Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

Wang Ye hummed a self-written and directed ditty there, so unhappy, but some people's mood was not very beautiful.

For example, the necromancer who just escaped from the Mist Realm.

As soon as he broke out of the Mist Realm, he made contact with the old necromancer in the center of the city through the owl messenger.

"What? You said Director Sanger didn't receive any news from me? Looking

at the owl messenger who was suspended far away and did not approach him, the necromancer's face was full of stunned.

In the Mist Realm, he has released owl messengers more than once, trying to get in touch with Director Sanger, who is responsible for building the blood pool of the dead in the center of the city.

But he never received any reply.

He didn't take this to heart.

He knew that the other party had been looking at him unfavorably, and it was normal for him not to pay attention to him....

But everything has to be prioritized.

After realizing that the maker of this fog was not easy to deal with, he did not think that the other party would continue to fool him....

Since what the other party said was true, didn't it mean that those owl messengers he released before were all intercepted?

As for whether the owl messenger will get lost, it is not in his consideration at all....

"Yes, the master has also sent many messengers to get in touch with you..."

But they all... Cuckoo... Gone forever..."

The necromancer ignored the owl messenger's insinuations, he turned his head to look at the still slowly expanding misty field not far behind him, and couldn't help but snort.

If you can intercept the owl messenger flying in the sky, you will definitely be able to intercept him!

If you can prepare to intercept the owl messenger, you can accurately sense his location!

Doesn't this mean that being in the foggy realm is actually moving under the noses of the other party...

Under the noses of the other party, chase and kill the other party....

When he thought about it, he felt extremely ridiculous....

At the same time, a huge fear and an equally huge happiness rushed into his heart, making him not know what to say at this moment....

"My lord, the other two adults, who have not returned so far, maybe... Possible... I'm in trouble..." the owl messenger looked at the necromancer's face, carefully considered the words, and said carefully.

"It's not that you're in trouble, but you're already dead..." The necromancer looked at the increasingly large mist field, and said in a low tone: "Go back and tell Director Mosang that the other party's mist realm is very high-level, and it is likely to have a perception ability that we don't know..."

He wasn't just leaving where he was, he was going to leave Hill City directly.

It was impossible for him to enter the other party's foggy realm again.

Even if the rank, status, and power of the Moisang Council are higher than him, he will no longer obey the orders of the other party and gamble with his life.

He came to Hill City to make a fortune, not to send him to death....

At this time, the Polita Commercial Federation is full of opportunities to make a fortune, and there is no need for him to stay here and grind hard bones....

Director Moisang, who has no time to separate, can do nothing with him now...

As for the end of this war, the Moisan Council will not trouble him again, it is not something he cares about now....

Anyway, he only knows that when his strength is stronger than Director Moisang, even if Director Moisang has the support of the big people above, he will not dare to trouble him again....

"What? Advanced forms in the Mist Realm? In

the middle of the city, above the iron tower, the old Moisang Director looked at the owl messenger suspended in front of him, his face full of disbelief.

Being able to be appointed to preside over the construction of the Blood Pool of the Dead is enough to show his level of knowledge and status in the Tower of Dry Bones.

But like this, he didn't know that the fog field still had such a role...

He turned his head to look at the gray fog that almost covered a quarter of Hill City, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes, such

a guy is difficult to deal with.

In the case that the opponent occupies the home field and has a similar God's eye, it is difficult, difficult, difficult to kill the opponent's home field....

However, in the current situation, even if it is difficult, he will find the other party out and kill him!

This seems to be an unsolvable puzzle.

No!

The old Moisang director knew an optimal solution.

But he didn't want to do that....

Just when Director Mo Sang was a little undecided, his eyes suddenly froze.

In his perception, there was a trace of disturbance in the flow of rich dead qi in the square....

He quickly let go of all his perceptions and carefully looked for the cause of the disturbance of the dead qi.

The reason was not hidden, and soon he found it.

Originally, these dead qi all flowed towards the blood pool of the dead under construction.

But now, there is a wisp of dead air, pulled by the unknown, out of the original trajectory....

And the source of that unknown traction is the Northeast Fog Shroud Area!

"Damn it!"

The old Mo San, like an angry lion, let out a roar.

Then he shot directly, releasing an almost substantial dead qi, directly cutting off the wisp of dead qi that was dragged.

However, dead gas, the reason why it is called dead gas, is because it exists in the form of gas.

Anyone who has attended prenatal education knows that unless it is completely sealed, it cannot be completely confined to a certain area.

Blocking here, dew there, people with eight claws know that even if they dance eight claws into hot wheels, they can't block these fluttering and formless gases....

Obviously, the old Moisang director should be pure illiterate in this regard.

Soon, Governor Moisan discovered this.

"Ah! This damn thief!

He growled in annoyance, then turned to look at the owl messenger who had been lucky enough to come back alive.

"Huh?" The owl messenger barked suspiciously.

However, what awaits it is a mental shock from Director Moissan.

Such a humiliating thing, how could he let others know....

Even if it's his own owl messenger, that's not okay....

After all, he was a big man with half a foot in the upper class....

Feeling the rich dead qi that was constantly "stolen" away by the traction of the fog area, Director Moisang fell into an embarrassing dilemma....