The undead army invades, and the desert dynasty begins to fight against this invasion. The new rebel regime that has replaced the Pirate King and is building the archipelago will also be involved in this war.
Yu Ling threw the surrendered pirates here as cannon fodder to fight the enemy. It can be regarded as eliminating the hidden dangers of rule.
After all, they couldn't take refuge in the undead. So you can throw it over with peace of mind and just supervise the team to watch.
Wu Hui has never liked this kind of troops with poor military discipline. But this was organized by Yu Ling and was used reluctantly.
If it weren't for the urgent need for combat power, he would definitely take these pirates to a public trial and build the people's awareness of obeying the law in the process.
But now they are actually being dragged over to fight, which is really a waste. Perhaps Yu Ling and Wu Hui still have very different ideas.
After all, she is a Spider, not a member of the Resistance. There is no Wu Hui's thinking of building order and mobilizing the people.
To put it simply, spiders are better suited for conspiracy. So Wu Hui can be a spy and intelligence officer, as well as a manager and ruler.
But she wasn't suitable. It would be good if the Desert Dynasty could maintain a balance of power. At least it won't be wiped out too quickly.
Wu Hui took a look and asked Mu Qingsu to stay here as the strong man responsible for killing the enemies, and then took Wang Diewu to the snowy field.
Snowfield is also one of the traders in this sea. A lot of industrial products are produced, and a large amount of food and fuel are purchased.
"Did you take me with you in the end? Sure enough, I am your favorite woman~" Wang Diewu seemed quite proud as she and Wu Hui set foot on the snow-covered world together.
"Not really, but it doesn't make much sense for you to stay there..." Wu Hui said: "We have less communication with Xueyuan. This negotiation will be more difficult. But by this time, the information devourer should have appeared. It's gone." Wang Diewu put one foot on Wu Hui: "Do you want to find a way to eliminate it?"
"If I had the power of the Salary King, I would be able to restrain it." Wu Hui said, "Although I don't have it now, I have learned how the three scientists imprisoned the information devourer." Although he has learned, Wu Hui Fai has forgotten a lot - most of his memories have been burned as fuel, and he only remembers a train of thought.
But it’s not a big problem, just find the three scientists and tell them your ideas.
Wang Diewu: "Then why are you taking me with you?"
"Because after the contact in the snowfield is completed, we have to go to another place." Wu Hui said: "Now we are just a little short of the tenth level. There are many channels to obtain marks or monster clues. Basically, you can say to wait for a while You can go up steadily.”
"Then, we should challenge the eleventh-level seal beast." This time, it only took them more than a year to directly upgrade to the eleventh level. It can only be said that the upgrade is indeed much faster with experience.
The steampunk machinery in Snowfield is still very promising commercially. They also need food and fuel from the south, as well as various industrial raw materials.
This was once a refuge built by human civilization to deal with the seal beasts. But just like the mobile island, after a long time, it doesn’t have much to do with the beginning.
The political system changed twice. In fact, unless a political system that governs a relatively large area has been on the path of expansion, it will be a long time to survive two hundred years without major internal or external changes.
On average, it is estimated to be several decades. The snowfield has now become a league of steam cities. Relatively loose and city-state-like.
However, small camps basically do not have the ability to survive in the snowfield for a long time. Steam City and Mobile Island were originally designed as shelters, and the shelters must be relatively independent of each other.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if one shelter had a problem and all the others had problems? Now, there is no refuge.
The first year after a disaster occurs is a disaster, and the first hundred years after a disaster occurs is a phenomenon and common sense. While Wu Hui was looking for someone, Yu Ling was using his appearance to direct the coalition forces to fight the undead.
It has to be said that at least in terms of military command, Yu Ling is weaker than Wu Hui, but she relies on her mental ability and various intelligence sources to make the troops' movements more accurate, so she does a pretty good job.
Zhang Danfang and Mu Qingsu were both commanded by Yu Ling, but there were differences between them. Zhang Danfang brought the rainforest tribe as support. To put it simply, he was a general who was commanded by the marshal but acted alone.
As for Mu Qingsu, he was just a thug. By selecting a large number of marks here to prepare potions, the three of them should reach level ten earlier than Wu Hui.
In addition, Zhang Danfang said that she also had a lot of things going on there. The God of Evolution in the center of the rainforest was moving, and she was busy trying to plunder its power to prevent it from breaking through the seal and leaving.
On the ocean, the devouring fog is also spreading. It has to be said that although Wu Hui and the others were already moving very quickly, the situation would worsen even faster.
"Fortunately, all the Gods of Thousand Touches are almost dead." Yu Ling said in exactly the same tone as Wu Hui.
Now we don't need those marks, and we have a large number of subordinates. We can directly send people to deal with small and medium-sized tentacles.
When Wu Hui and Wang Diewu went north, they killed another level ten and several level nine.
I believe that the God of Thousand Touches will really die soon. But so far I have only killed some tentacles, what about the main body?
Which mezzanine space are you hiding in and extending your tentacles? Things are very bad for humanity. After spending two days talking to someone in the snowy field, Wu Hui took Wang Diewu to a wilderness.
Same as snowfields, rainforests, and deserts. This is also the wilderness he visited and lived here for more than two hundred days.
There are many strange and strange seal beasts living on the earth. The earth itself is a sleeping dragon. The twelfth-level seal beast, the all-seeing dragon.
On the dragon's back, there lives a bunch of chaotic dragons. They start at level 6 or 7 as a child, start at level 8 as an adult, and have several dragons at level 9 or 10.
Together they form the rulers of the Dragon Clan. Now, Wu Hui came to persuade these rulers to help. It is difficult for humans alone to survive in this world.
But they can form alliances with many seal beasts. Just like those super giant sea beasts signed by Mobile Island.
"You two are a little different. You seem to be very powerful humans." A level 10 blue-skinned dragon flew down in front of Wu Hui and Wang Diewu: "What are you doing here?"
"What we bring is sincerity." Wu Hui took out a few pictures: "The troops of the Undead Army have already approached your territory. If the Desert Dynasty cannot hold on, the Holy Mountain will be disturbed. There will be no peace between humans and dragons in two hundred years. We don't have the ability to conflict. But the undead are different." The blue dragon stared at the map he took out, and suddenly roared, calling the other two level ten dragons over.
