The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 961: The Corpse Change

　　Heer Neuson is an eastern city near the sea, belonging to the Ampera County of the Horngolat Empire-not so much a seaside, in fact half of this city is built on the sea, usually used as a port .

　　 The architectural style of Helnossen is very peculiar. Many houses look like enlarged conch or shells. Although they are strange, they look quite beautiful.

　　The reason is very simple, not because the inhabitants of Hernossen have different aesthetics from inland, but because the original builders of this city were not humans, but sea people.

　　In the era of the Great Migration, the natives of the Eastern Plains, such as kobolds, gray dwarves, and many sub-races, were expelled, annexed, or enslaved by humans, and even worse, they were not far from extinction.

　　The Hai Clan was also one of the victims.

After 　　 invaded Hernoson, the Sea Clan lost their last stronghold on land. Later, they tried to attack human merchant ships in the sea, and achieved a lot of results in a certain period of time, until Horn Gorad The empire sent more than a dozen high-level magicians to plough the coastal waters.

　　 For a whole month, the coastal waters were full of marine corpses. Every day, dense carnivorous fish could be seen coming along with the smell of blood, devouring so many corpses that could almost cover the coastal waters.

　　 After knowing that something could not be done, the king of the sea clan at that time took the surviving sea clan far away into the deep sea, and the route of human beings in the sea settled down. Although occasionally he would still be robbed by the sea clan, it was better than From the beginning, it can only be regarded as a disease of scabies.

　　 As a well-known port city, Hernossen has an excellent geographical location and has become a hub for several hot air routes after its expansion. It is logical to become rich.

　　 The daily throughput of several ports in the city is extremely amazing. In this city half of which is built on the sea, commercial taxes alone account for nearly 20% of the income of Horngolat. In other words, Hernoson is undoubtedly an important source of income, just like an inexhaustible gold mine.

　　 It’s just that things seem to be wrong today.

　　The old boatman who was in charge of guiding the boat frowned and looked at the ship wading through the huge gate and slowly entering the city's harbor.

　　 The brig with the ‘silver banner’ written in paint on the bow seems to have just experienced a violent typhoon. Just looking at it gives people a sense of dilapidation and embarrassment.

　　 The original two-mast ship, the middle mast has been broken at this time, and half of the mast is bleakly erected in the center of the ship. It is only guided by the broken sails hung from the rear mast. The uppermost layer of the cabin seems to have been completely lifted by the typhoon, and the cabin that exposed the hull can now only be described as ruins.

　　 The hull was in dilapidated condition, covered with scars after being attacked by some kind of weapon, and sea water was still flowing out of many caves. To be honest, it was a miracle that the ship could safely return to Helnossen.

　　 It seems that there are no professional navigators on the ship, and even the number of sailors is insufficient. After finally sailing into the harbor of Hernoson, there is still no room for berth, and finally hit the pier severely. The entire bow of the ship was smashed, and the ship finally ended its life.

　　 Several veteran shipmen in Helnorson worked hard for a long time before putting the wooden frame as a bridge on the deck of the silver signal.

　　 After a while, a few people in ragged clothes staggered out of it.

　　 One of them was wearing a captain's suit with a dish-colored beard, although he looked tired, but he pulled up a boatman by the collar full of anger, and snarled at him: "Take me to see the lord of the city, and it will be a little later. It's too late!"

　　The old boatmen looked at each other a little tricky.

　　 Although the city lord of Helnussen is fairly good-natured, he is not as domineering as ordinary nobles to the residents of the city, and he has a good reputation in the city, but it is not easy to see you just want to see it.

　　 "I have something very important." Maybe he realized that his tone was not very good, and his beard tried to calm himself down. He let go of his hand and said in a very serious tone: "I have something very important to tell Lord City Lord, if you fail to inform in time, maybe the whole of Helnussen will be burned! Do you take this responsibility?"

　　"This gentleman has an extraordinary temperament, and he is not an ordinary Caspian (Caspian refers to the offshore area without sea people. Climbing into the Caspian Sea is a common saying for sailors, similar to running rivers and lakes. Not a Caspian, meaning is The ocean-going route that the other party takes requires extraordinary courage and skill and a considerable degree of luck, but those who have gone ocean-going will be more respected in this industry),” an old boatman probably realized that the other party was not alarmist. He lowered his face and asked, "I don't know if I have the honor to hear your name?"

　　 "I am Jenold, the president of the Silver Banner of the Chamber of Commerce of the "Silver Hand" of the Great Mercenary Corps. There should also be a branch of the Silver Hand in Hernoson. You can ask them to verify my identity."

　　 Bearded and said in a deep voice: "But it's still the same sentence, move fast, otherwise it's too late!"

　　——in half an hour——

　　 "You mean, you found the Dragon Island overseas?"

　　 The city lord of Helnorson put his chin on his hands and asked.

　　 "That's right, we landed and watched it." Xenod replied respectfully.

　　 "This is not news... Actually, I saw a lot of merchant ships on that drifting island~ IndoMTL.com~ especially ocean routes." The city lord shrugged, his expression calm.

　　 "I know. I grew up listening to the legend of Dragon Island."

　　Jenod's face is still very ugly: "But the problem is...the dragons on Dragon Island are dead."

　　The Santos of Helnossen shook his hand and almost knocked over the coffee cup placed aside.

　　 "What did you say?! Are you sure what you said is true?"

　　"Sorry, my crew and I only saw the corpse of a dragon... That guy’s dragon crystal was still placed under our cabin. The news that the dragon on the island was completely destroyed is that another fleet survived on Dragon Island. The person told us."

　　 Genold's face changed, and finally he said truthfully.

　　"A survivor of another fleet?"

　　 "Yes, we ran into him on the edge of Dragon Island. He was very embarrassed when he was on the run..."

　　"Wait," the city lord raised his hand and interrupted Jenoord. He took a sip of coffee and continued to ask: "Since the dragons of Dragon Island are already dead, why does that guy want to flee? What? At this time, it’s not like taking advantage of the heat... Well, I mean it’s normal to take advantage of the opportunity to collect precious materials from the dragon’s corpse?"

　　 "This is why I came to see you--" Jenod's face became even worse: "The dragon corpse on the island has undergone corpse transformation. There are probably hundreds of dragons, zombies, and corruption. Giant dragons and bone dragons are flying towards here."

　　 Hearing this, the lord of Hernoson lost his blood all at once. The exquisite coffee cup that he had only managed to escape was finally unable to escape bad luck. He was thrown to the ground by a miss After the crisp sound, it turned into a pile of fragments. R1152