The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1006

Chapter 1006: Chapter 803, Assassinating the Prince? How come I don't know about it? Chapter 1006: Chapter 803, Assassinating the Prince? How come I don't know about it? Wu Heng instantly understood the other party's intention.

Hartel's offer to keep him company was brought up the last time they were in Lundham City.

Only, Wu Heng had been in a hurry to return, so he mentioned it briefly during their conversation.

Seeing Wu Heng not speaking,

Wen Mansha smiled and said, “Hartel, aren't you hot?”

Hartel nodded slightly, her coat buttons undone one by one, revealing pale, smooth skin as the lapels parted.

Then the coat slipped off, and Hartel stood before them in a boldly striking set of underwear.

A black corset hugged her skin softly, contouring her slender waistline.

Her proud breasts were lifted high, with dazzling rhinestones hanging at the tips, sparkling brilliantly under the light.

Her bottom half was still covered with simple fabric, her legs bound with black ribbons.

Hartel looked down, like a shy yet enchanting kitty.

Wen Mansha watched her while also observing Wu Heng, a smile in her eyes, she whispered, “Don't take off the glasses; your master likes you with them on.”

Hartel, who was about to remove her glasses, put them back on and stood still.

“Walk around, let your master take a good look.”

Hartel remained in place, slowly turning around; the rhinestones on her swayed slightly.

Wen Mansha asked with a smile, “Master, do you like it?”

Without waiting for Wu Heng's response, Wen Mansha suddenly said as if realizing something, “It seems you like it very much.”

“You're such a tease!” Wu Heng patted her waist.

Wen Mansha kept her smile, lifting the thin blanket from their bodies and carefully straddling his midsection.

Glancing at Hartel, who still stood motionless, she said softly, “Hartel, come and give me some support.”

“Yes, madam,” Hartel replied, steadying Wen Mansha's shoulders from behind.

Wu Heng glanced at Hartel and reached past Wen Mansha in front of him, gently touching her shoulder, collarbone, and flicking the swinging rhinestone with his index finger.

Hartel's body shivered, her face turning even redder.

Wu Heng continued to touch her cheek, and Hartel leaned her head against his palm, her eyes soft and stirring.

Then she took two of his fingers into her mouth.

“Huff~! I'm so tired, Hartel, hold me a bit,” Wen Mansha sighed heavily, leaning back into Hartel's arms.

Hartel laughed, “Take your time, madam, the night is still long.”

“Mm,” Wen Mansha hummed, then turned her head to ask, “Compared to your husband, how does the master's body compare?”

Hartel sneaked a glance and said, “Madam is fortunate.”

Nilar City.

The night fell like thick ink, heavily enveloping the entire mansion.

Several bright torches flickered on the walls, straining to cast small haloes of light.

“His Highness has ordered another conscription, I feel we won't have peace for many days,” a soldier said softly, leaning against the wall.

His companion nodded, “Indeed, it's just unknown whether we'll fight against Lundham City or the Royal City.”

“I hope it's against those skeletons. With the Royal City, there might be former comrades.”

“If there's no internal chaos, those damned skeletons aren't really a threat.”

They whispered among themselves when suddenly one of them looked toward the base of the city wall, his brow furrowing, “Who's there?”

Whoosh~!

In the next second, the figure in his line of sight turned into a rolling mass of grey mist, charging toward the wall.

The Guard Team on the city wall noticed the anomaly, and before the alarm was sounded, one of them drew his sword and slashed at the mist.

The mist was cut instantly but then reconverged, forming a tall woman on the ramparts.

“Damn, shoot arrows!” the Guard Captain shouted.

“Not knowing life from death,” the woman sneered, exhaling a large cloud of grey mist that instantly turned into a flock of hawk-like beasts, pouncing toward everyone in front of her.

Battle cries rose, and more shadows leapt onto the walls from the outside, landing silently.

“Did we find the Second Prince's trail?” one asked.

A figure cloaked in black tightened the grip on their staff and said, “We haven't found the target. Charge towards the central mansion, and we'll naturally find him.”

“That's a plan,” the leading man laughed in agreement and ordered, “Charge in.”

The rest surged past the guards entangled with the mist, spreading out fan-like, heading into the mansion like hungry leopards.

“To death! Kill all these enemies,” suddenly, a roar came from inside the mansion.

More torches lit up, and the Guard Team emerged from all directions, arrows shot out like torrential rain, and Swords and Blades flashed with a cold gleam.

The two sides instantly clashed, with the sounds of impact and roars echoing through the night sky.

Then more figures emerged from the mansion, charging directly at the black-clothed intruders.

The fight became even fiercer in an instant.

Early morning, dining room.

Wu Heng sat at the dining table, eating simply.

He said, “Wen Mansha, I'll be leaving today. You stay here and wait for my notification.”

Wen Mansha frowned, “Stay a few more days, master. It would be good for Hartel to serve you some more.”

At the dining table.

After eating simply.

Wu Heng said, “Wen Mansha, you keep staying here. I'll be leaving soon, and I'll notify you if there are any results.”

