Fang Heng was also happy that no one was disturbing him and continued to concentrate on setting up the magic circle.
Both sides cooperated peacefully.
Soon, with repeated attacks, the mercenary group's offensive gradually slowed down.
They encountered a very embarrassing situation.
There are not enough arrows.
The members of the mercenary group came over in a hurry after receiving the urgent news from Kuno, and they didn't carry many arrows with them.
Ma Xiaowan immediately sent people to the camp to deliver arrows.
Lack of weapons, the mercenary group needs some repairs.
While waiting for logistical supplies, more and more people discovered something strange about Fang Heng.
In the center of a large group of dragon mosquito corpses, a masked man in black robes was obsessed with drawing an evil and strange magic circle.
From time to time, zombies would drag corpses over and dump them next to Fang Heng.
The air was filled with a fishy smell of blood.
Unknowingly, the leaders of several other mercenary groups also gathered around Ma Xiaowan.
Everyone looked at Fang Heng with worries and uneasiness on their faces.
"Captain Ma, those two people..."
"Um."
Ma Xiaowan nodded, "Necromancers are eccentric by nature and have always dealt with corpses. It doesn't matter if they leave the trophy corpses for disposal. The Tianli Mercenary Group cooperates closely with various chambers of commerce, and we will not treat everyone unfairly with the commission rewards after returning."
"Captain Ma, you misunderstood," Wei Yu, the leader of the Chike Mercenary Regiment, looked at Fang Heng and the two men with fear in his eyes, and shook his head, "We are not worried about those dragon mosquito corpses. The value of those corpses is not very high.
We just gave it to them, we just felt, well... their behavior was a bit weird."
"Well, the Necromancer's research is weird. We shouldn't make enemies of them. Don't disturb them. Just send someone to keep an eye on them."
Wei Yu nodded and said: "I will send someone to keep an eye on him. It would be best if everyone can cooperate with each other. If there is any change, we can give immediate feedback."
"Okay, I'll spare your trouble."
While everyone was discussing, their brows suddenly furrowed and they all turned their heads to stare in the direction of Fang Heng.
They saw another strange scene.
The ground around Fang Heng's feet surged.
Blue-white palms poked out of the soil.
That is……
The expressions of everyone in the mercenary group became more and more solemn.
One after another, zombies struggled to crawl out of the ground, making undead wails.
In just a short moment, hundreds more zombies crawled out around Fang Heng!
[Tip: The player has met the conditions for level promotion. The player level has been raised to LV: 26. Due to the player's talent skills, the player has obtained an additional 176 zombie clones].
[Tip: The player’s current number of zombie clones: 1054].
[Tip: Upgrading the player's character level in the next stage requires 2,000 first-level alienation crystals].
finally!
The character level was raised to level 26, and the number of Fang Heng's zombie clones finally exceeded the 1,000 mark!
An epic victory!
good!
Fang Heng, who was setting up the altar of blood, felt excited.
These zombies are all hard workers!
Fang Heng immediately issued instructions through the game log and controlled the zombie clones to move towards the other side of the river to continue carrying the corpses.
But he continued to lower his head and concentrated on arranging the blood altar.
More and more blood is obtained from dragon mosquito corpses, and it will be wasted if we don't build it quickly!
On the other side, everyone in the mercenary group fell into a deathly silence.
The terrifying necromancer.
It is actually possible to continue to summon this kind of zombie life form that is not afraid of death at all.
According to legend, the evil necromancer can even summon mountains of corpses and seas of bones.
They didn't believe it at first, thinking that these were just exaggerated rumors.
After meeting Fang Heng, they started to believe it.
Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.
Just as she was in shock and doubt, Ma Xiaowan saw Fang Heng suddenly raise his head and turned to look at them.
Everyone in the mercenary group looked away one after another as if there was something wrong in their minds.
They were extremely afraid of Fang Heng.
Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei whispered a few words and then walked towards the mercenary group.
Walking up to the crowd, Fang Heng bowed slightly to the mercenary group and said politely: "Captain Ma, is everything going well?"
The smile on Ma Xiaowan's face was a little stiff, "Thank you for your assistance. Everything went very smoothly. According to our agreement, after the commissioned task is successfully completed, the Chamber of Commerce will give you two corresponding commission rewards. I believe it will satisfy you both."
"Thank you so much."
Fang Heng showed a satisfied smile under his mask, continued to nod, and asked: "In addition, I have some personal matters that I would like to help with the help of the team. Of course, it is not free, and the reward can be deducted from my commission reward."
"Boss Fang, you don't have to be so polite. We have a very happy cooperation. If there is anything we can do to help, we will try our best to satisfy you."
"Well, I'd like to borrow a cart."
Fang Heng said, pointing to the cart that was unloading goods not far away, "Is that okay?"
Ma Xiaowan looked back.
Not far away, the logistics team of the mercenary group had just used carts to transport a large number of arrows. Before they could completely unload the goods, people from various mercenary groups surrounded them and frantically divided up the supplies.
"this……"
Ma Xiaowan hesitated slightly and nodded: "We still need a large number of carts to transport arrows to and from the camp, so we may not be able to lend too many."
"That's it."
Fang Heng looked at the cart behind him, took a step back and said, "Are there any nails? And a rope?"
"ha?"
Ma Xiaowan was stunned by Fang Heng's out-of-the-box thinking.
"Nails? Are they the kind of nails I understand?"
"Yes, it's that kind of nail."
Ma Xiaowan became even more suspicious and frowned: "When the camp was built before, there were still a lot of nails left in the camp. They were temporarily stored in the warehouse. However, we didn't bring them with us. If you need them, you can go to the warehouse to get them. Do you need them now?"
"Yes, it's quite urgent. I would like to borrow two carts to transport some nails and ropes."
Fang Heng winked at Mo Jiawei beside him, who immediately reacted and nodded: "Well, I'll follow you back to get it. It's best to lend it to a few more of us."
"Okay, okay."
Ma Xiaowan didn't know what these two evil necromancers were going to do, but if they just needed two carts and nails and ropes...
It doesn't seem like a big deal.
With the intention of not antagonizing the Necromancer, Ma Xiaowan nodded in agreement.
"I'll take you there."
Soon, Mo Jiawei followed the mercenary team back to get the nails and rope.
Fang Heng continued to stay in place and build the altar.
More and more dragon mosquito corpses are piling up around them.
It only took 15 minutes to go back and forth to the camp to transport supplies. Mo Jiawei quickly returned with several mercenary regiment logistics personnel carrying carts.
The cart was filled with several large boxes filled with nails and ropes.
At this time, the major mercenary groups were still using bows and arrows to continuously fire at the dragon mosquitoes on the other side of the river bank.
There were already piles of dead dragon mosquitoes on the other side.