The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 478: Chapter 393, Pirate Village

On one side of the road, several people burst forth in succession.

Ragged beggars wailed as they fell to the ground, closely followed by four men wielding clubs rushing out of the alley.

Approaching quickly, cursing under their breath.

“Damn, I’ll beat you to death.”

“Break your legs, let’s see how you try to run away then.”

The beggar curled up, inching backward as he pleaded, “Don’t hit me, don’t hit me.”

The pursuers, seeing that he had stopped running, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Still cursing, they quickly advanced, ready to teach the beggar a lesson.

Just as they raised their clubs.

From behind them came a voice, “Stop it, what’s all this commotion about?”

They turned to see the approaching Association Team.

“Village chief, he…” The one in the lead, pointing at the beggar, just about to explain.

The village chief’s face was dark, and with a glance he signaled to the few behind him and said, “Why the fuss with an idiot, take him home.”

“Oh, yes, of course!”

The beggar tried to rush over, but was held down by several men, dragged away into the distance.

“My lords, he’s just a fool, we’re a bit pressed for use here, please don’t take offense,” said the village chief.

Xi Ligui glanced at the figure being dragged away and said, “What kind of fool is he?”

“Don’t get me started, the village was attacked by pirates a few years ago, his whole family was killed, leaving only him, then he ended up like this,” explained the village chief.

Xi Ligui didn’t say much, and the group continued to follow the village chief towards the distance.

…

In a courtyard.

The men shoved the beggar down, their clubs striking his body with heavy blows.

Cursing a few times, they dragged the bedraggled and injured beggar into a semi-underground cell and threw him in.

As one man locked the door with iron chains, he cursed, “Wait until those Association curs leave, I’ll flay your skin.”

After cursing, he turned and left.

The beggar remained curled up on the ground, motionless.

Wait until the others were far away.

A semi-transparent ghost slowly emerged from the iron cage.

“Are you still alive?”

The beggar on the ground moved slightly but did not get up.

The ghost circled in the air, then directly entered the beggar’s body, made a few self-rescue gestures on its own, and then leaned against the corner and sat up.

After separating from the body again, the beggar also opened his eyes, giggling foolishly.

He didn’t show the usual fear of living beings when facing the ghost.

The ghost asked, “What’s going on with this village? Tell me what you know.”

The beggar maintained his foolish laughter.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The ghost watched the beggar, starting to speculate.

Had it guessed wrong?

Did the beggar run to the Association side to say something?

Or was it just random running?

The ghost continued to attempt, “Evil Cult?”

“Sacrificial rites?”

“Lies and murders in the village?”

“Pirates?”

“Pirates, pirates!” The beggar’s body stiffened, his eyes bloodshot, he shouted loudly, “Pirates, the Association!”

Shouting, he crawled like a dog to the corner of the cage.

From the dirt and mud-strewn ground, he pulled out a cloth bag and clutched it in his hand.

Then, as if seized by madness, he smashed the cloth bag against the wall.

“Kill the pirates!” The beggar’s eyes widened, he screamed hoarsely, as if mad.

The ghost floated to the cloth bag.

It drew it outside, carefully peeling open the layers of control.

Inside, a rolled piece of cloth was revealed, written in blood-like script, “Pirate massacre, entire village slaughtered, men, women, young, and old.”

The semi-transparent body of the ghost trembled.

Pillage and slaughter.

Then who are the villagers here?

The beggar before him surely knew a lot, why hadn’t he been killed, why kept like a dog in a cage?

What were they having the Association come here for?

The ghost pondered and turned to leave.

Seeing the furious beggar again, it said, “Someone will come to rescue you.”

After speaking, it turned and left.

…

Outside the village, inside a wooden hut.

The door was knocked, and the village chief carefully walked in.

The small room was filled with quite a few people.

The village chief lowered his head and addressed the figure in front of him, “Leader, I have settled them.”

The man dressed in a religious robe, seated in the place of honor, asked, “Did they discover anything?”

“No, their people only went to the altar room we arranged for them. Then as the evening fell, they didn’t go anywhere else to look around,” the village chief replied.

