Archmage Of The Undead

"Tap tap tap..."

"Sir Wilmot, it's so hard for you to hide this from me!"

Before anyone arrived, the voice came over first, and Huo Ling walked out of the shadows with a smile on his face.

"Human, you know everything?"

Wilmot sat on the ground and looked at Huo Ling calmly.

Huo Ling looked at him. At this moment, this jackal nobleman seemed to have truly acquired the aristocratic temperament.

Even though this was a jackal, a completely different race from humans, Huo Ling could see a noble temperament in him at this time.

Wilmot seemed to be not staying in this temporary cage that was used as a warehouse, but in a noble banquet hall.

"That's right, your guard said everything that should be said and what shouldn't be said." Huo Ling walked around Wilmot and marveled.

"What do you want?" Wilmot's tone was calm.

"No, Mr. Sir, what do you want to say?" Huo Ling walked up to Wilmot, "I really didn't expect that you were once a gold-level shaman. No wonder you want to delay time."

The slave collar worn around Wilmot's neck is a silver-level enchanted equipment that can only control silver-level professionals.

For Wilmot, whose strength once reached the gold level, as long as he has enough time, he can find an opportunity to break through this equipment.

At that time, as long as he pays a small price, he can escape from the mine.

If there is no living guard and Huo Ling is willing to let him go after signing a hell contract with him, then he can kill Huo Ling after fulfilling the contract.

But now there is no chance for all this. Huo Ling knows about this, and now Wilmot has no room to fight back.

"If you are willing to let me go, I can repay you. I have a large amount of magic stones hidden in the Jackal Empire." Wilmot said.

"I can enslave you with the enslavement scroll, and your magic stone will still be mine." Huo Ling said with a smile.

"No, you can't enslave me. The essence of my soul is of the gold level. If I want to resist, at least a saint level caster can enslave me!" A sarcastic smile appeared on Wilmot's face.

Huo Ling nodded after hearing this. He didn't know about this. He said, "Yes, what you said does make sense."

"But, have you forgotten something? I am a necromancer. If I kill you now, you will be a very good corpse material. When I reach the gold level, I can make you into a corpse witch. The magic stone you hid is still mine." Huo Ling had a smile on his face.

Wilmot's face turned ugly, and he closed his eyes, trying not to let the fear in his heart be discovered.

"I am worth more alive than I am as a corpse witch! You won't do this!" Wilmot was still stubborn.

"That's right! If you become a corpse witch, your value will definitely not be as high as when you were still alive, but if you don't cooperate, it will be very difficult for me to handle!" Huo Ling shook his head.

"What do you want?" Wilmot asked as he opened his eyes.

"I want you to surrender to me and be my follower!" Huo Ling said with a smile.

"You still have to enslave me, Wilmot, and I will never be a slave!" He shook his head with a mocking look on his face.

"Let's do this, let's each take a step back. You will be my follower until I break through to the sanctuary, and then I will let you go." Huo Ling knelt down and looked straight at Wilmot.

"Sacred Realm? Ha! It's not certain whether you can break through to the Sanctuary Realm!" Wilmot sneered.

"Then there's nothing we can do. We don't want to do this or that, so you might as well die." Huo Ling stood up and said regretfully.

Then he turned around and prepared to leave, but a dark warrior behind him suppressed Wilmot.

Another dark warrior drew out his sword. The sharp sword was raised high, with soul fire burning on it.

"Brush!" The sword slashed down quickly, splitting the air.

When Wilmot saw Huo Ling turn around and go out, his expression did not change at all, because he knew the value of his life.

When he was overwhelmed by the dark warrior, his expression did not change, because he knew it was just to scare him.

"Wait a moment!!"

"I am willing to sign a slavery contract!" But when he was about to die, the sword had already cut on Wilmot's neck. He finally got scared and shouted loudly.

The sword stopped at the last moment, and the sharp blade had already struck Wilmot's neck. His wolf skin had already been cut with wounds. Blood flowed out along the blade, and it was already burned by soul fire before it hit the ground. Burnt to gray black blood.

If he were one step later, this guy would really be hacked to death. Huo Ling had no interest in playing with him anymore. Anyway, it wouldn't be a bad idea to turn into a corpse witch when the corpse came.

"Are you really willing to kill me!?" Feeling the pain in his neck, Wilmot gasped for air. At that moment, he seemed to have seen the call of the River Styx.

Huo Ling turned around, with half of his body in the light and half in the shadow, "Otherwise, I don't have time to waste time with you."

"Since you are willing to sign the slavery contract, I hope you will have a clear mind, stay here well, and don't make any small moves." After that, Huo Ling turned around and walked up the stairs and left.

He doesn't have a slave contract in his hand now, and he has to find someone to buy one. He doesn't know if a silver-level slave contract can be successful.

Although Wilmot's soul essence was once in gold, he has now fallen into the realm, and a silver-level enslavement contract should be able to be obtained.

…

Huo Ling was lucky. He originally wanted to go to Tuoyuan to buy a slavery scroll, but as soon as he told Li Chengji, he got good news.

"I have what you want. I'll give it to you at the cost price." Li Chengji took out a silver-grade scroll from his bracelet.

"Teacher Li, why do you carry this thing with you?" Huo Ling asked in confusion after taking it.

"Although you have good abilities, you have too little social experience after all. This thing is easy to use. You should keep a few of them in the future. Maybe you will meet a good seedling and sign a contract with them." Li Chengji said with a smile.

"Li Hui and the others signed a follower contract with me. I will raise them, and they will work hard for me. Even if they die, I will take care of their children. This way, they can rest assured, and so can I."

"In the future, you will understand when you make money and have more properties. Only when these people who signed the soul contract look at the properties can you rest assured." Li Chengji said with a smile.

"Understood." Huo Ling nodded.

He walked out of the room and went straight to Wilmot. The sooner the contract was signed, the better.

The contract in his hand is a master-servant contract, also called a slave contract. After signing, the master's side is almost unrestricted, but the slave's side will be fully controlled by the master.

If you dare to betray the master, your soul will be harvested by the contract and you will die. This contract cannot be canceled. If the master dies, the slave will die with him.

Such harsh contract conditions mean that it is difficult to sign. As long as the slave has the will to resist, it is almost impossible to successfully sign it unless it is several higher ranks.