The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 417: Chapter 348, Conch Tavern_3

After storing them in the space, he began to release the [Corpse Battlefield] along the road.

In the midst of corpses everywhere, skeletons rose up one after another.

Joining the ranks.

He gulped down several elixirs in succession, transforming all the bodies on the entire street.

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Qi Hancai and the others drove the vehicle over.

Wu Heng climbed onto the truck, and the great army started to return.

…

On the way.

Qi Hancai said softly, “Further along the road is the city center roundabout, where the busiest sections are. The horde of bodies will probably be even larger there.”

Cleaning further along the road leads to the city center roundabout.

Malls, large chain supermarkets, cultural palaces, and commercial streets are all gathered there.

Most importantly, a row of gold shops.

“Let’s prepare in advance, next we’re going to clean up that area,” said Wu Heng directly.

This section could not be avoided, and considering the current strength of the Skeleton Army, there wasn’t too much pressure.

They could completely steamroll through it.

“Okay,” nodded Qi Hancai.

Returning to the old factory area, the sky had already darkened.

He left the remaining tasks to Qi Hancai.

Wu Heng directly returned to Gold and Silver Island.

…

Back at his residence, the sky had darkened as well.

He had Chef No. 1 prepare some dinner, and he ate a simple meal.

Walking out to the courtyard, he glanced at ‘Sha Naila’s’ room, where he saw no light today.

“So early to bed today!” muttered Wu Heng.

He had wanted to have another nightly meeting with the Wood Elf lady tonight, but she had apparently gone to sleep.

In the courtyard, he rearranged the Skeleton layout.

The Skeletons guarding the front and back doors on the fourth-floor balcony had their machine guns replaced and mounted on the stone railing.

In case of any danger,

they could also retaliate immediately.

After arranging everything, Wu Heng returned to his place and headed upstairs.

…

The next day, in the morning,

a carriage slowly stopped in front of Conch Tavern.

“Madam, we have arrived at the tavern,” said the coachman softly.

Wu Heng put on the Illusion Veil, turning into a stout middle-aged woman, and slowly got out of the carriage.

Before him was a newly opened tavern.

The sign was fresh, and there were no women offering kisses at the door.

After paying the fare,

Wu Heng walked directly into the tavern.

Inside it was quiet and empty, with few patrons and just two barkeepers cleaning.

“Guest, we haven’t opened yet,” said one of the barkeepers softly.

Wu Heng took a quick look around and said, “Where is the boss Millicent? I’m her friend.”

“Oh, please wait, the boss is in her room upstairs, I’ll call her out,” said the barkeeper immediately.

“No need, just tell me which room, if it’s convenient.”

“I’ll take you there.”

The barkeeper led the way upstairs, to the furthest room, and knocked lightly.

After getting a response, the barkeeper said, “Madam, a lady here says she’s your friend.”

“Ah? Let her in!”

The barkeeper gestured for her to enter.

Wu Heng placed an Eagle Eye Technique sensor by the door.

Then he walked in.

Upon entering the room, he saw ‘Millicent’ sitting at a desk, seemingly doing the accounting.

Unlike her initially disheveled appearance, she now wore a light blue dress, her skin was fair, and her long hair was tied up.

She gave off the vibe of a pleasant farmer’s wife.

Millicent was the mother of the Pirate Mistress ‘Philippa’.

Since Philippa wouldn’t let her return to the village, Wu Heng bought her this property and set up a tavern for her.

‘Millicent’ opened a drawer beside her, revealing a dagger, and frowned as she asked, “Who are you?”

The sensor confirmed the barkeeper had left, and no one else was on the entire floor.

He reached up and removed the Illusion Veil from his head, revealing his true face.

Millicent was taken aback and quickly realized who it was.

She knelt on the ground, respectfully exclaiming, “Deputy Steward!”

“Get up, you don’t need to make such a grand gesture from now on,” Wu Heng said, sitting down.

“Yes,” Millicent stood up but remained somewhat restrained by his side.

Wu Heng continued, “Lighthouse Street, have there been many merchant caravans coming to port lately?”