Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion-Chapter 88: Words Could Be Said Like This?

"It’s you! Traitor! Bitch!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Murr whipped around to see Shia’s bootlicking expression as she spilled information.

The physical agony and fury at betrayal made him even more wild!

"Ahhh! I’ll eat you alive!"

Writhing his body, desperately stretching his head toward the iron cage, his mouth full of sharp teeth opened as wide as possible, his face looking absolutely vicious.

Inside the iron cage, Shia felt nothing but contempt: What an idiot!

Couldn’t he see what situation they were in? Still had the nerve to shout loudly.

"I’ll tear you apart, tear you apart piece by piece!"

"Kekeke! Tear you apart!"

"..."

The roaring from below got on Carlos’s nerves, and his finger tapping suddenly stopped.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of gushing blood, the mad roaring cut off cold.

A fierce head rolled to the ground, its hateful bulging eyes staring straight at the iron cage.

Shia lowered her eyelids. When Murr died before her just as she had expected,

her heart was all over the place. In her lowered eyes, deep hatred showed through.

After raising her head, the hatred was well hidden. On the surface, she again showed bootlicking and panicked expressions, continuing to answer Carlos’s questions.

"My lord, this old man..."

She carefully observed the gray-robed old man’s appearance and found she seemed to have never seen him before...

"My... my lord...

There were too many members on this expedition... I don’t recognize him..."

While Shia explained, this gray-robed old man knelt on the ground shaking like a leaf, not daring to breathe loudly.

Under the mask, Carlos’s eyes narrowed slightly.

During the Redrose Shield Guards’ siege of this group of traitors, this gray-robed old man had shown strength second only to the recent nutcase—definitely not some small fry.

But his specific status didn’t matter. Carlos just wanted to double-check information.

"Which faction summoned you?"

Carlos asked exactly the same question he had posed when grilling that previous batch of traitors.

Shia beside him immediately got nervous.

She worried this old man might be too loyal to the faction and lie, which would cause trouble for her—they’d have to face off against each other.

Fortunately, Shia’s worry was pointless. Expecting loyalty from traitors was like expecting pigs to fly.

"My lord, we accepted a mission from the Black Poison Faction to collect some rare toxins here..."

The gray-robed old man spilled everything he knew.

He regretted it big time. He had originally thought mixing into a large group would be safer.

Who would have imagined they’d run into these terrifying monsters, resulting in total wipeout, and now facing a life-or-death crisis.

Carlos resumed tapping his fingers on the table. Although the two accounts were a bit different, they generally matched up.

"Tell me where your camp is."

"My lord, our camp is in a hidden quicksand valley where the Black Poison Faction conducts secret research...

My lord, if you’re interested, this humble one can take you there."

Just like Shia in the iron cage, the gray-robed old man also harbored thoughts of proving his worth.

After hearing the gray-robed old man’s answer, Shia sighed with relief while cursing internally,

This damned old man actually offering to guide the enemy—so shameful!

Carlos’s finger tapping hit the two traitors’ anxious hearts one beat at a time.

They held their breath, afraid of disturbing the lord’s thoughts above.

Carlos was weighing whether to continue grinding monsters next or clean out the traitor camp first.

Soon, Carlos made his decision.

"The Black Poison Faction’s movements are big news. Acting so brazenly—could their research have reached a critical moment?

I have to stop them!"

Besides this, there was another important reason.

The exploration team that was sent out hadn’t come back to deliver news for so long. That traitor camp might very well realize something had happened to the team.

If the camp leader was smart and immediately moved out, Carlos would have to spend more effort finding them later.

"Monster grinding can be done anytime—they won’t run away.

But the traitors might take off."

Having finished thinking, the tapping on the table suddenly stopped. Shia and the gray-robed old man’s nerves went tight.

"Lead the way now."

"Thank you, my lord!

This humble one will lead immediately!"

The gray-robed old man was all bootlicking, while deep in his eyes flashed a trace of cunning as he internally plotted how to escape on the road...

Suddenly, a narrow iron cage fell before him.

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"Creak!"

Before the gray-robed old man could react, the Redrose Shield Guard roughly stuffed him into the iron cage. The cage closed, and his Psionic Energy got shut down.

"It hurts like hell!"

Inside the iron cage, the gray-robed old man broke out in cold sweat from pain.

The Redrose Shield Guard’s rough treatment had forcibly broken his leg bones, but he didn’t dare cry out, only gritting his teeth.

"You guide us from the front!"

"My lord, we need to go around the monster tide below, then continue eastward..."

Inside the iron cage, having competition, Shia actively performed, trying to outdo that damned competitor: the gray-robed old man.

In the other iron cage, the gray-robed old man was despairing over his escape plan going down the drain,

Hearing Shia’s bootlicking voice, he immediately realized trouble—he couldn’t be judged worthless.

"My lord, this humble one knows a hidden route that can quickly bypass the monster tide!"

Hearing this, Shia’s lowered gaze filled with anger,

That damned old man, shameless traitor, working so hard to guide the enemy—so disgraceful!

The gray-robed old man was equally steamed,

What a bootlicking woman! In one careless moment, she got ahead of this old man by one step. Was she trying to get this old man killed!

Their side-eye glances clashed violently. If they weren’t in cages, they would want to strangle each other.

Carlos didn’t care about the hostile feelings between the two traitors below, or rather, this was exactly what he hoped to see.

"Go straight through the monster tide!"

He didn’t have that much patience. A mere tens of thousands of monsters with low spirituality had no chance of making him take a detour.

Moreover, he could clear these monsters while traveling—kill two birds with one stone.

"Go through?!" X2

Both traitors swallowed hard. They knew better than anyone how violent and bloody the dark mist monster tide was.

Going straight through while they were beat up and trapped in iron cages—if anything unexpected happened, the terrible consequences were easy to imagine!

"My lord, this humble one knows that mere monsters are just a wave of your hand to you.

But getting tangled up by the monster tide might make it rather difficult for us to break free.

This would affect your mood, which wouldn’t be good."

For the sake of his life, the gray-robed old man racked his brains to quickly put together a set of words that were both flattering and advisory.

This left the other traitor, Shia, speechless.

Words could be said like this?

For a moment, she couldn’t think of more appropriate language.

Shia frowned, looking at the gray-robed old man like he was her worst enemy.

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