The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 921

Chapter 921: Chapter 735, how we play is up to us to decide Chapter 921: Chapter 735, how we play is up to us to decide Hearing that Glenda had already infiltrated the team, Wu Heng’s heart loosened.

Everything was proceeding according to plan.

Wu Heng said, “Keep a close watch, and notify me immediately if there’s any news.”

“Okay!” Bella turned and walked through the wall to leave.

Wu Heng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and walked towards the stairs to go downstairs.

In the hall, Wen Mansha sat in a chair, her housekeeper massaging her shoulders.

Seeing him come down, Wen Mansha asked, “How’s it going?”

“It’s going smoothly. We’ll plan another operation for tomorrow. As long as that commander dares to use a tamed beast to send messages, we’ll be able to catch him,” Wu Heng replied directly.

“It’s good that the master is here; otherwise, I really wouldn’t know how to handle this,” Wen Mansha said with a relaxed smile.

“Alright, let’s go back to rest. Hartel, you should rest early, too. We can leave the rest to the skeletons,” Wu Heng said.

“Yes, my lord,” the housekeeper curtseyed.

Wen Mansha affectionately tucked her arm in his as they both returned to the bedroom.

…

Outer City District.

A vast array of skeletons began swiftly moving through the streets.

Although they weren’t searching house by house, the dense footsteps, the friction of bones, and the clashing of weapons still filled the residents with dread.

Fearful that something might drag them into the chaos.

Inside a house.

“It’s clear now; those skeletons chose not to search. They probably don’t want to make a big fuss,” someone whispered, peering through the crack in the door, then walked back to sit at the table.

Around the old wooden table, five people sat – the standard configuration of a small squad.

The person who had returned spoke softly, “The operation was successful. The level of the escorted skeletons was not high.”

Another person on the left followed up, “Looks like it was a probe. The cargo wasn’t much, and none of it was critical military supplies.”

“That’s normal. Their reliance on skeleton warfare means they don’t need heavy supplies.”

“Actually, it doesn’t matter. As long as we create some chaos around them, it will delay the delivery of supplies.”

“That’s true, holding up their progress a bit is always good.”

They conversed in hushed tones.

Then, the person who had been checking outside lifted his head to look at the silent swordsman on the side and asked, “Oliver, what do you think?”

“Oliver? Oliver!”

After being called several times, everyone looked at the swordsman, who finally responded, “I feel better now, just a bit dizzy.”

The others frowned at him.

“Where did you get hurt? Why haven’t you said anything?” someone asked.

“I have a headache; I don’t have the energy to talk with you,” the swordsman replied.

The others kept watching him, their hands moving toward their weapons.

It appeared they were not satisfied with his response.

The swordsman furrowed his brow, “What do you mean?”

The others kept looking at him, glancing at each other, feeling something was off with Oliver but not able to pinpoint it.

As silence fell on the room, they pondered what exactly was amiss.

Then, a light tapping sound came from the direction of the window.

One person stood up, opened a sliver in the window, and a grey-brown beak delivered a note through the crack.

After receiving the note and reading it quietly, “Depart in the morning, wait two kilometers away for the other squads, and tell them to change disguises.”

Finished reading, he tossed the crumpled note into the candle flame to burn it completely.

“Oliver, what’s wrong with you?”

Suddenly, someone asked.

The group turned to look, and Oliver’s body went limp and fell to one side.

He hit the ground.

One of them went over to check on him, his body suddenly stiffened, and he exclaimed, “He’s dead!”

Dead?

Everyone’s eyes widened.

…

A grey owl, using the cover of night, flew into the Outer City Area.

After dodging two patrols of tamed beasts, it swooped down and slipped through an open window of a shop.

In the dimly lit room,
A tall, thin man dressed in a long robe pulled out some jerky from a Space Ring and fed it to the owl, saying, “Good job.”

The owl didn’t respond, just swallowed the jerky being fed into its beak.

Across the room, another man, plump in stature, whispered, “Lord, killing the transport team, will it not cause chaos in the city? Since the battles outside, Wen Mansha has become increasingly ruthless.”

