Published: February 7, 2025
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“I need you to agree to four things,” Afo said, looking at Ye Zhongming while extending four fingers.
Ye Zhongming crossed his arms, waiting for the old man to continue.
“First, I need you to go back to Necropolis Hill and bring back some bones that we need.”
So that place was called Necropolis Hill. Ye Zhongming nodded and agreed.
Most of the weapons of these posthumous children were made from modified and polished bones, and the bones of the undead were indeed very suitable for their needs.
Although in the impression of earthlings, weapons made from bones were very fragile and crude, having no other use besides decoration, the reality was that some bones from monsters and undead creatures were extremely hard, even comparable to some metals. The weapons crafted from these bones were actually of very good quality, at least better than the bronze weapons from ancient times, so Ye Zhongming wasn’t surprised by this condition.
Seeing Ye Zhongming agree so readily, the posthumous children all breathed a sigh of relief, clearly afraid that Ye Zhongming would refuse.
For them, Necropolis Hill was a desolate land; anyone who stepped in there would provoke attacks from the undead creatures. Facing an endless sea of bone frames, it wasn’t just small tribes like Afo’s, which struggled with population issues, even larger tribes of posthumous children wouldn’t dare venture into Necropolis Hill easily.
But the quality of those undead bones was much better than that of some monsters. After all, the bones were the essence of the undead, and once transformed into weapons, they were durable and powerful. After hearing Miya mention that there were many shattered bones in Necropolis Hill, Afo was tempted and proposed this condition.
In their view, this was a very dangerous task, and could easily result in death.
“Second, for every bag of magic crystal you obtain from us, you need to participate in one of our hunts as the main force.”
Afo put forward the second condition. Upon hearing this, Ye Zhongming realized they were treating him like a hired hand. He didn’t mind too much, but in exchange for a bag of magic crystals, he had to step in once? Was this four-star evolver so cheap?!
Ye Zhongming then decisively shook his head and pointed at those magic crystals, saying, “First, I can step in, but you must cooperate with me and follow my commands during the fight. Second, those gray crystals are not what I need; I need at least white ones to discuss conditions with me. Five hundred white magic crystals, fifty black magic crystals, and five green magic crystals. Only with these can I unleash my full strength once. If you don’t have enough of each color of crystals, I can accept higher-grade crystals to replace lower-grade ones at a ratio of one to ten. You must agree to these two points; otherwise, there’s no need to continue this discussion.”
His words were very firm, and Ye Zhongming had the strength to be so; although he didn’t know the reason, he could feel that the posthumous children really needed him. But did Ye Zhongming also need the posthumous children? Perhaps, after all, he needed to clarify some matters within this secret realm. However, this was not an absolute concession. In comparing the two sides, it was clear that the one with greater need would yield.
Afo and the others discussed briefly and agreed, but they hoped that during the battle, Ye Zhongming wouldn’t use their warriors as cannon fodder, which Ye Zhongming could naturally guarantee.
As for Afo not making any significant points about the second condition, Ye Zhongming was already happily laughing in his heart. This was his true aim.