At the beginning of the contact war......

Snow City, Auction House, VIP Room.

No matter what country it is, the VIP rooms of the auction houses are richly decorated, and the Snow City Auction House, which is a major place for gold absorption, is even better. The auction house is lit with a soul fire crystal lamp with adjustable brightness, and the light is quite dim at this time, in order to hide the posture and appearance of the VIPs, and a special glass that can only be seen from the inside is even more foolproof, so the high rollers are willing to sit in the VIP room, so as not to worry about the thieves. At this time, Sam Montgomery was reclining on the leather sofa, because the sofa was too soft, and the whole person was about to sink in. His eyelids were half-closed, like a dead pig. When the auctioneer offers a new item, he always opens his eyelids, holds up a sign if he is interested, and continues to lie down if he is not.

After getting an errand from Brian, Sam hurried to Snow City to take up his post. Although the official position of corpse procurement was too small to give full play to his talents, he gritted his teeth and took it in order to win everyone's approval. Of course, when he came, he also found something strange: no one sold corpses at all! There is not a single corpse ship, so what's the use of him for the corpse?

As a result, he devotes more time to the auction house. He carefully searched for all kinds of props suitable for the Necromantic King, and when His Majesty's class teacher returned to the court, he would offer them to please His Majesty. In his opinion, knowing how to guess the king's mind is also a kind of talent, as long as the horses are well shot, sooner or later there will be real power; What's more, His Majesty also has the identity of an adventurer, and he is much easier to talk than the traditional Necromantic King, and it will work to pat the horse! With this fighting spirit, he also found a few good things, and of course he spent money unjustly.

Just when Sam was interested in a delicate piece of jewelry, one of his subordinates gently pushed the door in, bowed, and said, "Lord Sam......"

"Is the fire of your soul blinded? Can't see I'm busy? He didn't even look at the other party, Sam held a cold tone, but there was a bit of majesty. He used to be in a high position, and one sentence decided the life and death of tens of millions of people, even if he was idle in the Dusk Empire, it would be uncomfortable not to put on official authority.

"Because there is an emergency, I have to disturb the adults." The subordinate bent his waist even lower and said, "The Graytail Brotherhood has got a lot of corpses, let me inform you......"

As soon as his soul force field flickered, Sam bounced up quickly, pulled him out of the emergency passage that was prepared in each VIP room, and then called a Skyweb Spider. On weekdays, Sam thinks that the Skyweb Spider is not generous enough, and he takes a carriage in and out, but now that the situation is urgent, he can't care about his identity, and he is anxious with his stomach, so he makes the spider run wildly all the way.

Arriving at the secret stronghold of the Graytail Brotherhood (by this time the Skyweb Spider was already dying), Sam straightened his clothes, brought a few more subordinates, and stepped through the door with great aura.

The secret stronghold of the werewolf is actually just like that, a small room, next to the casino opened by the blood elves, in which several big men in security uniforms sit or stand, and the most eye-catching is a reggae-headed man sitting on a chair with his elbows casually on the back of the chair. The reggaeton-headed man also wears a security uniform, but the buttons are not buttoned, and his chest hair is exposed, exuding a hot and wild nature. His name is Ethan Gren, known as the "villain", and he is the branch leader of the Graytail Brotherhood of the Dusk Empire. As soon as he saw Sam at this time, Ethan Glenn laughed and got up to greet him.

"Mr. Esengren......" Sam reserved his right hand, who knew that the other party stepped forward was a warm bear hug, and the hair on his chest was disgusting. He resisted the urge to tear off his shirt and throw it away, and said with a smile: "You have a lot of ways!" ”

"There's no way, the brothers are so poor that they can't live if they don't put in much effort." Esengren was also smiling, and it was not difficult to hear that he had something to say.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of being a little bit more windy...... Where did you get it from? Sam asked. He saw that the other party's face changed, so he breathed a sigh of relief and changed his title: "Of course I can't trust you, brother, but I have just taken office, and if something goes wrong, I can't explain it to Your Majesty." ”

"Ah, this ......"

Sam was a human being, and immediately said, "Go down and don't disturb me and Mr. Esengren." ”

The idlers were gone, and only Ethan and Sam were left in the house. At this time, Ethan Gren said: "We have a small business with a small business, which is not easy to talk about, but since Lord Sam asked, hehe, you also know that we have had some friction with Bigbower recently, right?" ”

Esengren asked rhetorically, although the connection was inexplicable, but Sam roughly understood. Bigbower and the Dusk Empire are fighting openly and covertly, and none of the corpse ships have come recently, most of which are instigated by Bigbower behind his back.

