The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Rows of workers were transporting cargo, surrounded by guard teams keeping watch.

Under the lead of a man in formal attire,

Wu Heng went straight into the cabin of one of the cargo ships.

Upon descending, he saw a mature yet beautiful figure wearing a hood, standing in the company of guards in the middle of the cabin.

From the stature and the few strands of hair falling from underneath the hood, it was unmistakable that it was ‘Sha Naila’ herself.

Hearing footsteps, Sha Naila turned her head and greeted with a smile, “Deputy Steward Wu Heng!”

“Lady Shanaila!” Wu Heng nodded in response.

It was as if they were business partners who had only met once.

Sha Naila nodded and while walking deeper inside, she said, “Your cargo has arrived, this way for the leather armor and weapons. Further inside are the grains you ordered. Due to the humidity at sea, the internal cargo hold has moisture-proof formations to ensure the dryness and quality of the grains.”

Following her introduction,

some guards opened two wooden crates.

They revealed one-handed battle axes and wooden bows inside.

Wu Heng casually took one out to examine and felt the quality was very good.

Putting it back, he said, “I trust the reputation of Starflower, there’s no need for inspection. Have people move it directly to the ship at No. 3 Association Dock, I’ll arrange for someone to haul it away later.”

“Certainly!” Sha Naila smiled and commanded her people behind her.

A horde of workers immediately rushed in and began moving the cargo.

Meanwhile, some people from Starflower came out and started tallying the remaining balance that needed settlement.

Wu Heng immediately took out the corresponding money to complete the transaction.

The workers carried the cargo.

Wu Heng and Sha Naila stood aside, quietly watching.

“What time did you get up today? You seem still sleepy,” Wu Heng mentioned softly while standing aside.

Sha Naila continued to gaze ahead and replied softly, “Don’t even mention it, I was brought here as soon as I got out of bed, and I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

“Youth is great, staying up late every night!”

A small hand softly pinched him on side.

“What do you mean by that!”

…

Once the cargo was moved,

Sha Naila had to deal with matters involving the fleet and left with the people of ‘Starflower’.

Wu Heng also went to his own ships.

He opened the cabin and the boundary door to Zombie World, transporting all the purchased goods into the newly constructed warehouse.

The items purchased from Starflower were split into five categories.

Two thousand wooden bows and one-handed battle axes each, fifty thousand sets of leather armor, five thousand bags of wheat flour and soybeans in total.

After everything was moved over,

he began directing the Skeleton Army to come over, don armor, and pick up weapons.

…

“When did they bring over so much equipment?”

“Last night, I guess. They hurried the construction yesterday and added an extra wall in the warehouse, originally planning to use it as storage.”

“Goodness, these boneheads even know how to dress themselves.”

“Would you stop blabbering! He might be smarter than you.”

“You know, if we used these skeletons as a base for making silicone people, wouldn’t that solve the issue of rigidness and heaviness?”

“Eh? Brother, what kind of work did you do before?”

From a distance, survivors from the old factory district were watching the skeletons change their gear and discussing among themselves.

They had originally thought that skeletons were only capable of simple attack motions, but now they could dress themselves, pick up weapons, and transport goods.

They didn’t seem much different from people anymore.

At that moment, Qi Hancai came out from the dormitory and said, “Stop gawking, get on with your tasks.”

At her word, everyone immediately dispersed and returned to their respective posts.

…

Seeing Qi Hancai approach, Wu Heng asked, “Has the route to the military market been planned out yet?”

“It has been planned out!”

Qi Hancai took out a map and pointed out the route to him.

The people from the old factory shelter had traded with the military before,

So there was guaranteed to be a safe route to reach them.

Plus, in the past few days, Wu Heng and the others had cleaned and investigated the surroundings for a well-inferred route.

Having looked at it, Wu Heng said directly, “Get ready, we’re visiting the military market tomorrow.”

“How many vehicles do we need to prepare?”

Wu Heng thought for a moment and said, “Three trucks will do, load some grain on one truck, and the skeletons on the other two.”

After all, it was a public market, and the likelihood of danger was low.

But it was important to be cautious on the way.

Bringing along some skeletons would provide some defense if needed, buying time for the convoy to retreat.

“Okay, I’ll let the people prepare immediately.”

Qi Hancai went to delegate tasks.

Wu Heng returned to the dormitory, opened the boundary door, and went back to the cabin.

…

Upon reaching the deck,

Wu Heng glanced at his ships moored at the port.

Because he was also wanted by the pirates, he had never had the opportunity to set sail, so the ships just stayed docked here.

He previously thought about forming a caravan to experience life in navigation and trade, but as ‘Sha Naila’ had said, doing business required a lot of energy to manage, which clearly wasn’t suitable for him.

The second option was to lease out the ships for a certain rent, just like houses.

Now, the second option seemed more reliable.

Wu Heng stomped firmly on the deck twice, “If only they could be refitted into modern battleships and destroyers, that would be wonderful.”

He stood on the boat and watched for a while.

