Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

The fastest way to get from Xianqin Port to the Polyta Commercial Federation is by plane.

The most convenient mode of transportation is by sea.

Wang Ye naturally chose the latter.

It doesn't matter if it's faster or slower, convenience is the most important thing....

Wang Ye's thoughts were completely opposite to the anxious Zhu Jun.

Zhu Jun was also standing on the deck of a giant ship at this time, holding the railing and looking at the pitch black in the distance.

If he could, he would definitely take a plane to Xianqin Port.

It's a pity that in a huge southern rainforest, there is not a single usable airport....

In desperation, he could only rush non-stop, from the river valley camp all the way to the beach, through the booked speedboat, to catch up with a giant ship that had already set off.

"Crunch..." With a little force, Zhu Jun bent the deck guardrail with the thickness of the baby's fist, but he didn't notice it at all, and continued to look at the pitch-black daze in the distance.

"Boy, we're going to meet soon, I want to see what kind of divine you are, and dare to blackmail Lao Tzu..."

"If you kid dares to treat my daughter... I think I'll beat you out of..."

But he didn't know that Wang Ye, who he was worried about, was in the same sea area as him at this time.

Five hours later, Zhu Jun, properly disguised, appeared in front of the door that Wang Ye had told him.

"Boom!"

With the number of the room, Zhu Jun did not hesitate, kicked the heavy door open, and rushed in.

In the room, an owl was frightened and hid under the table.

Zhu Jun looked around, but saw no one.

"! Trick me?

"That's not right! Grass! Hit the count! Zhu

Jun was alarmed in his heart, and he pulled out his legs and prepared to run.

But suddenly thought of something, quickly rushed to the desk, bent down to take out the owl hidden below, and yelled: "Boy, is it you?" It's you who hurry up and say something!!

In the cabin, Wang Ye's spirit suddenly fluctuated.

Closing his eyes and sensing, a smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth, he concentrated, and soon established contact with the owl in the room.

"Gooo Cough... Commander Zhu? The owl, which was still struggling violently, was like suddenly falling into an evil spirit, not only stopped struggling, but also spat out words.

"Wang... Wang Ye? Zhu Jun quickly let go, put the owl on the table, and complained: "You are too cautious!" I said it all, my communication number, there is absolutely no problem!

"It's okay to be careful, time is limited, let's make a long story short."

"Sister Ying is now in Room 1066 of the Jiahai Hotel..."

Before Wang Ye's words were finished, the owl in excellent condition suddenly tilted his head and broke his breath.

However, what should be said, has already been said.

Zhu Jun flicked his fingers, shot out a burst of energy, and after blowing up the owl corpse on the table into a rain of blood, he left the room in a hurry...

Half an hour later, Zhu Jun finally saw Liu Ying.

However, at this time, Liu Ying did not want to see him....

Northeast of the Polita Commercial Federation, an underground base of the Tower of Dry Bones, conference room.

Dozens of necromancers shrouded in black robes gathered here, and they gathered together in groups, whispering their own information and opinions, testing each other's plans, and constantly releasing smoke bombs.

If Wang Ye was here, he would recognize one of the necromancers at a glance, the sheep priest who he hated to grit his teeth.

"Old sheep, what is the effect of the brain domain development potion developed by Mu Yuer's little girl?" A necromancer with green eyes glowing asked in a low voice.

A look of displeasure flashed on the face of the sheep priest, and he responded somewhat perfunctorily: "I don't know, she blocked the news to death, and no words leaked out at all..."

The necromancer with green eyes naturally did not believe it, and asked with some ridicule: "You are the person in charge of the Luozhou base, if you calculate it, she is your subordinate, if you don't even know this, then you are too ...

"Hmph..." The sheep priest snorted coldly, turned his head and walked away.

"Gee, this old sheep, I just can't joke..."

A moment later, a necromancer stepped onto the stage, stretched out his dry hands, and gently pressed down, "Okay! Be quiet, the time will be up.

As soon as his voice fell, the originally noisy conference room immediately became quiet and became audible.

Between this group of high-level necromancers, there is nothing to talk about, they are all playing tricks on the spot....

It didn't take long for a humanoid phantom to quietly appear in front of a group of high-level necromancers.

The humanoid phantom is very blurry, making people unable to see it real, and wearing a half-face mask, even male or female can not be seen.

However, in this way, the existence that appeared in front of a group of high-level necromancers, in the Tower of Dry Bones, there would be no second person except for the mysterious "big boss".

"I've seen the big boss!" A group of high-ranking necromancers bent down and saluted.

The humanoid phantom gently raised his hand, and then a voice that could not distinguish between men and women came out through the way of air current, "Sit." "

Yes!" A group of high-level necromancers quickly answered and sat down.

"Target, Guardian of Polita, Enzo."

"Dementorship, success."

"In three days, you will die."

"Three days later, send troops to Polita."

"In half a month, level Polita."

"Feast, feast."

Fortunately, the humanoid phantom did not write novels, otherwise, with such concise words, he could starve himself to death.

After the humanoid phantom finished speaking, it quietly dissipated.

Just like when he appeared, there was no power fluctuation, no one noticed, like a ghost....

It wasn't until five minutes after the humanoid phantom dissipated that the conference room was moved again.

"Guys, have you heard what the big boss said?"

"This is a carnival that belongs exclusively to our necromancers!"

"The big boss has helped us clear the obstacles to attacking the Polita Commercial Federation!"

"Three days later, the Polyta Commercial Federation, let us take it!"

"Flesh and blood! Soul! Skeleton! Wealth!

"What do you want! What do you want!

"But that's not important! It is important that we declare our existence to Aquamarine! Declare our strength!

"We've had enough of these unsightly days!"

"Professional equality!"

"Necromancers are mages too! It also needs to be respected!

Looking at the black-robed man gushing on the high platform, the sheep priest pouted disdainfully and muttered in a low voice: "In that case, then you don't divide the spoils..."