Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

One of the deputy deacons hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Island Master Wu Heng, the mist may be more dangerous than the information we've gathered. Could you tell us what type of wondrous item you have on hand? It would give us some idea of what to expect, to avoid problems."

In these people's view, the biggest problem with the mist is the loss of direction.

If there really is a danger that is difficult to deal with inside, as long as you can find the direction, you can still escape. Without direction, you don't even have a chance to escape.

Wu Heng casually flipped his hand and took out the [Tracking Pendant], explaining, "This is a wondrous item for finding traces of people. When the time comes, as long as you carry the belongings of the personnel staying outside, it can point out the direction of the other party."

With this explanation, everyone understood the function of this wondrous item.

It's a little different from the imagined effect of discerning direction, but it is indeed a method.

Mages really have useful brains.

"You can put it away now." The middle-aged deacon had some understanding in his heart, and then looked at the others, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Everyone shook their heads.

The middle-aged deacon said directly, "Then go back and prepare, and then gather at the association."

"Yes!" Everyone nodded.

"Go back and prepare!"

Everyone stood up, saluted, and left one after another.

The middle-aged deacon looked at Wu Heng and said with a smile, "Thank you, Island Master Wu Heng, for coming to support us."

"It's what I should do. We're all in the Emerald Sea, and everyone should help each other," Wu Heng also responded politely.

The middle-aged deacon glanced at him with some surprise.

He had thought that someone who directly decided to enter the mist would be a rather arrogant person.

Of course, with the current island master's age and achievements, he also had the capital to be arrogant.

But speaking in private, he was very easy-going.

"I'll have someone prepare a dormitory for you. Rest for a while, and I'll have someone notify you later."

"Okay!" Wu Heng nodded.

The two walked out of the room together.

The two tall skeletons waiting at the door still attracted the deacon's attention.

Wu Heng briefly explained his servants, and the other party didn't ask any more questions.

He called a staff member to arrange a dormitory for Wu Heng, said a few more words to him, and then went to busy himself with his own affairs.

…

Wu Heng followed the staff all the way into the dormitory.

The dormitory was about forty square meters in size, with a double bed and a desk.

The two skeletons stood at the doorway.

Wu Heng sat down by the bed, took out his mobile phone, and brought up the satellite positioning to see if it would work when entering the mist.

It could also be considered a means of discerning direction.

He studied it for a while.

After arriving here.

Wraith was also responsible for intelligence work.

He already suspected that there was a problem with this mist, so he had to be careful in all aspects.

"What level is that deacon?" Wu Heng then asked.

"The deacon is level 13, one of the deputy deacons is level 11, one is level 10, and the rest are around level 8 or 9," Bennie replied.

Just now in the conference room, those present were deacons, deputy deacons, and captains.

There were no ordinary members.

The mist's current impact would mean that ordinary professionals would be sending themselves to their deaths, and even the captain level would have some difficulty.

So there was no need for ordinary members to participate.

As they were talking, Granda also flew back and said the same thing, "There's nothing special in the city. It shouldn't be a conspiracy against you."

Wu Heng nodded, indicating that he understood.

The group continued to wait in the room for a while.

About two hours later, there was a knock on the door and the voice of a staff member, "Sir, the deacon asked me to call you downstairs."

"Okay, I'll go down now," Wu Heng said to the door.

He got up and took the skeletons out of the room.

…

Harbor.

The ships were already ready, and everyone boarded the ships and headed towards the deep sea.

The ship that the association members and Wu Heng were on was a warship, which was more sturdy and equipped with many machines.

Walking into the cabin, you could also see a large amount of fresh water and food, in case they were trapped in the mist.

It could also sustain these people for a period of time, waiting for outside rescue.

The deacon walked in from outside and introduced, "The mist has spread to almost half the city's area. The outer area can be entered freely, but going deeper will cause you to lose your way."

