Chapter 675: Chapter 547, 4 fighter jets escort Chapter 675: Chapter 547, 4 fighter jets escort Three flying dragons had gone from dead to severely wounded.
The ones that had been so hard to kill were now revived.
“Tie them up tightly,” Wu Heng ordered, turning to the ghost beside him to explain, “Let's take them back first and see. We'll decide later whether to keep them for ourselves or use them for some experiments.”
“Fine, as long as you've decided,” Glenda said.
Xiao Xiao no longer focused on this place but flew straight towards the cargo ships on the shore.
The skeleton tied up the severely wounded flying dragons with another couple of loops of rope.
Wu Heng opened the 'Mansion Skill,' let the skeletons drag the severely injured flying dragons into it, and threw them into a corner.
Mansion Skill closed.
Wu Heng continued to focus his gaze on the other ordinary human corpses.
According to Xi Ligui's guesses, these people were all from the dragon trafficking team, but their purpose for coming here and why they plundered the ships were still not entirely clear.
He randomly selected a corpse and cast [Communicate with the dead].
The corpse suddenly sat up, its turbid eyes gazing this way.
Wu Heng directly asked, “What was the purpose of your visit here?”
The corpse replied, “Come to the Emerald Sea, to sell some trained flying dragons to the pirates.”
It was indeed as Xi Ligui had guessed.
The dragon trafficking team had come to sell flying dragons.
Wu Heng continued to ask, “Why did you plunder merchant ships?”
The corpse answered, “With the pirates gone, this order couldn't be completed, so we thought to seize some goods to make up for this loss.”
With this query, the situation had become quite clear.
These guys couldn't find the pirates, and not wanting to return empty-handed, started to attack the merchants on the trade routes.
With over forty flying dragons and a leader of level 15, the trade route's merchant fleets really didn't have any chance to fight back.
They were simply unfortunate.
The small island they chose to stay on had been recorded by the 'Phantom Train.'
There were three questions left.
Wu Heng pondered and asked, “Did you breed these flying dragons yourselves?”
“Yes, flying dragons raised and trained from a young age will obey their master's commands.”
Wu Heng stroked his chin and nodded.
He hadn't checked the genders of the dragons he just rescued and wasn't sure if he could sustainably breed them on his side.
Wu Heng then asked, “Where do you live?”
The corpse replied, “Casar City, beyond the Emerald Sea.”
The last question.
“If you're dead, is there any way others can find you?”
The corpse paused and said, “They probably can't. There are several dragon trafficking teams; some have disappeared before. People will roughly inquire, but if there's no news, they'll leave it.”
After answering five questions.
The corpse lay back down flat.
“Wrap up the flying dragon corpses and gather all the broken items nearby,” Wu Heng commanded.
The skeletons moved, wrapping the flying dragons in the grass mats that had been taken out, gathering all the broken, scattered tents and miscellaneous items nearby.
Wu Heng first put all the dragon corpses into the Space Ring.
Then he began to cast [Battleground of Remains].
A grey-white circle of light spread out, flesh fell off, and one skeleton after another slowly stood up from the ground.
The transformation of the bodies was complete.
Wu Heng cast [Grease Skill] on the nearby pile of debris, then continued with [Fireball Technique].
He lit it on fire.
A large fire blazed, heating up the surroundings.
After the fire was extinguished, only ashes remained on the ground.
Wu Heng then led the skeletons to inspect the ships moored on the shore.
These ships were quite different from pirate ships; they were dirty, and a sour stench wafted through them.
“There's nothing, they're so poor,” Xiao Xiao flew back, disdainful.
“These dragon corpses and ships, even so, the haul is not bad,” Wu Heng stated.
“They're not worth much money; these people are even worse than pirates!” Xiao Xiao said with dissatisfaction on her face.
“Next time, we'll have a chance to catch some pirates.”
Wu Heng then reassigned tasks to the skeletons and sent them to the remaining ships.
Once everything was ready.
He ordered them to begin the return voyage.
The next day at noon.
Five ships were docked at the association's private port. After speaking briefly with the ship manager, they took a carriage toward the association.
At this time, the association's hall was packed with people.
Looking at the notice board, some were discussing forming their own mercenary squads.
Wu Heng proceeded to the Steward's Office, knocked gently on the door, and entered.
Inside the room, the assistant Shi Yali was sorting through documents.
Seeing Wu Heng come in, a smile immediately appeared on her face.
“Island Master, thank you for saving me last time,” she said.
“Are you healed? You should rest more at home,” Wu Heng said.
Being rescued from death was no ordinary injury.
Even in a world where elixirs had special effects, healing wasn't that easy.
“I won't be doing any heavy work. Coming here also lets me spend time with Xi Ligui,” Shi Yali said softly.
Wu Heng nodded and then asked, “Where's Xi Ligui?”
“She went out, probably coming back soon. Please wait a moment,” Shi Yali brought over some tea and then sat down beside him.
She kept him company chatting.
First, she inquired about his family, and then why he hadn't married at his age as a human, and how he embarked on the path of a Necromancer, and his future plans.
Wu Heng began to sweat on his forehead from the questioning.
It felt like being cornered by a village gossip wanting to collect juicy information in the modern world.
Just as he was thinking of finding an excuse to leave.
The door was pushed open again; Xi Ligui came in with a flurry.
As soon as she stepped into the room, her gaze fell on Wu Heng, “Why haven't you left yet?”
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