“We want them to be thrown into chaos. As long as they can’t locate us, we can play the game however we want,” the lanky Ranger scoffed.

Compared to his own people,
The one who should really be worried is that woman sitting in the City Lord’s Mansion.

Pressed into a corner, causing a little chaos in the city, setting fire to the densely populated residential area in the Outer City District, all of these were things they couldn’t endure.

Of course, these things were also part of the plans to come and would be carried out one after another.

“Follow the master’s arrangement,” the rotund man immediately said.

“That settles the matters for today. There’s nothing more they can find out now. You should go rest too. Tomorrow, everything will be normal… start, start…”

The gaunt man’s words suddenly sputtered.

His face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged out.

The owl on his arm flared up its feathers, flapping its wings trying to fly away.

But it was gripped by the neck, and with a snap, its head was twisted off.

The bloated man’s eyes widened, “Master, what are you doing…”

Before he could finish, the tall ranger’s neck, amid a grating crack, rotated 180 degrees to face him again.

Only the neck was twisted like a pretzel.

Horror spread across the bloated man’s face as he fell to the ground and turned to flee.

The next second, his body stiffened in place, his neck whirled under an uncontrollable force, and his hefty frame fell to the ground.

A thud like the beating of a drum echoed.

The room fell silent once more.

Only the footsteps of the Patrol Guard passing by sounded from outside.

…

Wu Heng suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the ghost that drifted in.

Glenda beckoned, and Wu Heng glanced at the sleeping Wen Mansha, carefully withdrew his arm, and followed her out of the room.

They entered the study next door.

“How did it go?” Wu Heng asked.

Glenda replied, “I found the person behind the scenes.”

“That quickly?”

“This guy just sent a message to the squad I infiltrated. I followed it and found their location, hiding in a shop in the Outer City Area,” Glenda said directly.

“How’s the person?”

“Fearing that he would escape, I killed him directly. You can go and collect the body.”

With Glenda’s level, in Lundham City, she was like tormenting beginners; nobody could withstand her possession.

“Let’s go, take me there.”

After donning his armor, Wu Heng opened the door and walked out.

Descending the stairs,
he reached the second floor, where the housekeeper’s room cracked open, and a pair of eyes looked out warily.

Seeing that it was Wu Heng, Hartel in her loose-fitting nightgown came out.

She bowed, “My lord, it’s so late, where are you going?”

The sagging collar revealed an impressive bust.

Wu Heng said, “I’m stepping out for a bit. If Wen Mansha wakes up, tell her I’ve gone out to catch someone.”

“Yes, my lord,” Hartel immediately nodded.

Wu Heng said nothing more and with the skeleton, hastened down the stairs.

He left the City Lord’s Mansion.

…

The streets were deserted.

The surrounding houses, too, had their doors and windows firmly shut.

As a squad of Skeleton Patrol Guards passed by, Wu Heng immediately stopped them, “Follow me.”

The skeleton squad halted and followed behind Wu Heng.

“Auntie, didn’t they notice you?” Xiao Xiao asked.

“There were some suspicions. After all, I don’t know their names, just controlled that body,” Glenda answered.

“How did they suspect you?”

“It seems the difference in tone or maybe the accent when I spoke as the possessed person alerted them. They began to be skeptical while talking to me,” Glenda recalled.

Originally, blending in with this squad had gone smoothly.

But after a couple of exchanges, the entire squad clearly sensed something was off.

Xiao Xiao pressed on, “Then what happened?”

“Before anything was discovered, the tamed beast sent a message. I chased after the tamed beast, so whether or not they found out afterward, it didn’t really matter,” Glenda said casually.

“Auntie, weren’t you afraid they’d run away if you didn’t kill them?”

“I was afraid of losing the tamed beast, and besides, the streets of the Outer City District are patrolled by skeleton guards. They would be caught if they tried to escape; there’s no way out,” Glenda said confidently.

“Oh!”

Under Glenda’s direction, Wu Heng came in front of a store in the Outer City Area.

He checked the doors and windows of the shop. The window was open.

He instructed the skeletons to enter through the window, then opened the front door himself and led a large group of skeletons rushing in.

The shop interior was dim.

On the ground lay two human corpses.