When Joelson expressed his intention to leave, the members of the Sword and Rose mercenary group chose to remain silent.

"I'm sorry, Joelson. We don't intend to leave."

A bitter smile appeared on Hewlett's face.

The others also had the same thoughts.

Frederick was already dead, and the Sword and Rose mercenary group's mission had been completed. There was indeed no need for them to continue.

This time, Alvin was dead.

There were also a few companions who had died in the attack of the Undead Army.

Hewlett and the others wanted to stay.

Other than being tired of risking their lives every day and wanting to settle down, they also wanted to stay and help the Akenshi tribe build a new home because of the disaster they had brought to the tribe.

Joelson also felt that it was possible.

The Akenshi tribe was too weak. The tribe lacked high-level experts. If Hewlett and the rest stayed here, the tribe would have more security.

"These two days, I found a child with good knight talent. Perhaps he can accept my knight inheritance."

Next to Hewlett stood a healthy-skinned Akenshi boy with round and bright eyes. His words were filled with expectations. It seemed like he wanted to pass on his legacy.

However, this Akenshi boy's eyes were fixed on Joelson, full of worship and desire.

Compared to becoming Hewlett's personal disciple, he seemed to want to receive the teachings of the great "Fire Dragon God" more.

Hewlett gave Joelson a new map, which was more detailed than Clayton's.

In addition to the route to the King's city of Inmotati, it also marked most of the dangerous areas along the way.

This was a map sold by the Mercenary Union. Only mercenaries above grade B were eligible to buy it.

It was of great use to Joelson.

The next day, all the Akenshi gathered outside the tribe and reluctantly bid farewell to their "Fire Dragon God".

During this period of time, they had already begun to carve Joelson's stone statue with rocks and placed it together with the tribal totem. However, they were only halfway done.

Joelson was riding on a desert lizard. This was prepared for him by the Akenshi people. It was the best mount to travel on the Gobi Desert.

"I'm leaving."

Joelson calmly looked at the mercenary group and bid them farewell.

Finally, his gaze fell on Darlene. This arrogant and stubborn dark elf girl originally wanted to leave with Joelson, but was rejected by Joelson.

Joelson promised her that he would return soon.

Darlene carried the black wooden longbow on her back and stared at Joelson with a resentful gaze. Suddenly, she took out a dagger.

Swoosh!

Darlene cut off a small strand of dark purple hair and handed it to Joelson.

"If you betray me, I will follow its guidance and find you anywhere."

Darlene's tone was exceptionally resolute.

Joelson silently tucked Daliana's hair away and took a deep look at the Akenshi tribe, which was gradually returning to its previous state. Then, he rode on the desert lizard and left quickly.

Behind him were Akenshi people kneeling on the ground, and there were also shouts of unknown significance.

...

The Undead Swamp.

The blade was covered in gray weapons, and the ground beneath his feet was filled with mud filled with leaves and rotten corpses of animals. From time to time, a few dirty blisters would pop out, giving off an unpleasant smell.

Joelson's expression was indifferent, and the mage robe on his body was not stained by any dust. In such a strange environment, it was as if he was strolling in the back garden of the palace, leisurely and elegant.

If one observed carefully, one would find that his feet had always maintained a certain distance from the ground, and he was floating on the ground.

This was a small use of air magic.

After leaving the Akhenshi Gobi Desert, Joelson released the desert lizard and moved forward alone.

"More than three thousand years ago, the swamp of the dead was still a dense forest full of life. It is said that the aura of death from the Underworld leaked out and formed this area of death."

"Many necromancers who secretly practice necromancy are hiding in the swamp of the dead. However, most of them are weak and do not pose any threat to master."

A flattering voice kept ringing in Joelson's ears.

It was from Frederick.

Three days ago, Joelson finally had time to think about how to deal with Frederick, the old lich who had lived for thousands of years.

Without waiting for Joelson to say anything, Frederick quickly expressed his loyalty to him and took the initiative to offer his soul imprint to sign the most unequal master-servant contract with Joelson.

For a necromancer with super power like a lich, in order to embrace an immortal life, he could even abandon his body as a human, let alone his dignity as a human.

As long as his soul was not destroyed, his body was just a vessel for the lich.

Moreover, Frederick had his own considerations.

Having seen the Dragon God's Ranch, he knew very well how terrifying the potential that Joelson had.

Not to mention Joelson's own magic talent, the dragons in the ranch alone gave him the ability to fight against the Gods in the future.

With such a dazzling backer, Frederick naturally had to shamelessly stick to him.

In the future, if Joelson really became a god, he might be able to go one step further.

It wasn't that he wasn't worried, but after entering the Dragon God Ranch, Frederick's soul had been branded by the mysterious power of space. Even without the master-servant contract, he could easily control his life and death.

Thousands of years of Frederick's wisdom and knowledge were still something that he valued.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A ten-foot-long, four-foot-tall undead dragon with scarlet eyes appeared in front of Joelson.

Hades.

After the first hibernation, when it appeared in front of Joelson again, Hades had already grown to rank 3.

Its body was far from the size of other dragons, but the gray skeleton began to glow with a strange luster, making it seem very mysterious.

Hades ran quickly in the undead swamp, very happy.

Before advancing to the saint-level, the undead dragons could not fly like other dragons.

Compared to the Underworld, Hades seemed to prefer to stay by Joelson's side.

A slow figure appeared in the gray fog, gradually revealing itself. It was an undead.

It was wearing a tattered leather armor and holding a broken and rusty iron sword.

This was an adventurer who had unfortunately died in the Undead Swamp. He had been infected by the aura of death and became an undead.

Hades noticed the appearance of the adventurers undead. A red light flashed in his eye sockets, and he seemed to be very excited.

He pounced on the adventurer's undead like an ostrich. The adventurer's undead did not have time to react to any attacks.

Hades bit off the skull of the adventurer's head.

Hades chewed the skull like a piece of fruit, sucking in a whiff of gray gas and making a "ka-ka" sound of satisfaction.