The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 338: Chapter 281, The Neighbors are Moving In (Vote for monthly tickets, push for votes now…)

Even though the battlefield was covered in smoke and dust, making it difficult to see the situation clearly,

the killing power suggested that the zombie horde had definitely suffered heavy casualties.

Otherwise, the experience points wouldn’t have increased by such a large amount.

It seemed that this weapon design was even more successful than the previous ‘Iron Wolf Rake’ and ‘Zombie Generator’.

It was simple and brutal, and easy to make.

“Damn, that’s fierce!”

“Area attack!”

“Awesome…”

Qiangzi and the other two who were loading ammo for the Skeleton Flying Dragon exclaimed in surprise.

The effectiveness before their eyes had exceeded their expectations.

“Boss, Sister Hong, how about that, I told you it would be reliable this time,” Qiangzi said as he came over.

“It is quite good,” Wu Heng didn’t deny.

“You’ve got a success on your hands,” Li Yahong also nodded in agreement.

“Look, I told you, if I study hard, I can definitely get into the 122, 985, whatever,” Qiangzi said.

The glasses-wearing young man behind him interrupted, “Brother Qiang, you mean 211, right? Isn’t 122 the traffic police?”

Roar~!

Qiangzi grinned, about to speak, when he was interrupted by even louder roaring in the distance.

The dense mob of zombies continued to approach from a farther location.

And they surged towards here.

“The noise just now was too loud; it’s drawn all the nearby zombies here,” Li Yahong said.

Wu Heng nodded, “Qiangzi, you guys pull back, don’t put yourselves in any danger that we can’t cover for.”

“Okay!”

The few of them drove backwards to retreat.

Wu Heng’s gaze settled on the advancing zombie horde.

He ordered, “Archers, loose arrows.”

Whoosh~!

Arrows whistled through the air, falling into the surging mass of zombies.

Then came the Iron Spears and Crossbow Arrows, as well as the [Grease Skill] and [Fireball Spell] released by Wu Heng himself.

Soon, the zombies crashed into the Skeleton ranks.

Combat ensued.

Wu Heng continuously directed the skeletons, dividing some forces to intercept the zombies drawn in from the sides.

All around the field, the air was filled with roars and the sounds of hacking.

“Juye, you guys go help out. Don’t get trapped in the zombie crowd.”

Mutated skeletons, stomping on car roofs, leaped into the midst of the zombies.

They charged back and forth causing different disruptions.

Scattering the horde of zombies.

…

Gradually, the number of zombies began to decrease.

The remaining zombies no longer posed a danger.

The Mutated Skeletons quickly charged through, smashing the remaining zombies into a pulp.

After confirming that all the zombies had been killed,

“Clean up the battlefield!”

This time there were more corpses than before, with two to three layers thick on the ground.

Wu Heng walked through the battlefield, wielding the Spine Staff, releasing [Corpse Battlefield].

The corpses along the way were converted into skeletons that shakily stood up and joined the skeleton ranks.

Meanwhile, the skeletons behind began collecting arrows and Iron Spears from beneath the corpses.

Arriving at the launch area for the ‘Solid Iron Bullet’, Wu Heng looked carefully.

There was a significant deviation in the positions where the Flying Dragons dropped their payloads.

Whether due to inertia or the influence of wind, part of it landed on the rooftops on both sides, with the rest reaching the zombie crowd.

The area impacted was also much farther back than originally planned.

The rear positions of the zombie crowd were covered and struck.

And those iron bullets formed bowl-size deep pits in the asphalt, embedding themselves in the road.

Indeed, these iron solid bullets had turned into single-use consumables.

The power was genuinely formidable.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Wu Heng told Qiangzi and the others to go back and continue producing the ‘Lazy Dog Bombs’, while he himself led the Skeleton Army to keep pushing forward.

It was still early, and there were more zombies to clean up.

…

As dusk neared,

Wu Heng finished clearing the last wave of zombies.

After this period of relentless advancement, he had reached the center of the county and urban district.

Actually, it wasn’t slow progress.

Moreover, the speed of the scavenging team couldn’t keep up with Wu Heng’s advance.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Wu Heng rode the bus back.