The man in the religious robe nodded and asked, “How many of them came? Did they have any particular distinctiveness?”

The village chief recalled, “Thirteen in total, including the two Vice-executives from Gold and Silver Island that you mentioned to keep an eye on.”

The man’s eyebrows raised in approval and said, “Good, you did well. Don’t worry about the rest; we will handle it.”

“Yes, Leader.”

“You can go back now!”

The village chief bowed again and left outright.

Meanwhile, the man turned his attention downward.

He said solemnly, “Proceed with the plan. Four people will take on the Necromancer; be careful of his Undead Servants. Killing him shouldn’t be hard if you get close. The rest will join me in dealing with the other two Vice-executives and the rest of their squad members.”

“Understood,” everyone nodded.

“Get ready, and once it’s deeper into the night, we’ll make our move. Everything must be cleaned up before dawn.”

The people stood up and started their preparations.

…

The lodgings arranged by the village.

The members of the association had a simple meal of the food they brought and started to arrange shifts for the night watch.

Even though they had rested on the ship, they still felt the exhaustion of the journey.

Wu Heng sat in his room, double-checking his weapons and equipment.

Since entering the village,

he felt an indescribable sense of discord.

The village appeared simple and the farmland sparse, yet the living conditions of the households were rather good.

The behaviors seemed barbaric, and despite the village’s population, there was a conspicuous absence of adult men.

Thump, thump, thump~!

The door was knocked, and Xi Ligui promptly entered.

After sweeping the room with her eyes, she said, “Just tell me if you’ve found anything!”

Wu Heng was about to say that he hadn’t discovered anything significant when he felt ‘Glenda’ invisibly flying back and directly entering his body.

Following that, a vision was shared into his mind.

Upon receiving the information, Wu Heng’s eyes widened suddenly, a mixture of surprise and disbelief on his face.

Seeing the change in his expression, Xi Ligui instantly drew her sword, vigilantly watching her surroundings.

Seeing no immediate danger, she frowned and asked, “What’s with that look on your face?”

Wu Heng collected his thoughts, sorting the information conveyed to him, and released ‘Glenda’ again to scout the surroundings.

Then he said to ‘Xi Ligui,’ “We might have trouble on our hands!”

“What do you mean? Are you talking about the problem with the Evil Cult?”

Wu Heng shook his head, “No, there’s no Evil Cult here at all. This is a Pirate Village. The Evil Cult was merely a ruse to lure us in.”

Xi Ligui’s pupils constricted, and her expression was one of surprise.

She was naturally clear on what a Pirate Village meant.

Previously, Gold and Silver Island was a haven for pirates, inhabited by them and their families.

Women captured in raids would be distributed among the islanders to create a self-sustaining community for replenishing their numbers and maintaining their livelihoods.

To put it bluntly, it was akin to a bandit’s stronghold.

These were pirates, yet of the same vein.

Meaning, this was all a conspiracy.

It was all to draw them out from Gold and Silver Island.

No wonder when they were leaving, Steward Imilo suspected there was something amiss.

Many events had coincidentally converged at once.

After her initial shock, Xi Ligui spoke again, “If the Evil Cult doesn’t exist and they brought us here, is it for the 500 Gold Coins on you? If they really kill you, wouldn’t the pirates have to abandon this village? Aren’t they afraid the association will investigate?”

“What happens next is still unclear,” Wu Heng replied.

Xi Ligui continued, “What should we do next?”

“We should notify everyone about this first. They will probably take action very soon.”

Xi Ligui nodded, about to stand and leave,

but then Xiao Xiao the Ghost flew in from outside, entered her body, and shared the external vision.

They saw several figures rapidly approaching, encircling the courtyard where they were staying.

“They’re here, get ready to fight!”

As he spoke, white skeletal armor began to manifest around Wu Heng’s body, encasing him completely.

Xi Ligui’s face also changed instantly,

realizing that their adversaries had begun to act.

She unsheathed her sword and charged out of the courtyard, shouting, “The enemy is upon us, prepare for combat!”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!

The sound of slicing through the air echoed.

Numerous Alchemy grenades were hurled from outside the courtyard, landing all around the premises.