Unlike those slave rats, who not only die easily but also often turn into undead that indiscriminately attack everyone.
"Even if you say those guys are easy to use, we don't have a place to put them here."
"Exactly, exactly!"
Watching the skeleton soldiers discussing, the Black-iron Skeleton Soldier pondered for a long time, the soul fire in its skull flickering as it tapped its fist into its palm.
"How about this, since you're good at managing those ratmen and goblins, why don't you just manage them for us."
Brown Beard was stunned for a few seconds and asked in confusion.
"Do you mean we should send miners here? If you're willing to provide alcohol and food, then it's not a problem..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a skeleton soldier beside him immediately said.
"No need to trouble, we can directly mine over there with you, here we have to worry about that production safety law."
"Exactly, exactly! Mining here doesn't make much money!"
