Chapter 1059 - How Mean! (1/2)

With over 200,000 martyred soldiers laid to rest under the copper bell at the memorial square, probably no one could have expected such a situation.

The stronghold residents who came to pay their respects to the martyred soldiers could not have expected the dead to actually be able to hear what they were saying.

But Ren Xiaosu did not care about that now. He only thought that if he could convince all these martyred spirits to enter his Martyr's Palace, he could probably do anything he wanted across the entire Alliance of Strongholds.

Even the Wang Consortium, which had launched an all-out war and recalled their veterans, only had about 200,000 troops now.

However, just as Luo Lan had mentioned before, the contract between the user and those who resided in the Martyr's Palace was an equal one. Even if you summoned the other party, there was nothing you could do if they did not accept your summon.

Amid the commotion, a martyred spirit suddenly said, ”What's with that kid Zhang Jinglin? He actually chose such a dishonest boy to be the next commander?”

When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he said unhappily, ”Who're you calling dishonest? How can you speak to your elder like that?”

When the martyred spirits heard Ren Xiaosu say that, they nearly vomited on the spot. ”You even believe your own lies now? Can you be any more shameless than that?”

The martyred spirits' form of address for Zhang Jinglin had always been ”that kid,” so who could tolerate it now that someone was suddenly trying to pass off as their elder?

”Kid, I can tell at a glance that you're extremely devious!”

”That's right, this kid is full of tricks. He even tricked us into telling our age to him first!”

Ren Xiaosu said with a dark expression, ”Are y'all serious? I heard everything you were saying among yourselves earlier. Tell me, how are y'all more serious than me? The one who said that there was a pretty young lady on the street, come forward! You're already resting in the ground, yet you're still checking out young women all day long. Perverts! Out with it! Have y'all also peeped on someone taking a shower?!”

The martyred spirits flew into a rage. ”We only looked at her when she passed by. Do you think we're that dirty? Would we do something like that?! Besides, we can't leave this square at all!”

”Who knows if that's true?” Ren Xiaosu curled his lips.

Ren Xiaosu did not want to keep bickering with these martyred spirits. Instead, he said patiently, ”Who can you protect by staying here? If the enemy really attacks, y'all can only watch the fight from the sidelines. If those fucking sorcerers become much stronger and Fortress 178 gets razed to the ground, no one will come and commemorate you anymore, and y'all will vanish forever, understand?”

The martyred spirits gradually fell silent. Ren Xiaosu continued, ”Look, back then, all y'all used to fight that group of sorcerers from beyond the Northwest. If y'all settle down in my Martyr's Palace instead, I'll lead y'all in eliminating them. Isn't that much more satisfying?”

However, the martyred spirits did not buy it. ”We've already had our fair share of battles, so stop trying to bullshit us. Once we go into your Martyr's Palace, we'll be under your control. Even if it were the old fortress commanders saying that to us, we wouldn't agree, much less you, a candidate to be fortress commander!”

When Ren Xiaosu realized he could not convince the martyred spirits, he gave up.

Seeing that these over 200,000 martyred spirits were unwilling to join him, Ren Xiaosu's heart ached a little.

However, he could not force them either. Ren Xiaosu said, ”Alright, gentlemen, rest up. I'll be leaving then!”

”Wait.” The deep voice from before said, ”Kid, come back here.”

Ren Xiaosu turned around and wondered, ”Anything else the matter?!”

”Um… tell us in detail what's been happening in the Northwest recently,” the deep voice said.

The martyred spirits had been cooped up under the copper bell for too long. Although the 200,000-odd of them could chat among themselves to relieve their boredom, they were getting tired of talking to each other after nearly 200 years.

Moreover, they could not get out from under the copper bell. Some of the people who came to pay their respects would talk about the latest happenings in the Northwest, but the problem was that no one would tell them about the events in detail.