"Our ship will enter, and the other ships will stay on the periphery to respond. These are the belongings of the outer crew and the personnel staying in the city. If you lose your way, we will have to rely on your wondrous item."

After speaking, he handed over two items.

The first was a sailor's bandana, and the second was a lady's silk scarf.

At a glance, you could tell which one belonged to the outer crew and which one belonged to the personnel staying in the city.

"Okay!" Wu Heng put away the things that were handed over.

He had also made preparations, but they were pointing in the direction of Golden Silver Island.

"Island Master Wu Heng, does Golden Silver Island also know about the mist?" The middle-aged deacon sat down opposite him and asked casually.

"The merchants brought the news, saying there was mist and ghost ships," Wu Heng replied.

Now, thinking about it, the association's response to the whole situation was a bit slow.

The news had reached Golden Silver Island some time ago.

Now, these people have realized that the mist must be controlled.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged deacon said with concern, without any intention of continuing the conversation.

At this time, Bennie, who was investigating outside, flew back and directly burrowed into Wu Heng's body.

The images after the investigation were also shared.

A large area of mist appeared in the direction the ship was heading.

You couldn't see the edge at a glance.

It really was half the city's area, and according to the deacon, the mist was expanding.

If they didn't control it or investigate some useful information, it would eventually expand to the near-sea area.

Wu Heng took out his mobile phone and checked the positioning again. It was still working and there were no problems.

Knock knock knock~!

After a while, the cabin door was knocked, and someone said, "Deacon, we are approaching the mist."

The middle-aged deacon raised his head and looked at Wu Heng, "Island Master Wu Heng, let's go out!"

"Okay!"

Walking out of the cabin, the fleet had already entered the edge of the mist.

A faint mist shrouded the ships, and the others also used some methods to cover their mouths and noses.

"We will go in, they will stay outside. If we don't come out by the second day, they will search a distance inside. If they still can't find us, they will ask the headquarters for help and invite elder-level personnel to take action," the deacon said.

All the other ships stopped, while the ship on their side directly fixed the rudder.

They began to advance straight into the depths of the mist.

As they moved forward, the surrounding mist became thicker, and the visibility was no more than five meters.

In addition to the visual range being affected, other senses, even hearing, were greatly affected.

Even the deafening waves became subtle.

Wu Heng could feel the various negative energies in the mist.

And this energy was constantly increasing as they went deeper.

He glanced at the others on the ship. Everyone had prepared some corresponding props to resist the influence of the mist.

The ship continued to move forward.

You could see broken planks, broken sails, and some wooden barrels and sundries.

Floating with the waves.

"There are living people," someone suddenly said.

Everyone followed the gaze. On a broken plank, there was a figure lying on it. Judging from the clothes, it should be a sailor.

"Pull him up!" the deacon ordered.

The rope was lowered, and someone went straight down. As soon as he approached the floating plank, the sailor suddenly jumped up, roaring in his mouth, and frantically trying to drag the person who went down into the sea together.

The person who went down was himself a captain, and punched the abdomen twice, directly knocking the target unconscious.

Then he carried him back to the ship.

"The mind has been affected by the mist. Some people have come out before, and they were in this state," the middle-aged deacon explained to Wu Heng.

Someone bent down and fed the carried-back person a potion.

After the other party woke up, he roared again, and pounced over frantically.

This state is somewhat close to zombies, but the attack method is not the same.

Zombies still stand and pounce to bite the other party, but the person in front of him advances half-squatting, like 'Gollum' in The Lord of the Rings.

This person was controlled again, and the association used a scroll.

The crazy sailor's eyes cleared up a bit, and from being aggressive, he became a frightened rabbit, curled up in a ball, muttering something non-stop.

"We are from the association, how did you get out?"

"You are safe now, can you understand what I'm saying?"

The association's deputy deacon asked several questions in a row, but the other party did not show a normal response.

Slap slap~!

Two big mouths slapped over directly, and the deputy deacon said in a cold voice: "How did you get out, otherwise I will chop you up now."