Li Yahong said, “Qi Hancai and her people will come over tomorrow. I plan to have her follow the convoy, while the rest join the scavenging and patrol teams.”

“That’s good, assign more to the scavenging team, speed up the scavenging pace a bit.”

“Okay!”

The convoy returned to the bus station.

After discussing the Lazy Dog Bombs with Qiangzi, he went back to his room, opened the boundary door, and returned to Gold and Silver Island.

…

After dinner,

Wu Heng, with two others, went to the courtyard for training.

Mini had planted plenty of flowers but had also left space for training.

Wu Heng took out the [Instructor] Longsword,

and the three of them went to the courtyard to train. They put on the [Stamina Belt] and began swordsmanship training.

Practicing swordsmanship had become an essential daily activity.

The muscles in his body had fully adapted to the movements and intensity of the training, without the heart-piercing pain anymore.

Each movement and posture became increasingly standard.

Not to mention combat efficiency, just by watching the training movements, one could tell this was someone proficient in swordsmanship.

About an hour or so into the practice,

a system prompt appeared beside his ear.

[Swordsmanship Specialization has been promoted to (Basic).]

Wu Heng’s eyebrows rose slightly as he put the Longsword back into the Space Ring.

The previous Specialization was just a beginner’s level, and after such a long time, it had finally been promoted to basic.

He was fortunate to have that sword.

It was as if he had a coach providing hands-on training.

Sitting down to rest, Andre Willow came over with a towel to wipe off his sweat, “Take a break, don’t wear yourself out.”

Mini also took a break from her training, wearing yoga gear, and leaned over, “Sister Wei’er, wipe me down too.”

“`

“Wipe it yourself, don’t you have hands?” Andre Willow threw the towel over.

“Fine, you’re gonna play it like that, huh? Tonight, I’m gonna punish the fox with the master,” Mini said as she wiped off her sweat and spoke loudly.

Andre Willow gave her a disdainful glance.

Wu Heng smiled as he wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the two women, but his eyes caught the light of an ‘Illuminating Stone’ shining through the window of the neighboring residence.

The place had been empty before.

“Someone moved in next door?” Wu Heng turned his head to look at the adjacent house.

This place was more like a modern row of townhouses, with connected courtyard walls.

The two women also turned to look. Mini said, “Yes, a renovation team has started to work on it; I heard the owner is planning to move back in.”

“Oh!” Wu Heng nodded and continued, “I’ll arrange for more skeletons, Mini, when you are at home alone during the day, don’t get into conflicts with anyone. If anything happens, wait until I get back.”

Gold and Silver Island is no peaceful place.

Although the chances are slim, as I am the Vice-executive of the guild, I shouldn’t encounter much trouble.

But still, it’s better to be careful.

“Don’t worry, if there’s any trouble, I’ll run to the guild and find Sister Wei’er, then use the guild’s authority to pressure them,” Mini said, confidently patting her chest.

Andre Willow sneered and said, “Just now you were talking about punishing me tonight, and now you know to find me when you’re in danger?”

Mini, consistent in her demeanor, raised her head and said, “Sister Wei’er is just pretending; every time, you’re actually enjoying it.”

“Nonsense,” Andre Willow retorted.

She got up to chase after Mini, who was quick on her feet and leaped up, gleefully running ahead.

Stopping her stride occasionally, she taunted Andre Willow a few times.

Andre Willow then followed behind, amusingly chasing and playfully hitting her.

Wu Heng watched the playful pair and glanced over at the still busy worksite next door.

He stood up and headed towards the room, calling out, “Let’s go, time to go home, take a bath, and sleep.”

“Time to discipline the bad fox.”

Mini quickly ran over and grabbed onto his arm.

Andre Willow followed closely and took hold of his other arm.

…

The next day.

Wu Heng went to the guild early and, sitting at his desk, poured himself a cup of tea.

“Wei’er, go to the front desk and reshoot the wanted notices,” Wu Heng handed her the tablet.

“All right, master,” Andre Willow replied.

She left and soon returned with the tablet in hand.

Wu Heng began to look through the wanted notices that were captured.

There were three Pirate Groups listed on the notices, each possessing Flying Dragons.

