Bringing the Farm to Live in Another World

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE: THE VERSAILLES FAMILY

Galen didn’t ask Zhao Hai what happened at Iron Mountain Fortress. As soon as he heard Zhao Hai mention that something had gone wrong at Iron Mountain, he immediately ran out and called Merlin and Meg, who were tidying up in the kitchen, to the living room.

As soon as Merlin and the others arrived in the living room, Zhao Hai took them into the space, then flew to Iron Mountain Fortress. The moment the four appeared in the living room of Iron Mountain Fortress, Galen immediately dashed into the courtyard.

However, upon reaching the courtyard, he was stunned because everything seemed extremely peaceful at Iron Mountain Fortress. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; the slaves were still working in the yard without suspicion.

At this time, Zhao Hai and the others also walked out of the house. Galen looked at Zhao Hai in confusion and asked, “Young master, what’s going on?”

Zhao Hai's expression was serious as he replied, “It’s my fault for not explaining clearly. It wasn’t the castle that was attacked, but those undead beings discovered that someone had sneaked into the Black Earth Wilderness, and the target was specifically Iron Mountain Fortress.”

Upon hearing this, Galen and the others' faces changed. They understood what Zhao Hai meant; it indicated that someone had started to pay attention to them, and this person was likely sent by those great nobles.

Galen's expression darkened as he said, “Where are they? We absolutely cannot let them escape; otherwise, we will encounter serious trouble.”

Zhao Hai nodded and said, “A total of five people came. Four have already been killed by the undead beings, and only the last one is trapped. Grandpa Galen, please bring him back.”

Galen acknowledged and turned to leap outside the city, disappearing from sight in an instant. Merlin looked at Galen's back with a cold glint in her eyes and said, “They’ve pushed us to this point, yet they still won’t let us go. What exactly do they want?”

Zhao Hai replied coldly, “They want us dead. Only when we are dead will they be truly at ease.”

Just then, Galen returned, dragging a person with him. This person's strength was not very high, only around level six, but he was a level six death warrior. Such a person would indeed be hard to detect unless he encountered undead beings.

Galen threw the person onto the ground. The man’s face was dark and lifeless; he had died from poison. Galen turned to Zhao Hai and said, “Young master, as soon as this person saw me, he bit down on the poison in his mouth and committed suicide.”

Zhao Hai’s expression turned ugly as he nodded and coldly snorted, “He thinks that dying means he’s off the hook. Hmph.” After speaking, he waved the Evil Spirit Staff in his hand, and a mass of black energy enveloped the corpse. This was a high-level black magic: the spirit binding technique.

The so-called spirit binding technique was actually a high-level undead creation technique. The reason this technique was named so was that high-level undead beings could retain the memories from their previous lives. People believed that it was because this technique trapped the souls within the skeletons, allowing them to remember their past lives.

In contrast, the ordinary undead creation technique was called the bone forging technique. This name sounded righteous, almost like a fighting spirit name, but its true meaning was to forge human bones using human flesh and blood to create undead beings. The undead beings produced this way were the ordinary low-level undead.

After using the spirit binding technique to transform the death warrior into an undead being, the death warrior immediately stood up and bowed to Zhao Hai, saying, “Master.”

Zhao Hai nodded and asked, “What is your name? Whose subordinate were you?”

The undead being promptly replied, “Master, my name is Mo Xing, and I am a death warrior from the Versailles Family's death warrior squad. I am the squad leader of the fifth squad.”