Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng was happy that no one disturbed him and continued to concentrate on setting up the magic array.

The two parties cooperated in peace.

Soon, as the battle went on, the mercenaries' attacks gradually slowed.

They had encountered a very awkward situation.

There weren't enough arrows.

The mercenaries had rushed over upon receiving Ku Nuo's urgent request for help, so they didn't bring many arrows with them.

Ma Xiaowan immediately sent people to the camp to transport the arrows.

Due to the temporary lack of weapons, the mercenaries paused to rest for a while.

While they were waiting for the logistics supply, more and more people noticed the strange situation on Fang Heng's side.

In the middle of a large pile of dragon mosquito corpses, a masked man in a black robe was busy drawing an evil and strange magic array.

From time to time, zombies would drag body parts over and throw them beside Fang Heng.

The air was filled with the stench of blood.

Unknowingly, the leaders of the other mercenary groups had gathered around Ma Xiaowan. Everyone looked at Fang Heng with worry and uneasiness on their faces.

"Commander Ma, those two..."

"Yes," Ma Xiaowan nodded, "Necromancy mages are strange by nature. They deal with corpses all the time. It's fine to let them handle the spoils of war. Tianli Mercenary works closely with the various Chambers of Commerce. We won't mistreat any of you when we return."

"Commander Ma, you have misunderstood," Wei Yu, the commander of Chook Mercenary, said. He looked at Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei, his eyes apprehensive. He shook his head and said, "We're not worried about the dragon mosquitoes' corpses. The value of those corpses is not very high anyway, giving them to those two is a small matter. We just feel, umm... that the behavior of those two is a little too strange."

"Well, the necromancy mages' research is quite eerie. We shouldn't be enemies with them. Don't disturb them, just send someone to keep an eye on them."

Wei Yu nodded, "I'll send someone to keep an eye on them. It's best if we can work together. If they do anything unexpected, we can immediately react too."

"Alright, I'll have to trouble you then."

While they were discussing, they suddenly frowned and turned their heads to look in Fang Heng's direction.

They saw another eerie scene.

The ground around Fang Heng's feet started to tremble, and greenish-white palms emerged from the soil.

Those are...

The mercenaries' expressions became increasingly solemn.

One after another, zombies struggled to crawl out of the ground, wailing like the undead.

In just a short while, hundreds of zombies had crawled out of Fang Heng's surroundings!

[Hint: The player has met the requirements for level up. The player's level has been raised to LV26. Due to the player's talent skill, the player has obtained an additional 176 zombie clones.]

[Hint: The player currently has 1054 zombie clones.]

[Hint: The player needs 2000 Tier-1 mutation crystals to level up your character level in the next stage.]

Finally!

Now that his character level had increased to LV26, the number of his zombie clones had finally broken through the 1000 mark!

An epic victory!

Good!

Fang Heng, who was setting up the blood altar, was excited.

These zombies were all coolies who could toil endlessly!

Fang Heng immediately issued instructions through the game log, controlling the zombie clones to continue moving corpses across the river.

Then, he lowered his head again and focused on setting up the blood altar.

More and more blood was being collected from the corpses of the dragon mosquitoes, and it would be a waste if he did not set up the blood altar quickly!

On the other side, the mercenaries fell into dead silence.

What a terrifying necromancy mage.

To think he could continue to summon zombies that were unfearful of death.

In the legends, the evil necromancy mages could even summon mountains of corpses and seas of bones.

They didn't believe it at first, thinking that those were just exaggerated rumors.

But ever since meeting Fang Heng, they started to believe in those legends.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Just as they were bewildered, Ma Xiaowan saw Fang Heng suddenly raise his head and turn to look at them.

The mercenaries looked away as if they were doing something they shouldn't.

They were extremely fearful of Fang Heng.

Fang Heng and Mo Jiawei whispered a few words to each other before walking toward the mercenary groups.

Walking to the crowd, Fang Heng slightly bowed to the mercenaries and said politely, "Commander Ma, is everything going well?"

The smile on Ma Xiaowan's face was a little stiff, "Thanks to your assistance, everything went smoothly. According to our agreement, after the commission is successfully completed, the Chambers of Commerce will give you the corresponding reward. I believe that the rewards will satisfy you."

"Thank you so much," Fang Heng revealed a satisfied smile under his mask and continued, "Other than that, I have a personal matter in which I would like to borrow the strength of the team. Of course, I won't ask you to do it for free. The cost can be deducted from my commission reward."

"Mr. Fang, you don't have to be so courteous. It has been a pleasure working with you. If you need any help, we'll try our best to satisfy you."

"Very well, I want to borrow some carts," Fang Heng pointed at the unloading carts not far away and said, "May I? "

Ma Xiaowan turned around.

Not far away, the logistics team of the mercenary groups had just used carts to transport a large number of arrows. Before they could unload all the arrows, they were surrounded by the other mercenary groups and the supplies were instantly gone.

"This..." Ma Xiaowan was a little hesitant, but she nodded and said, "We still need a large number of carts to transport arrows from the camp. We might not be able to lend out too many."

"I see," Fang Heng took a look at the carts, and decided to settle for second best as he said, "Do you have any nails then? Ropes?"

"Huh?" Ma Xiaowan was startled by Fang Heng's sudden change of topic.

"Nails? Is it the kind of nails that I think you're referring to?"

"Yes, precisely."

Ma Xiaowan became even more suspicious. She frowned and said, "We do have a lot of nails left in the camp from building the place back then and they're all temporarily stored in the warehouse. 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 urgent. I'd just like to borrow two carts to transport some nails and rope."

Fang Heng shot a look at Mo Jiawei, who immediately reacted and nodded, "Yes, I'll go back with you guys to get the stuff. It's best if you can lend us a few more people."

"O-okay," Ma Xiaowan didn't know what the two evil necromancy mages were up to, but if they only needed two carts, nails, and ropes... It didn't seem to be a big deal.

Ma Xiaowan nodded in agreement as she didn't want to offend the necromancy mages.

"I'll take you there."

Soon, Mo Jiawei followed the mercenaries back to retrieve the nails and rope.

Fang Heng continued to stay where he was to build the altar.

The dragon mosquito corpses in the surroundings were also piling up.

It took less than 15 minutes to transport the supplies from the camp. Mo Jiawei soon came back with a few logistics personnel of the mercenary groups with some carts.

The carts were filled with a few large boxes, which were filled with nails and ropes.

At this time, the major mercenary groups were still using their bows and arrows to shoot at the dragon mosquito swarm on the other side of the river.

The riverbank on the other side was already covered in the corpses of the dragon mosquitoes.