When the Fishmen began landing, Liu Zhi also received news of their invasion.
When he heard the news, Liu Zhi had just returned to the Nether Palace and met a hero.
As soon as he heard, Liu Zhi jumped to his feet. He had no time to get acquainted with the hero; he recruited him on the spot and hurried to return to the island.
Just then, the hero stood up instead.
"My lord, perhaps I can help you."
Liu Zhi looked at the hero, who met his gaze.
It was plain that he was an Elf hero—or rather, that he had been an Elf Ranger in life.
Now he was a proper undead, though he still looked like an Elf, save for his somewhat ashen-gray skin.
He seemed to be a fairly ordinary hero.
When Liu Zhi had first seen him, he hadn't thought much of him. He was only a level 5 hero, so Liu Zhi had figured he would talk with him first.
Liu Zhi was simply busy for the moment. It wasn't as if he intended to ignore the hero.
But now the hero had stepped forward on his own, which naturally piqued Liu Zhi's curiosity.
He took another look at the hero before him and noticed that he seemed to have some decent equipment.
The armor and longsword he carried were clearly no ordinary items.
The armor seemed fairly unremarkable, in the distinctive style of the Elves. But the longsword in his hand was interesting: water kept dripping from it.
It was clear that the water was generated by the sword itself.
Liu Zhi's eyes lit up. The hero said, "I believe I can help you face the enemy."
Only then did Liu Zhi realize that what he needed wasn't just an ordinary hero. Could