Hunt in the Wild, Expand the Undead Army

"Lord Netherworld? Hmph! He's only a high level lich. How dare he call himself Lord Netherworld?" The Black Flood Dragon had a disdainful expression.

The ghost flames in the high level necromancer's eyes flickered. He looked at the Black Flood Dragon and said angrily, "My dear friend, you better not be disrespectful to Lord Netherworld."

The Black Flood Dragon still had a disdainful expression. "I'm not interested in Lord Netherworld you're summoning. Don't forget our deal. I only want a dark elf with king blood."

"I'll give you another month. If you don't have a dark elf with king blood by then, don't blame me for falling out with you."

The high level necromancer's white skeleton jaw twisted as if he was smiling. "My dear friend, don't worry. I, Moreton, am the most trustworthy."

Then, the high level necromancer named Moreton stretched out his bony hand, as if he was asking the black dragon in front of him for something.