The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1150 - 1150 883 A Grave

Chapter 1150: Chapter 883, A Grave Chapter 1150: Chapter 883, A Grave One of the Vice-executives hesitated for a mont before saying, “Island Lord Wu Heng, the mist may be more dangerous than the information we’ve collected. Would you mind sharing what type of Special Item you have? It would give us peace of mind, in case any issues arise.”

To them, the biggest problem posed by the mist was the loss of their sense of direction.

If there were truly perilous threats within, they could still make an escape so long as they could find their way. Without direction, they wouldn’t even have the chance to flee.

Wu Heng casually flipped his hand and pulled out the Tracing Locket, explaining, “This is a Special Item used to find soone’s traces. As long as we carry an item belonging to the person staying behind outside, it can guide us to their location.”

With that explanation, everyone understood the function of the Special Item.

It was sowhat different from the expected effect of discerning direction, but it indeed presented a thod.

The minds of Mages are truly useful.

“You may put it away now.” The middle-aged Steward felt sowhat relieved and then turned to the others, “Do any of you have anything else to say?”

Everyone shook their heads.

The middle-aged Steward spoke up, “Then go back to prepare, and we’ll et up at the association.”

“Yes!” everyone nodded in agreent.

“Go and get ready!”

Everyone stood up, gave their courtesies, and left in succession.

The middle-aged Steward looked at Wu Heng with a smile and said, “Thank you for coming to support us, Island Lord Wu Heng.”

“It’s only right; we’re all in the Erald Sea, and we should help each other out,” Wu Heng politely responded.

The Steward looked at him sowhat surprised.

He had thought him an arrogant man, having agreed to enter the mist so directly.

Of course, with the Island Lord’s youth and achievents, he had the right to be proud.

Yet in private conversation, he was quite approachable.

“I’ll have soone prepare a dormitory for you to rest for a while. I’ll send soone to notify you later.”

“Alright!” Wu Heng nodded.

Together, they walked out of the room.

The two tall Skeletons waiting at the door still caught the Steward’s attention.

Wu Heng briefly explained about his Attendants, and the other party didn’t ask any further questions.

After summoning a staffer to arrange a dormitory for Wu Heng and exchanging a few words, he went off to attend to his own affairs.

…

Wu Heng followed the staffer to his dormitory.

The dormitory was roughly forty square ters with a double bed and a desk.

The two Skeletons stood at the door.

Wu Heng sat down by the bed, took out his phone, pulled up the satellite positioning to test if it would be useful in the mist.

It was another ans of determining direction.

After studying it for a while.

Xiao Xiao and Bella flew back in, with Xiao Xiao saying, “Uncle, they’ve all gone down to prepare, nothing special noticed.”

Bella followed up, “I followed that Steward, he went to arrange for the ships.”

After their arrival.

Ghosts were also responsible for gathering intelligence.

Suspecting that sothing was amiss with this mist, they had to be careful in all aspects.

“What level is that Steward?” Wu Heng continued to ask.

“The Steward is Level 13; among the Vice-executives, one is Level 11, another Level 10, the rest are around Levels 8 and 9,” Bella answered.

Just now, in the eting room, only Stewards, Vice-executives, and Captains were present.

Ordinary mbers were absent.

With the current impact of the mist, ordinary professionals going in ant certain death; even Captains would struggle.

Thus, there was no need for ordinary mbers to participate.

While they were speaking, Glenda also flew back, adding, “There’s nothing special in the city, it doesn’t seem to be a conspiracy targeting you.”

Wu Heng nodded, indicating his understanding.

They continued to wait in the room for a while.

About two hours later, there ca a knock at the door and the voice of a staffer, “My Lord, the Steward has sent to call you downstairs.”

“Alright, I’m coming down now,” Wu Heng responded towards the door.

He got up and left with the Skeletons.

…

At the harbor.

The ship was ready, and everyone boarded, heading towards the deep sea.

The ship carrying the association mbers and Wu Heng was a warship, more robust and equipped with many devices.

Entering the cabin, they could see plenty of fresh water and food—if they were to beco trapped by the mist.

They would sustain the people aboard for a ti, waiting for rescue from outside.

The Steward walked in from outside, explaining, “The mist has spread over nearly half the city. The outermost area can be freely entered, but delving deeper will cause us to lose our way.”

“Our ship will proceed, with the other ships staying at the periter for support. These are the belongings of the crew staying outside and those left in the city, in case we lose direction, we’ll rely on your Special Item.”

After saying this, he handed over two items.

The first was a sailor’s headscarf, the second a lady’s silk scarf.

One could tell at a glance which belonged to the outer crew and which to the personnel left in the city.

“Alright!” Wu Heng took the items and put them away.

He had made his own preparations, albeit aid in the direction of Gold and Silver Island.

“Island Lord Wu Heng, did Gold and Silver Island receive news of the mist?” The middle-aged Steward sat down opposite him and casually inquired.

“The caravans brought the news—speaking of mist and ghost ships,” Wu Heng replied.

In retrospect, the association’s response to the whole situation seed slow.

The news had reached Gold and Silver Island for so ti.

It was only now that these people realized that the mist could not be left unchecked.

“Mm!” The middle-aged Steward, still filled with concern, uttered and showed no desire to continue the conversation.

At that mont, Bella, who had been exploring outside, flew back and directly into Wu Heng’s body.

The scenes from her reconnaissance were also shared.

In the direction the ship was advancing, a vast expanse of mist appeared.