Archmage Of The Undead

"Wilmot, this is a master-servant contract. If you sign it, you will live. I have this contract in my hand now. If it fails, you know the consequences, so for the sake of your life, don't resist. "

Holding the scroll, Huo Ling squatted in front of the Jackal Shaman and spoke earnestly.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid." Wilmot nodded calmly.

"It better be so."

Huo Ling gently opened the scroll, activated the runes on it, and left his soul mark on the owner's location.

Then, under his control, the remaining runes headed straight for Wilmot's head. After the runes entered his body, they flew around his soul.

"Ouch!!!"

These runes were like red-hot irons, burrowing into Wilmot's soul, and some runes were hovering around the periphery, trying to extract a part of his soul.

This is an extremely painful time. If Wilmot develops the will to resist now, these magic runes may be defeated, causing the signing of the enslavement scroll to fail.

But he thought about Huo Ling's threats, and he really didn't dare to bet on whether Huo Ling would really kill him.

Wilmot gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and then a ray of soul was drawn out by the rune and passed to Huo Ling's soul through the contract.

Huo Ling could clearly detect this scene through his mental perception. His mental power swept through this ray of soul. He understood that as long as he crushed this ray of soul, he could easily kill Wilmot.

Even the slightest touch to this soul will cause him great pain and harm.

"Wilmot, one day in the future, you will be glad that you have become my slave." Huo Ling threw the completed scroll on the ground and said with a smile.

"My Lord." Wilmot changed his posture from sitting on the ground to kneeling on one knee. His once proud head was now lowered.

"Have a good rest, I look forward to your future service."

Huo Ling left the place after saying a few words, and at the same time returned all the equipment he had taken off from Wilmot's body.

After returning to the ground, inform other people in the company that the jackal has become his follower, otherwise others will be frightened when they see a jackal in the mine.

After Wilmot came up, he looked up at the sky, breathed in the fresh air, and sighed involuntarily. From then on, he was no longer free.

But life has to go on. After the slave collar was taken off, the witchcraft in his body was slowly recovering. Now he only felt hungry, having been locked down there for several days without eating anything.

After Huo Ling solved Wilmot's matter, he was in a good mood. Wilmot was also a totem master, which was very good. If Huo Ling wanted to recruit his own troops in the future, he would have a chance to use it.

Huo Ling had nothing to do next, so he planned to increase his daily meditation time and advance himself to gold as soon as possible.

When professionals reach gold, they are on another level, and Huo Ling is looking forward to it.

…

At night, a mysterious guest was welcomed outside the gate of the mining company.

The guest wore a black robe, wrapped himself tightly, and even had a hood on his head.

She stopped in front of the guard post where the dark warrior was waiting. After taking a deep breath, she slowly said: "Huo Ling, I have something to ask you."

Each undead warrior can be regarded as one of Huo Ling's eyes. When speaking to the dark warrior, Huo Ling can still hear it as long as he turns his attention.

This woman is here.

Huo Ling smiled slightly and ordered the sentry to let go of his guard and let her come up.

Along the way, An Rurui carefully avoided any disturbance, not wanting others to discover her traces.

Huo Ling took her into the conference room, looked back at her outfit, and couldn't help teasing: "Sister An, what are you doing here? Night attack on the mine?"

"I came to you to complete the contract." An Rurui's voice was calm.

"Contract, what kind of contract? Hasn't our contract been completed? I'll rescue the person, and you give me the heart of the ancient tree." Huo Ling clasped his hands on his chest.

"And..." An Rurui took a deep breath.

Huo Ling frowned when he heard this, and then he seemed to have thought of something and laughed: "Senior sister, are you going to sleep with me for a month and give me 200,000 magic stones?"

He waved his hand and said grandly: "Don't worry, you don't have to do these things that you promised verbally. The heart of the ancient wood was given to me. I am already very satisfied. Please come back."

"I signed... I signed a contract. My hell contract has not been completed yet." An Rurui sighed.

"This is what I wrote first, and then I told you the heart of the ancient wood. I was in a hurry and I didn't have time to erase it."

"ha?"

He reached out and rubbed his chin, which had a little stubble, and looked thoughtfully at the woman in front of him who was covered in a black robe, covering her figure tightly.

"So, in order to save you, I have to sleep with you?"

"We can sleep on the same bed and do nothing, and this way we can complete the contract." An Rurui raised her head and stared at Huo Ling.

"Are you serious?" Huo Ling couldn't help but laugh.

"Junior, I think you are a good person and a gentleman, and you would not do such a thing to take advantage of others." An Rurui looked at Huo Ling with a serious face.

Huo Ling raised his eyebrows when he heard this, smacked his tongue and said, "Senior Sister An, then you've got the wrong person."

He approached An Rurui and continued: "You know, I am an honest person, and I will strictly abide by the contract."

"You...we agreed to exchange the heart of the ancient wood for you to save people!" An Rurui stared at Huo Ling angrily.

"Yeah, that's right, but you wrote the contract and it has nothing to do with me." Huo Ling shook his head.

"Why didn't you remind me then!" An Rurui said angrily, lowering her voice mid-sentence as if she was afraid that others would hear.

"I thought it was a little surprise you gave me. How could I refuse your kindness?" Huo Ling said with a smile.

"Senior sister, it's late at night. If it doesn't work, I'll go back to sleep and you can take care of yourself." With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"You...wait a minute!" An Rurui stepped forward to grab Huo Ling, but her outstretched hand hit the mage shield on his body.

Huo Ling turned to look at her. An Rurui's eyes were full of fear and a hint of pleading: "I don't want to die."

If she doesn't complete the hell contract, the only way out for her is to have her soul wiped out by the rules.

"Senior, you know me, I am the most helpful person!"

Huo Ling grabbed An Rurui's hand, pulled her in his arms, looked into her eyes and spoke affectionately.

"Don't...can't be here!" An Rurui said with a trembling voice like a frightened bird.