The werewolf continued: "Bigbowo's hand is not only harming us, but also many wholesalers. You know that corpses are different from other goods, they are already sensitive, and now that they are all in spring, there is no way to store them for too long, which makes the seller anxious. As soon as they discussed, they smuggled it to Snow City, and it was never registered at the port. You know, the harbor is full of people, and it would be bad if the people of Bigbower knew about it. ”

"I understand, I understand." When Sam heard this, his doubts dispelled. He kind of understood what Esengren was doing just now, it turned out to be smuggling! Needless to say, the Graytail Brotherhood will definitely make a lot of money on this trip, but he doesn't plan to cut off people's money, on the contrary, he has to get more money from the "Waiting City" so that he can win over the werewolves, after all, they have the only way to get the corpse at the moment.

After counting the bodies, Sam offered a price 10% higher than the original price, and Ethan Gren thanked him again and again. The two agreed to drink tonight, and Sam hurried to send the corpses to the Abomination Factory to add luster to his political achievements.

At the same time......

After the contact battle, some of the wounded pure white abominations flew back to the "City of Waiting" abomination factory, entered the second workshop, and waited for maintenance. Fermat, a necromancer who had arrived to take up the town, had a very bad face when he learned of the number of casualties. He has a very cheerful temperament, and he usually doesn't pull down his face, but pure white hates death and injuries that can't be repaired with "embryo body tissue fluid", and the supply of corpses has long been cut off.

The workers pressed the pure white abomination and used their knives to rip off the tissues charred by the light. Although the holy light will not infect the whole body in the Necromantic Paradise, it will also seriously affect the combat effectiveness, if it is not removed as soon as possible, all kinds of actions of the abomination will be disturbed, and it is nothing for individuals to fight guerrilla knockdowns, and group combat will definitely not be possible.

Just when the atmosphere was solemn, there was a sudden sound of people outside, and then the director of the factory rushed in and shouted: "Lord Fermat! A corpse has arrived! ”

Fermat perked up and rushed out, only to see a carload of corpses. The quality of the corpses is not good, and there are many missing arms and legs, and less than ten are complete, but now that the national crisis is at hand, Fermat does not care much, and immediately takes the lead in moving the corpses. Soon, all the bodies were sent to the first workshop, where they awaited dismemberment.

It was only then that Fermat was free to greet Sam Montgomery, who was leading the group. Although he usually looks down on this fat-headed and big-eared moth, the more he looks at it now, the more he feels that the other party is pleasing to the eye: "Ha, it's really yours, this time it will be a great help!" ”

Sam smiled quite proudly, he felt that as long as he completed this single task, he could be bitter, and just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden bang in the workshop, and thick smoke came out of the window!

Oops!

When Sam turned the thought around him, Fermat immediately shouted, "Don't move here!" "And he rushed into the smoke screen!

The first workshop was full of black smoke, and I didn't know what was mixed with the black smoke, but it actually filtered the soul wavelength, and the soul fire like Fermat was also greatly disturbed. The incident happened suddenly, and none of the workers dared to move with their saws, only Fermat shouted: "Close the gates!" "There are gates between the workshops, and if they don't put it down, the employees can pass normally, and once they are put down, the workshops will be divided independently.

"I can't turn it off, the switch is broken!" The foreman of the first workshop shouted.

Enraged, Fermat fumbled along the wall for the backup switch and quickly pressed it. Thankfully, the backup switch was fine, and the gate fell with a thud. At the same time, the foreman also found the switch of the ventilation system, and the blower operated at maximum power, which removed the smoke at once, so that the air returned to normal.

"What's going on?"

"Just now the corpse jumped up and set off a smoke bomb." The foreman hurried over and replied.

There are only two possibilities for a corpse to jump, the first is that it is infected by death and becomes a zombie, and the second is that the person is not dead at all. Even newborn zombies will not rashly cause trouble for their kind, so it can be seen that someone is pretending to be dead and infiltrating the Abomination Factory with bad intentions! Not to mention anything else, just by this seamless technique of playing dead, the smoke bomb to restrain the necromantic creatures, and the destruction of the gate switch at the first time, I know that the infiltrator is not small, I am afraid that it is only a foreign spy officer, or the top one!

After just a few words, a group of combat professionals rushed in, all summoned by Sam. Sam hid outside the door and pointed fingers, although he knew that the responsibility for the accident lay with him, but he would never joke with his eternal life, so he would never come forward.

The floodgates opened, and everyone poured into the second workshop, and found a mess, but no intruders were found. When I opened the third workshop again, I finally found the guy, but unfortunately the guy was really dead, and the holy smell was bubbling from his mouth and nose, and the body could not be used. What's worse is that the third workshop is responsible for purifying the soul fire, and those machines that can eliminate the spiritual imprint are all violently destroyed and can no longer be used. In other words, from now on, it is only ordinary abomination, not pure white abomination, which can get out of control at any time.

The factory director and several foremen all looked at Fermat in amazement.

"Brian is leaving his work behind at this time......" Fermat bared his teeth, raised his fist fiercely and waved: "How can a man fart lightly and continue to make hate!" They're just cannon fodder anyway, so it's okay to have some! ”

"My lord, it's 'giving up', not 'farting'......"