He disembarked directly, hailed a carriage, and headed to the central district.

…

He returned to his residence.

Lady Shanaila was already sitting in the living room, chatting with two maids.

The three of them had tied several hairstyles on the owl Xiaobai. Besides the owl looking dispirited, the three of them were quite happy.

They were holding the little guy and chuckling.

Seeing Wu Heng walk in, all three said in unison, “Back already!”

After speaking, they were all startled.

Then Mini and Andre Willow simultaneously turned their gaze toward ‘Sha Naila,’ whose face instantly blushed as she said, “Deputy Steward is back! Are you satisfied with today’s goods?”

“Satisfied. With Guild Leader Shanaila keeping an eye on things, I’m certainly satisfied,” said Wu Heng as he walked in and sat down on the side.

“That’s good,” Shanaila continued, “Do you need to order anything else? The fleet can bring it directly the next time they return to port.”

“Not for now, I’ll find ‘Sha Naila’ when I need to,” he replied.

“Alright!”

Mini watched the two talking.

Curiously she said, “Master and Sister Shanaila, your way of speaking is so formal. Do you always talk like this?”

“Do we?” asked Shanaila.

“Yes, right, Sister Wei’er?”

Andre Willow also nodded her head.

At that moment, Chef No. 1 came up with dinner.

“Dinner’s ready, Sha Naila, please stay and eat with us,” said Wu Heng.

The four of them sat at the dining table and began to eat.

Wu Heng and Shanaila no longer addressed each other as Deputy Steward and Guild Leader, but by their names instead.

After dinner, they chatted for a while before Shanaila returned to her residence.

Wu Heng went upstairs to rest with the two women.

…

The next day.

Andre Willow went to sit in at the association, while Wu Heng headed straight for the Zombie World.

Exiting the dormitory.

Qi Hancai came up to meet him.

He said, “Everything is ready, we can leave at any time.”

Today’s task was to head to the military market.

“Let’s set off then!” Wu Heng got on the truck.

The convoy started moving, leaving the old factory area.

…

Heading to the military market.

They needed to take a long detour.

Fortunately, the road was relatively clear, and even though some parts were rough and bumpy, they didn’t encounter situations that forced them to stop.

About three hours later.

Three military trucks arrived within the perimeter of the military area.

From afar, they could see a market enclosed by a concrete wall.

Outside the wall, many modified vehicles were parked, most of them reinforced with iron plates and steel bars, all bearing the style of the wasteland.

Above the wall was barbed wire, and at the gatehouse was a heavy machine gun. Rifle-bearing guards could also be seen.

It felt somewhat like a prison from before.

The three trucks stopped in the distance for a while.

The invisible Xiao Xiao floated back from the opposite direction and slipped directly into Wu Heng’s body.

In his mind, images shared from Xiao Xiao immediately surfaced.

Behind the concrete wall was indeed a market.

Many people were selling their wares at the stalls — medicines, tools, and in the frame, people were even sellng themselves.

Shouting, having consumed a first-level Corpse Core, seeking refuge to join a shelter.

What interested Wu Heng in the military sector was situated in the back of the courtyard.

It was set a distance apart from the ordinary refuge stalls.

Many people were lining up there, waiting to exchange materials.

“Let’s go, let’s head over there!” Wu Heng said.

“Oh!” Qi Hancai picked up the walkie-talkie, notified the vehicles behind, and stepped on the gas pedal to drive straight there.

As they approached, someone came to direct them to park on the side.

Wu Heng instructed the others to wait and walked toward the market with two skeleton attendants and Qi Hancai.

…

Just as they neared the gate.

They were stopped by someone.

“Gentlemen, from which refuge are you? We need to log your entry,” the guard said.

Wu Heng replied, “From the Old Factory District Refuge.”

The guard looked curiously at them and particularly at the oddly-shaped, towering Skull Crusher and Bloody Hand, “Has your refuge changed personnel?”

“Our two refuges have merged, and I’ve come to take a look around, get to know the place,” Wu Heng said offhand.

The guard didn’t say much else; he just nodded, wrote ‘Old Factory District, four people’ in the record book, and let them through.

Wu Heng led the group straight inside.

As soon as they entered the market, various shouting voices surrounded them.

There was beer, medicine, and even winter clothing, quilts — it felt even more bustling than the modern vegetable markets before.

He continued striding towards the interior.

His target this time was military weapons. Even if he couldn’t exchange for planes or tanks, getting a few more rocket launchers could be very effective in critical moments.

Halfway through.

Wu Heng suddenly stopped, looking down at a stall.

Five glass jars, each containing a bloody Corpse Core.

Five Corpse Cores?

“Are these for sale too?” Wu Heng asked.

“What else would I be doing, displaying them here?” the man’s voice broke through.

Wu Heng glanced up at him.

“How much are they?”

“What have you got?”

“Food!”

“One 50 kg bag of food for one core,” said the man sternly.

Wu Heng’s brows lifted.

So cheap?