“I… I don’t know.”

“What did you see inside?” the deputy deacon continued to ask.

“Saw a ship. We wanted to avoid it and leave, but no matter how we went, that ship would always appear in front of us.”

“What about the others?”

“I don’t know!”

Slap! Slap!

Two more slaps to the face. “Think carefully!”

The sailor said timidly, holding his head with both hands, “I don’t know.”

The deacon said, “Lock him up.”

“Yes!”

After the man was taken away, the deacon walked over and explained to Wu Heng, “Everyone is under a lot of pressure, and their behavior is a bit rough. I’ll talk to them after the mission is over.”

Wu Heng nodded, not saying much.

He felt fine, but for these people, they were facing life-and-death pressure.

The ship continued to move forward.

The others went to work, while Wu Heng sat aside.

A small voice sounded in his ear, “Uncle, is this like being stuck in a ghost wall?”

According to the sailor who was salvaged just now, after the ship entered a certain distance into the fog, no matter which direction it went, it would move closer to the ghost ship.

It was somewhat similar to being stuck in a ghost wall.

But this is another world. 'Ghost wall' is a term from my world. Here, it's usually an illusion.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, it really does seem like it,” Wu Heng said.

Xiao Xiao leaned on his shoulder, “Are there really ghosts?”

Wu Heng said, “What are you talking about? With our profession, shouldn't ghosts be afraid of us?”

“Oh, that’s right! Then you protect me later, Uncle,” Xiao Xiao said.

“You protect me.”

“I’m a child.”

“I’m a college student!” Wu Heng retorted without backing down.

Xiao Xiao was responsible for Wu Heng's surroundings, while Bennie and Glenda checked around the ship.

The fog didn't have much impact on the wraiths, and the energy contained within made the three wraiths feel more comfortable.

Moreover, there was a connection between the wraiths and Wu Heng, so he wasn't afraid of not being able to find them.

After bickering with Xiao Xiao for a while, he picked up his phone and looked at it again. The location was still there, but the position didn't seem to be moving in a straight line as before.

...

The ship continued to move forward. After rescuing the first person, the atmosphere in the team became even more tense.

Everyone lowered their heads and did their own thing, without speaking.

And the fog's influence on people was also increasing.

Some team members had already begun taking potions to dispel abnormal states in order to maintain their clarity.

After an unknown amount of time, the ship entered an area surrounded by broken decks and several large and small ships with no figures on the decks.

Kingdom cruise ships, merchant ships with merchant guild flags, and mercenary团ships could be seen.

Thump!

The ship under their feet squeezed past a ship in front, forcibly pushing open a path.

And with this collision.

Whoosh!

Countless figures poured out of the ship's deck, roaring towards them in the fog.

Then, from all the surrounding ships, large numbers of figures poured out, densely packed on the decks, staring fixedly at the ship that had broken in.

One of the ships moved, approaching them.

Then, ships of all sizes from all directions moved in unison, approaching them, faster and faster, in a posture to crash into them.

“Damn it, we’re here to save you!” someone shouted loudly outside.

The others also looked ugly, looking around for a solution.

If the ship was gone, they wouldn't be able to swim back even with directions.

“Prepare to sink the approaching ships!” the deacon kicked the member who was still shouting and ordered loudly.

They couldn't care about so much now. If some people didn't die, they would die here.

Clatter!

The ship's equipment began to rotate, aiming at the approaching ships.

“Wait!” Wu Heng pulled the other party.

“Island Master Wu Heng, we can’t worry about so much in the current situation. I will write a detailed report after we go back and submit it to the headquarters,” the deacon said, shaking off his arm with an anxious tone.

“Let me try first!” Wu Heng said, and a copper bell with a wooden stake appeared before his eyes.

A bell?

Everyone looked over.

“You, come over and ring the bell!” Wu Heng pointed to one of them.

