackal nobles in the south during his military exchanges. It is true that there is no duke named Tabor family.

"Humans with shallow knowledge, the Tabor family is the grand duke in the north of the empire. Don't compare these cowardly guys in the south with our Tabor family!" The jackal lay on the ground and yelled angrily.

"Very well, Wilmot, how much do you think you are worth, and how much ransom should your family pay in exchange for you?" Huo Ling asked.

"I'm worth at least 100,000 magic stones." Wilmot raised his head, trying to maintain his noble aristocratic temperament even as a prisoner.

"Fifty thousand is indeed a good price." Huo Ling nodded. If he took this jackal to the slave market, even though he was a silver-level shaman, he would probably be able to sell it for twenty or thirty thousand magic stones.

"What are you doing here? Isn't your family in the north?" Huo Ling leaned down and asked.

"Well... I heard that there is a war in the south, so we came to see if we can get some bargains." Wilmot rolled his eyes and said.

"Let me go. I'm willing to sign a hell contract with you. After you let me go, I will have someone send 100,000 magic stones back to you." A smile appeared on Wilmot's face on the ground.

"Okay, just stay here. I'll ask your men to send a message to your home and ask them to bring the magic stone to ransom you." Huo Ling didn't have anything more to ask, and was ready to sell the prisoner when the time came. So he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Subordinates? Aren't they all dead?" Wilmot's heart skipped a beat and he asked anxiously.

"You are lucky. There is a silver-level black back still alive. Let this black back go back and deliver a message to your family. Fortunately, there is still one alive, otherwise I really can't find a suitable jackal to deliver a message to your family. "As Huo Ling walked up the stairs, his voice gradually faded away.

"There's no need to deliver the message. The journey is too long. If the messenger dies on the way, let's sign a hell contract. When I return to the Jackal Empire, I will definitely send you one hundred thousand magic stones. I will also provide the magic stones for the hell contract." Got it!" Wilmot said eagerly while lying on the ground.

"Hey! Don't go! Wait! Who is alive?" Wilmot eagerly wanted to get up from the ground and shouted to Huo Ling, but by this time Huo Ling had already walked out and the door was closed. .

"Why don't you bring me some food!!!"

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Huo Ling ordered the dark warrior to carry over the silver-level jackal that survived. Although this guy was not dead, he was almost there. He was already seriously injured and was left in the corpse storage room for two more days.

If the jackal hadn't been asked to go back and deliver the message, Huo Ling would have simply forgotten about him and left him in the cold storage to freeze to death.

When the dark warrior brought the jackal out, the guy was too frozen. His limbs were almost broken, and there were several large holes in his chest and abdomen. If he hadn't still had some fighting spirit and barely managed to maintain his life, he would probably have died. It was frozen solid in the cold storage.

"You're lucky." Huo Ling looked at the fearful look in the jackal's eyes and chuckled.

The original fate of this jackal was that if it died, it would be the jackal that made the dark warrior. If it was still alive, it would be raised and used as a test subject for Huo Ling's future flesh-and-blood transformation experiments.