"What is this?" Fang Heng was curious.
Ku Nuo explained patiently, "It's a leaf from a tree called the dragon-spine fir tree. The smoke produced from burning them is quite effective against dragon mosquitoes. The dragon mosquitoes hate the smell, and they will be affected after inhaling large amounts of the smoke too. That way, if the dragon mosquitoes cross the river, we have a way to counter them."
Fang Heng nodded and picked up a few dragon-spine fir leaves from the ground, putting them into his backpack. He then continued to stand by and watch.
Soon, Ma Xiaowan arrived with the troops of the various mercenary groups.
Seeing the mosquito-surrounded tyrant Fusion forms on the other side of the river as well as the ravaging ghouls, the higher-ups of the major mercenary groups were surprised.
Flesh puppets? Ghouls?
Why were these undead creatures not afraid of death?
Was it the work of the two necromancy mages?
