Frisman soon came back again and informed Ji Xiaoyan of the undead clan's reply.

"The patriarch was reluctant to say anything at first, but after I kept asking, he finally relaxed a little and told some news." Friesman frowned, with a trace of discomfort and resentment at being rejected by his own race, and said to

Zhu Ji Xiaoyan said: "According to the wishes of the clan leader, the bone dragon created by our undead clan is at this level. There is no way to withstand the attack of the fallen demon clan. Even if it is sent to the elves, it will be defeated. It is not as good as

Save some energy and continue to refine it in the clan."

When Ji Xiaoyan heard this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at Frisman in surprise.

The leader of the undead tribe is indeed a powerful person! Her knowledge of the undead tribe has been refreshed time and time again!

"Xiaoyan, the clan has made up its mind not to send the bone dragon out..." Frisman glanced at Ji Xiaoyan guiltily, sighed and said: "On the Elf clan, only

It’s up to us.”

"That's all!" Ji Xiaoyan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said to Frisman: "Tell the leader of the Undead Clan that I won't care about it this time. But if the Undead Clan uses these reasons to shirk participating in the war next time,

I will really get angry. They have two bone dragons, but we in Qingcheng have three living giant dragons! When the time comes, if I really do something, don’t blame me for being merciless to the undead!" <

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Chapter completed!