Something's wrong with my undead

The night was a bit noisy for most residents of Helgeland City.

The sound of the city defense cavalry's hooves never stopped, and the air defense sirens wailed from the first half of the night to the second half of the night.

It was like the eternal dawn was coming.

There were three times more customers in the tavern late at night than before.

Every time the air-raid sirens sound, every time the floating city roars past, this group of drinkers who are not too embarrassed to watch the excitement can't help but squeeze to the window and look out.

After all, Northland hasn't been this lively in many years.

"Do you guys think this movement has something to do with Kitty Le during the day? For example, does it come from McCalla?" someone speculated.

"Then you are overthinking it. The Necromancer has been controlled. This time it is about something else. I know the inside story!"

A nobleman holding a wine glass said with joy, and then deliberately broke the sentence here.

"Give him a glass of 'Spring Thunder'."

Someone threw gold coins on the counter, and soon the bartender brought over a cocktail with ice cubes.

Its base is a rich, shadowy purple, which becomes lighter as it goes up, until it finally resembles a light blue sky.

The noble picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, then put the glass down heavily, and then continued:

"Something happened to the armory in the east of the city. The people in the Shadow Footsteps didn't know what was wrong with them. They actually attacked the armory and captured a thief they threw there two days ago. They didn't hesitate to knock out the two guards. military.

"You all know that although the Armory is a bunch of trash, it is also the face of Hegeland City. Aren't those rats trying to slap the face of the city lord?

"Then the city defense army began to search the whole city, hoping to save face by attacking these rats.

"But you also know what these rats are capable of. They can run as fast as sewer rats, and God knows how many strongholds they have...

"Just when the guards were running around like headless flies, a mysterious floating city appeared! It was like an elusive ghost. It first appeared at the docking station of the floating city in Xicheng District, triggering the air defense alarm there. , and then ran away with a 'swish'!

"Even if the city defense troops in Xicheng District are a bunch of sticks that are worse than tomatoes and tomatoes, they still know how to catch up! So they shut down the forbidden air barrier—that thing was useless anyway—and then chased after them.

"When we chased it from Xicheng District to the sky above Gorka Lane, the Floating City actually disappeared mysteriously! But what do you think the Floating City pilot saw?"

Everyone asked: "What did you see?"

"The rats in Gorka Alley are moving out and preparing to escape from this stronghold!"

"Is this...is this a coincidence?"

"Yeah, how does that thing know where the Shadow Footsteps person is hiding?"

"Just in time for them to leave?"

"Yes, it's such a coincidence."

The nobleman picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then burped comfortably.

"What's even more coincidental is that the ghostly floating city appeared again, this time bringing the city defense troops to the Redwood District. Coincidentally, the rats there were also moving things.

"Next is Balkavo Street, Jelino Lane, and the Bucha Club in the Ice Lake District... In short, wherever you go, there are moving rats. The city defense army completed the year's anti-theft target in one night, so the whole day The police are out all night!”

All the drinkers gathered around and listened with rapt attention.

But a problem also arises.

Why such a coincidence?

"how could I know?"

The noble rolled his eyes: "I heard these things from my friend in the city defense army. He was a warehouse keeper. He distributed supplies all night. Now that there are not enough people, they have been pulled out to make up for the shortage... But he said that those It seems that the goods the rats moved were not their own, because those goods were obviously smuggled from the forest, such as pure wooden poisonous arrows, dried medicinal materials, and poisonous mushrooms, which are not produced locally. "

"That's the Brotherhood." An insider added: "They seem to have shipped a batch of goods and plan to sell them in the local black market, but the people in Shadow Footsteps do not intend to share the local market with them."

"It turns out it's a gangster eating a gangster..."

"That's not right. Since the people from Shadow Footsteps are moving the Brotherhood's goods, what about the people from the Brotherhood?"

"You care about them? They might have died in some stinky ditch a long time ago."

"Could they have gone to Shadow Footsteps' stronghold?"

"You mean...they switched bases with each other?"

"Who knows."

The noble who told the story first said disdainfully.

"So I say, this matter has nothing to do with the necromancer during the day, and it has nothing to do with McCalla's group of hillbillies. Those country folk will be so scared that they pee when they see the floating city, right?"

