Under the leadership of Zhang Weidao, the jackal spell casters entered the tower in a mighty manner and began to run around in the mage tower.

Most of them are shamans who have mastered some means of dealing with ghosts. Do they still need to be afraid of mere ghosts?

The gnoll shamans were rummaging around in the reception room, hoping to dig out a ghost so they could test whether their new method worked.

"Come out! Let's have some fun!" This is what most shamans are thinking.

As a result, the undead in the mage tower were scattered on the ground one by one, motionless, and looked like real corpses.

These undead did not dare to stand up at all, for fear of being torn alive by the jackal casters.

Fortunately, gnolls are not dogs, and they do not have the habit of chewing bones. The undead do not have to worry about their bodies being used as teething sticks.

But just because they were lying still and pretending to be dead didn't mean that the shamans wouldn't notice them.

Although the shamans of Azeroth don't know much about soul science, it is still easy to distinguish soul fluctuations.

Moreover, Zhang Weidao also took out some of the things that the strongest shaman, Bwonsamdi, the God of Death, taught him and taught them to these jackal shamans.

If Zhang Weidao hadn't told him not to attack these undead directly when he came in, they would have extracted the souls of these undead and turned them into real corpses.

There were only a dozen undead lying here in the reception room, and they were suddenly surrounded by a large group of spell casters. In fact, they were already extremely panicked.

Butler Moros felt extremely regretful. Today he happened to come to the reception room where there were only a few people to inspect the work. As a result, a large group of people suddenly poured in outside.

If he had made a decisive decision and ran to the ballroom, he might have been able to fight the intruders by relying on the numerical advantage there.

Just when he was secretly complaining that he was running too slowly, a pleasant sound that penetrated his soul suddenly sounded, instantly calming down his somewhat irritable mood.

The voice sounded like the prayers of the Holy Light Church, but it was countless times more advanced. It actually made him want to listen more and more, and he even had the idea of ​​reciting the scriptures along with it.

It didn't take long for Moros to start reciting involuntarily. The resentment accumulated in his heart felt like it was being continuously pumped away by a water pump, making him unable to stop at all.

He was betrayed by his possessed master and died in the mage tower like other servants. Then the master was also killed by his apprentice and old friend. These hatreds quickly disappeared as he recited the scriptures over and over again.

He looked at his companions who were gradually getting up and then sitting on the ground like him and reciting scriptures. It seemed that everyone had also let go of the hatred and resentment in their hearts.

Moreover, when the surrounding Jackal spellcasters saw them getting up, they did not do anything drastic to them. Instead, they arranged the tables and chairs in the reception room and began to place offerings and drinks.

What is going on? Although Moros is knowledgeable, he is still a little unsure.

Are you trying to bribe us? Dead people like them cannot enjoy these things on the table!

However, Moros found that the incense lit by the casters was effective, and they were able to absorb some mysterious substances that made them feel happy.

At this time, there was the sound of horses neighing and the call of hunter Atumen.

Only then did Moros remember that the door to the stable must have been locked. Atumen must have vaguely heard the chanting and wanted to come over to find out, but he couldn't open the locked door.

When he went to open the door of Attu, he found that all the undead souls in the ballroom had come to the door, listening intently to the chanting, and then began to recite along with it.

As the number of people chanting increases, it is estimated that opera houses further away will hear it, but even if they don't hear it, it doesn't matter. He will go and summon all the servants from the mage tower.

When there is something good, it is natural to share it with everyone, just like what he is doing now.

As soon as he opened the locked door of the stable, Atumen ran out leading his horse.

Atumen was very curious when he heard the mysterious chanting, "Sir, why is it so busy outside? Is the master back?"

"We have a distinguished guest coming to the door. Please calm down the mount later, but don't disturb the guest."

Atumen was also very helpless in response to the butler's instructions. He pointed at the butler and his own body that had rotted to the point where the joints were exposed.

"Haha, now that we are like this, aren't we afraid of disturbing our distinguished guests?"

"Then let's transform it. Don't you think it's good?"

Moros used the power of his soul to transform his body into what it was like in life, and then strode towards the reception room.

Moros, who transformed into a well-dressed middle-aged man, seemed to have regained his confidence. He took on the attitude of a butler and went to welcome the distinguished guests who gave them a new lease of life.

Seeing Moros transformed into his former appearance, other undead souls also followed suit and used their soul power to transform themselves, and finally they no longer looked so intimidating.

Zhang Weidao disapproved of these guys' behavior of trying to make themselves fat, so he stopped reciting the salvation scriptures and began to persuade them.

"You don't have to be like this. If you die, you are dead. Transforming into the person you were before is just a waste of the power of your soul."

After hearing Zhang Weidao's advice, Moros smiled helplessly. Why don't they understand this? Isn't this just to make the distinguished guests look more pleasing to the eye!

"Dear guests, the way we acted just now was really disrespectful. It would be better not to disturb you any more."

"Your best choice now is to abandon your decaying body that is meaningless. The increased consumption of soul power is not a problem. I can easily solve it."

As he spoke, he rummaged through his magic bag, found a Soul Gathering Talisman, activated it, casually pasted it on a command flag, and then placed it on the table.

As the concentration of soul power around them began to increase, the undead decisively abandoned their remaining bodies and turned into pure spirits, surrounding the command flag.

This is the shrewdest soul Zhang Weidao has ever seen. It is no different from a living person, and has not had most of its memory and experience cut off by death.

It is quite shocking to perfectly retain the memories and experiences of his life. I don’t know how Medivh did it.

But that guy was controlled by Sargeras at the time. The Burning Legion possesses many powerful necromancy secrets, so it's not unusual to be able to do this.

They are the most professional killers in the universe, and their use of the power of the undead is also very professional. They are not even much worse than ghost kingdoms like the Kingdom of Shadows.

Moros was a little reluctant. He was a physics professional. Without his body, he would have no ability to attack.

But when he saw Atumen and his horses resolutely abandon their bodies and turn into illusory souls shuttling around the flag, he immediately made up his mind to abandon their bodies.

Seeing that Moros had also turned into a soul state, Zhang Weidao picked up the command flag with the soul-gathering talisman on it, and then motioned to Moros to lead the way.

"Let's go sweep the mage tower, pack up all the good things we can take away, and then leave here together."

These undead people had no objection to Zhang Weidao's proposal to sweep away the mage tower and run away. They also knew that the situation in the mage tower was getting worse, otherwise they wouldn't all gather near the entrance.

"Then let's go to the Saint of Chastity first. This is a powerful Titan creation. You must take it with you when you leave!"

Following Moros around the mage tower, Zhang Weidao felt like he was walking through a maze.

The jackal casters did not dare to be careless at all. They followed closely and did not dare to slack off for fear of getting lost in this open and complicated place.

The souls of those servants were floating around, urging everyone to relax and not be too nervous.

"This level is okay. No demons will come down. Don't be too nervous."

"Yes, it's very safe downstairs, but it's dangerous up there. Even a professional butler wouldn't dare to go up there."

"It's okay to get lost downstairs, we will guide you to the right way."

After hearing the advice of the servant soul, everyone felt relieved. What they were most worried about was getting lost.
Chapter completed!