[Iron Barrel Pirate Group][White Skull Pirate Group] and [Hand of the Demon Pirate Group].

Yesterday’s experiments had proven the power of Flying Dragons carrying ‘Lazy Dog Bombs.’

Besides producing more Solid Iron Bullets, Wu Heng also considered whether to increase the number of Flying Dragons.

Wu Heng wanted to pay more attention to news about the pirates.

If the opportunity arose, it would be nice to acquire more Flying Dragons for alternating bombardment from the sky.

It could also speed up the efficiency in battles.

Andre Willow, resting her chin on his shoulder from behind, softly asked, “Master, are you planning to trouble the pirates?”

“Right now, there are no leads, just casually looking,” Wu Heng replied.

Although he was inclined, there really wasn’t any information here.

Now he kind of missed ‘Wen Mansha’; during his time in Lundham City, the gang boss provided him with a lot of useful intelligence.

Her support was a significant contribution to his attaining the position of Deputy Steward.

“`

Now on Gold and Silver Island, unfamiliar with life and surroundings, even the means to gather intelligence was lacking.

“Take it slow, we haven’t been here for very long,” Andre Willow comforted.

“Mhm!” Wu Heng nodded.

Knock, knock, knock~!

The door to the room was knocked upon.

Andre Willow straightened up and sat down in the assistant’s position.

Wu Heng then said, “Come in!”

The door opened, and the dwarf ‘Olin’ peeked inside before walking in.

“Deputy Steward Wu Heng, Miss Andre Willow!” Olin greeted respectfully.

“What is it?” Wu Heng asked.

“Deputy Steward, the ship that held the captive girl from the last time has been approved. In accordance with the spoils being distributed on one’s own, I’ve brought over the ship’s certificate of ownership for you,” the dwarf said.

The last mission.

Wu Heng had led the third squad on that operation, but the entirety of the battle had been completed by Wu Heng alone.

By the time the third squad arrived, they only carried out the aftermath and reporting work.

It was essentially like picking up a mission reward and prestige for free.

Not just that, the third squad had followed through on several missions, all completed smoothly. The merits and rewards were continuously linked.

Many squads were envious.

Naturally, they had to center around Wu Heng.

Once there was news of this ship, the dwarf immediately brought it over.

Hearing the dwarf’s words, Wu Heng’s spirits also lifted.

A ship was not a conveyance like a horse-drawn carriage.

The cost to build a ship was quite expensive. At the least, a few tens of gold coins, or as many as a hundred gold coins.

Of course, this refers to cargo ships, not those small boats propelled by human power or ordinary fishing boats.

Wu Heng looked at the ship certificate handed over to him and asked, “How do I use this thing?”

“All you have to do is fill in your name and re-stamp the account number on the body of the ship,” the dwarf explained.

The matter seemed uncomplicated.

Wu Heng thought for a bit and continued to ask, “What if there is a new ship, how should it be registered?”

“That depends on which country or power you wish to register with. Here on Gold and Silver Island, they don’t enforce it too strictly. Giving some money for registration should suffice. If you want to register with the association, it’s even simpler; fill out a form, and if the association has it on record, that’s considered registered,” the dwarf replied.

Wu Heng nodded, having understood the other party’s explanation.

In plain terms, ship ownership wasn’t too strict. As long as one had a reasonable identity, actually, it was possible to apply to dock.

At that time, there wouldn’t be any place to verify whether your location was legitimate.

Wu Heng took the ship certificate and said to Andre Willow, “Give everyone some celebratory money.”

Andre Willow took out a pouch of coins, heavy and handed it to the other party.

“That won’t do, the entire campaign was resolved by you, and this ship should rightfully be yours,” the dwarf stated firmly.

“Take it, consider it everyone celebrating my acquisition of the first ship.”

The dwarf hesitated for a moment, but still pocketed the pouch of coins.

“Thank you, Deputy Steward. If you have any orders in the future, just let me know,” he said.

Wu Heng nodded.

“Then I won’t disturb you any further.”

Once again, the dwarf bowed courteously and retreated from the room.

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“Master, congratulations on having your own ship,” Andre Willow said with a smile.

Wu Heng stood up, “Come, let’s go take a look at that ship.”