The tavern was silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"What about Dylan's transformation?"

"Stop spreading those things from the Ashes Frontline. That Gitele is obviously from there. Do you really believe that he is from McCalla?"

"That's right, maybe starting from the manuscript of Barry Gitiller was a big chess game played by the Gitile family..."

There’s never been a shortage of conspiracy theories.

Especially when you see Kitty, who used to be so aloof, making a fool of yourself.

People are more likely to think that this is because the Gitilors wanted to show their faces, but ended up exposing their butts.

Just when everyone was talking and starting to arrange Gitele, someone suddenly pointed out the window and shouted:

"Look what that is!?"

A group of onlookers immediately dropped their words and crowded to the windows again. Some even opened the door, letting the evening breeze flow into the stuffy tavern.

Through the orange magic street lamp, they saw a black shadow coming from the night.

It passed by at a low altitude and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if dissolved in the air.

But behind him, he left pieces of paper flying like snowflakes.

One or two pieces floated into the house. Someone picked them up and read:

"'Very simple folk customs that make me want to help, you're welcome, love from McCalla'...

"What the hell does this mean?"

……

"What do they mean? What do they mean? Huh?"

Early the next morning, Sanxitine, Negreuse.

"I'm so angry, I'm so angry!"

The chief priest, Ms. Nikes, who received a lot of bad news as soon as she got up, a 1.5-meter-tall lolita, was stamping her feet on the long obsidian table in the Shadow Conference Hall.

Her feet were bare, revealing her toes painted with black nail polish. Each of them was full and round, as crystal clear as black pearls, making her feet whiter and softer.

But at this moment, the pair of white and tender feet were stepping on the long obsidian table, creating shadow ripples that rippled on the surrounding furniture, causing them to stagger around.

"So you called me back overnight just to see you go crazy?"

An overly tall woman sat on the sofa and yawned, raising her hands to casually block the ripples.

When blocking the energy, a pair of black dragon horns appeared on her forehead, but they quickly disappeared.

"I want you to see these!"

Nikes threw the piece of paper in front of her to Buzina, who gently caught it and just swept it roughly, and the tired look on her face disappeared a lot.

"Isn't this...all good news? Someone has helped you solve the shadow footsteps. It's not troublesome to kill these bugs, but it is difficult to find their lair.

"And this Dylan, the transformation technique he proposed is a bit interesting. McCalla has obviously found the key. I believe it won't be long before they can figure it out.

"Although his methods are a bit radical, isn't this what you want to see? Changes should be from the bottom up, both for your gods and for those believers...

"Oh, I understand, so you actually wanted to thank me for calling me back?"

"Shut up, you female lizard!"

Nikes jumped down.

She stood as tall as Butzina sat.

"You asked me to cooperate with McCalla. You said it would benefit both of us, but now?

"He admitted in public that he was a necromancer during his speech, and now he allows his summons to do whatever they want, forcing us to bow our heads and cooperate!

"This guy has already kicked his nose in his face. Is this McCalla's sincerity? What is the difference between what they do and the Velitas people!?

"The scholar named Vega killed tens of thousands of us and caused turmoil for three years. What does Dylan Gitiler want to do this time?

"Do you want Hegeland City to be buried with you?"

"Dear Nikes, you look even cuter like this."

Buzina reached out to touch Nikes's face, but was bounced away by a black light, and scales and claws appeared on her hands as if she was stressed.

She didn't care, rubbed her fingers and said: "Although you look very angry, you have no idea of ​​dealing with him at all, you just show your anger to me, right? After all, if you are really angry, the guy's body has been You're hanging at the top of Negrethe."

"No, I'm angry!"

Nikes put her hands on her hips: "His skeleton is still causing trouble!"

"Then just catch them...wait a minute, when you called me back, you asked me to help you chase this floating city, right?"

Buzina frowned slightly: "Is there anything special about it?"

She reached out her hand casually, and a piece of paper flew over automatically.

On the palm-sized parchment scroll, a moving image of a floating city passing by and scattering countless pieces of paper was still playing.

Although this kind of magic image is expensive, the advantage is that the recorded content is not compressed and has no distortion.

As Buzina touches it with her own perception, she can feel its speed immersively.

Then, her eyes finally changed.