Wen Mansha's brow lifted, “Stay a few more days, master. It'll be good for Hartel and me to serve you more.”

Hartel, still upright beside them, glanced carefully towards Wu Heng.

“It's not time to enjoy ourselves yet. Let's deal with the serious business first!” Wu Heng said.

Wen Mansha pondered, “Are you going to deal with the Second Prince?”

“Let's see first; it's not yet certain whether I'll intervene.”

Wen Mansha's eyes showed concern, and Hartel also looked over with surprise.

Even as the Second Prince, he is one who could occupy half the Kingdom's land–not so easy to kill.

“Could it be somewhat dangerous?” Wen Mansha asked cautiously.

“If it were dangerous, I wouldn't make a move. Don't worry,” Wu Heng said.

Wen Mansha nodded, believing in Wu Heng, yet still said, “Don't take any risks. Even if he doesn't die, we can win in a direct battle.”

“I know.” Wu Heng smiled and nodded, then continued, “Kerim, you stay behind to protect Wen Mansha.”

Kerim, who had a hand on his sword hilt, directly moved to stand behind Wen Mansha.

Wen Mansha looked a bit puzzled, “Master, there's no need to worry about me here, Kerim should stay by your side to protect you.”

“I have a new skeleton attendant. Kerim is Level 17, and his weapon is the Evil Sword. Whatever you do outside, let him protect you,” Wu Heng said.

Seeing him serious, Wen Mansha could only nod, “Okay, I'll follow the Master's arrangement.”

After dinner, Wu Heng continued to instruct the two of them briefly.

He didn't linger and left the fortress.

In a deserted area in the wilderness, he put on the Train Captain's Hat and boarded the train.

Outside Nilar City.

The train appeared, and Wu Heng stepped off it calmly.

Looking around, he saw the city in the distance.

According to intelligence, it was the location of the Second Prince.

With a thought, he released all three ghosts.

They floated mid-air.

Glenda flew into the sky and glanced towards the city, “It seems we are at the city where the Second Prince resides. Quite a few of the people guarding the walls and gates are high-level professionals.”

Wearing a mask and changing into the appearance of a fisherman, Wu Heng asked, “What level are they?”

“Level 10, interspersed with quite a few Level 15s,” Glenda continued.

Wu Heng's brow furrowed. Using these people to guard the city wall?

The treatment really is different.

“Let's go, we'll sneak into the city and see,” Wu Heng said as he walked down towards the city.

The three ghosts concealed their forms and quietly followed.

Approaching the city gate, Wu Heng felt something was amiss.

There was a checkpoint established some distance from the gate, and guards were conducting thorough searches.

People had formed a long, thin queue; many were complaining in a low voice.

“Wu Heng, the guards are searching everyone, checking pockets and packs. They seem to be looking for storage items too,”

Bella flew back and spoke.

Do they know I'm coming?

Such meticulous checks.

“Do you know why?” Wu Heng asked quietly.

Bella said, “It seems something happened in the city, they are apprehending an escapee.”

There's trouble in the city, but that has nothing to do with me.

Xiao Xiao asked, “Uncle, shall we just storm in?”

“Let's observe the situation first.” Wu Heng glanced around, changed direction and headed towards a wooded area to the side, then said, “Bella, go find a corner in the city. Something spacious.”

“Okay!” Bella replied and quickly flew off.

In a short while, she flew back swiftly.

She went into his body, sharing the image of the path and open space she had found.

Through the shared image, Wu Heng saw the route Bella had taken and the location of the open space.

He cast the Teleportation Technique, and as the array took shape, his body disappeared from sight.

His vision returned, and he found himself at the location Bella had chosen.

The three ghosts followed, flying in from the outside.

“Wow, we can use it like this!” Xiao Xiao exclaimed.

“It just came to me,” said Wu Heng with a smile, then added, “Glenda, Bella, go scout the situation in the city. Where are the troops, the high-level professionals? Xiao Xiao, stay with me; if there's danger, warn me in advance.”

“Okay,” the three ghosts complied and started preparing.

Wu Heng walked out of the alley and merged with the crowd.

All along the way, there were Guard Teams patrolling the streets, questioning those who looked suspicious.

Wu Heng, alone with an honest face and wearing plain clothes, was frequently ignored by passersby who were questioned and was merely signalled by the guards to quickly move on.

After some time, Wu Heng entered a tavern and sat down at an empty seat in the corner.

“What would you like to drink, sir?”

“A glass of wine, bread, and vegetable soup, please.”

“Right away, sir.”

Wu Heng sat at the table and waited; soon, his meal was served.

Eating casually, guests gradually took their seats at the neighboring table.

One said, “Last night, Lundham City attacked the Prince's mansion.”

“I heard about it too, the city's military mobilization was massive.”

“What happened in the end?”

“What else could happen? The Prince surely had high-level professionals by his side, they fended them off, right? The citywide search now, it's for those people.”

“Damn necromancers.”

Wu Heng listened, and his hand tearing the bread paused.

The city was under martial law, and the search was thorough–are they capturing people from Lundham City?

And they raided the Prince Mansion?

Damn!

Who said that?