Where Is the Second Prince?

Several tamed beasts on the roof of the Association building watched the approaching figures.

Wu Heng stopped at the entrance.

Xiaoxiao's voice came to his ear. "Uncle, there are a lot of people inside. The ones near the door are the Association guards, and quite a few of them are holding heavy crossbows. The people farther inside should be merchants. They look pretty wealthy."

Quite a few people had indeed taken shelter in the Association.

Generally speaking, riots in a city would not spread to the Association.

The Association itself had some combat capability, and there was also the accountability of the Association Headquarters.

Drawing the attention of the Association Headquarters was not a good thing.

"What level is the highest-level person inside?" Wu Heng asked.

"Level 14," Xiaoxiao said softly.

"Mm, got it." Wu Heng glanced at the skeleton beside him. "Go knock."

The skeleton stepped forward, raised its fist, and knocked twice on the main gate.

Wu Heng called inside, "The battle is over."

There was silence inside for several seconds before a low, stern voice answered, "The Association does not participate in struggles for power. You may handle matters yourselves."

It was also a declaration of their stance.

It meant they had nothing to do with the fortress. No matter which side won, the Association would not interfere.

It seemed the other side was still rather nervous.

After all, this was a Necromantic Army. It would not be strange if they really killed everyone in the Association as well.

Wu Heng said, "Come out and talk. I can guarantee that you will not be threatened. Besides, you cannot stay locked inside forever."

The building fell silent again.

Now that the undead had taken the city, could they hide inside for the rest of their lives?

They might