Rotleaf had never considered gaining control over this 'chess piece.'
For the Lord to have such aggression was already good enough.
"Arrange everything in the shortest possible time and let me know afterward. There're still some humans alive in the dungeon, I'll assign you to hunt them later and transfer you out."
Those 16 people were just trapped, not tortured to death yet.
Watching Ding Ning holding Tuantuan's hand and leaving, Rotleaf laughed excitedly and dove into the ground.
Before the little dungeon bosses, a small clay figure wriggled crookedly out of the earth, tripped and stumbled over to them.
This was Rotleaf's messenger. "Lord, the arrangements are underway. You may all wake up now."
As soon as the words left its mouth, these little BOSSes instantly grew excited.
For no other reason than the dungeon's human-given rank of 9, which already made them quite dissatisfied.
Perhaps the Lord didn't care about the ranking, but they felt looked down on by humans.