The other party was puzzled, but still walked over, picked up the bell hammer, and struck it directly.

Dong!

The deep bell sound instantly spread out.

The two skeleton servants beside him trembled slightly.

And the dense fog around the ship, like being blown by a wave of air, swept around, and the crazy crew members on the ships trembled the moment they heard the bell.

From madness, they turned into a curled-up, fearful appearance, all retreating into their respective cabins.

[Holy Bell] rings to ward off evil and disasters.

Unexpectedly, it would come in handy at this time.

The crazy crowd retreated into the cabins, and the local deacon and the others also showed surprise.

This Golden Silver Island Master was more reliable than they had imagined, even having such props.

They were also glad that he was the one who came to support them.

If it were another deacon, they might not have the ability to deal with this danger.

Wu Heng said to the person ringing the bell, “The side effect is repentance. You just repent here and don’t need to do other work. If madmen appear again, you continue to ring the bell.”

After speaking, he looked at the others, “Continue forward, we should be not far from the ghost ship.”

The bell-ringing member looked bitter.

He knelt on the ground and repented to the copper bell.

The others also gained a lot of confidence because of this strange object and continued to speed up the ship.

After the bell rang, the fog enveloped them again.

The visibility also dropped to three meters. On this vast sea, three meters could only see some debris around the ship.

And the debris on the sea was increasing, as if they had entered a swamp filled with broken planks.

With the current, they crashed into the ship.

“It’s the Golden Eagle Mercenary Corps’ ship!”

In the dilapidated pile of shipwrecks, the association and others saw a familiar flag floating on the sea.

Everyone’s faces looked ugly.

They only saw the flag, but didn’t see any crew members or corpses.

“There are words on the flag,” one person said.

“Pull it up!”

The beastmaster used bent hooks to hook the flag in the sea, and the crew members pulled it up directly.

In the blank space outside the pattern on the flag.

Two sentences were written.

This ship is a tomb. Someone triggered some mechanism and released this ship.

The ship has iron golems above level 12. Ships that come in later must not approach this ship, or they will be attacked.

The legendary ghost ship is a tomb?

Wu Heng and the others frowned as they looked at the information left by the mercenary corps.

“Can a tomb be on a ship?” the deputy deacon asked in surprise.

The middle-aged deacon replied, “If you say this is a tomb, it makes sense. Negative effects are more likely to appear in tombs.”

Many strange objects with necromantic effects come from tombs.

Of course, not every tomb has them. It depends on the strength of the tomb owner and the influence of the environment.

In short, it’s not easy.

“Is it… is it the Pirate King? The previous Pirate King. No one knows where he was buried,” a captain said his guess.

“Possibly. Rumor has it that the association couldn’t do anything about him back then. It makes sense that he died on the ship,” another person agreed with this statement.

“What does Island Master Wu Heng think?” the middle-aged deacon asked.

Wu Heng raised his head and shook his head again. “I don’t know either. I’ve only been in the Emerald Sea for two years. I only know about the Pirate King. I really don’t know about other strong people.”

The Pirate King’s tomb is really possible.

The previous Golden Silver Island Master found the treasure left by the Pirate King, but didn’t mention the corpse.

And the Pirate King’s glory was all in this sea area throughout his life. It’s very reasonable to find a way to be buried in this sea after his death.

“Well, let’s just assume it’s the Pirate King’s tomb!” the middle-aged deacon said.

At this time, someone shouted, “Look ahead!”

Everyone looked up.

They saw a strange ship floating on the sea in the distant fog.

As they approached, the ship became clearer and clearer.

The ship was decaying, with large holes broken open. The wooden planks were covered with strange dark green moss, shimmering with a faint light in the thick fog.

The once majestic statue on the bow now only had a pair of empty eyes, and its open mouth spewed out endless smoke.

The sails were tattered, fluttering weakly in the dead air, making a 'rustling' sound.

Ghost ship!

Someone took two steps back, almost falling to the ground.