It turns out that the dead also shed tears.

I've never shed a tear since I became the undead. On the one hand, I think that since I have changed from an elf who loves all things in the world to an undead soul whose heart is dead, and since the heart is dead, how can I shed any tears?

It's time to tell my story.

Thousands of years ago, I wasn't the only one to break away from my original race and become undead. With me at the time was a dwarf, a human, and another elf. At the time, we were one of the most adventurous adventurers in the world. Although the territory of the Elven Empire at that time was vast enough, and the relationship with the surrounding races was not as dominant as all the other races in the world now, on the contrary, we regarded any other race as our friends at that time. As for the fact that the elves favored humans later, it was a long time later. At that time, there were not so many species on this continent, and at that time, there were no outcasts living on the Wanderer's Hill, and although the orcs in the north were eyeing the territory of our elven empire, they were forced by our great strength to watch us become the masters of this world. And as for the barbarians, they do not exist. There is a theory that the barbarians were born as a result of hybridization with the predecessors of the exiles and the orcs. I'm not interested in knowing about this. However, the dwarves were quite active at the time, not at all like they are now cowering in a small mountain bag.

So, even though our empire occupies the vast majority of this world, there are still many things that we don't know.

I was very young at the time, and I had just had a coming-of-age ceremony not long ago. Because I felt that life was extremely boring at that time, I quietly left my family and came to the second largest city in the Elven Empire and joined a team of adventurers.

Now, I don't know if I regret leaving my clan without permission, because if I hadn't left my clan, I wouldn't have met the rest of the adventurer's squad and joined them. If I hadn't joined them, I wouldn't have quietly witnessed the formation of a new race. If it weren't for the fact that they had just watched this new race just be born and were about to perish, they would have joined them on a whim with their own companions, and they would not have been used as propaganda by beings with ulterior motives, thus attracting more people of all races to join this new race. You know, but the Elven Empire is on the verge of weakening, and if I hadn't left, the other Elves might not have the slightest interest in this nascent race and join them like I did. In this case, perhaps there will be a wise elf who can see the evil hidden in the heart of this human and banish them. In this way, perhaps we will continue to prosper instead of being divided into numerous small tribes that are not connected and eventually exterminated by the apostles.

I don't know if this was narcissism or something else, because I believe that if our empire hadn't fallen at that time, there would have been absolutely no way for these apostles to invade this world. Because I believe that the energy of the elves, although they will not master the so-called magic as quickly as these humans now, of course, it is actually the life energy that we have been using, but we have a much stronger body and peerless archery skills than humans. It's ridiculous to say that at that time, I was just one of all the elves with mediocre archery. But now he has become the most powerful archery in the entire elf clan. I know that Hill is also very good, but she is not mature enough right now.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel bitter in my heart. I'm not an elf anymore, I'm an undead. Therefore, the elf named Hill is truly the last in the world and the most powerful archery in this world. And I'm just a walking corpse.

At the beginning of our team of adventurers, we had a tacit understanding that was different from everyone else. And it is this tacit understanding that makes us the most powerful team of adventurers in the Elven Empire and even in the entire world. We had a purpose at that time, that we would never harm the lives of any intelligent race, and of course, if our target was the wanted evil-ridden beings, then we would be happy to do the right thing for heaven.

It can be said that although our team is very small, there were only four of us from the beginning to the end. But we have received hundreds of tasks, large and small, but we have completed all the tasks perfectly, except for a few tasks that are against our will. All the way to the last task we took on.

Ironically, that mission was not intended to take us on. Because at the time, this mission was tantamount to a massacre. While the reward was generous enough for our team, it came at the cost of killing an entire race that had only been born for a long time.

As an elf, I should have been disgusted by such a task, but when I saw the introduction of this new race in the bounty list, I simply learned that this race was not strictly a new race, but a group of human slaves who had been sacrificed and suddenly resurrected at a coincidental time because of something really unreasonable. And they who have just been resurrected obviously did not bring their sanity with them, so as soon as they were resurrected, they began to slaughter any living beings and absorb some living beings to become a member of their race. And this process of change is too cruel, that is, this new race called the undead, after selecting suitable creatures to join them, first kill them and throw them into a naturally formed strange pool of blood, and then wait for a full year before coming out of the façade of the pool of blood is not the previous dead, but an undead who will never betray. And more importantly, in fact, these undead races have begun to take shape decades ago, but the Elven Empire at that time did not have any restrictions on this undead race, because they felt that this was a very weak and nascent race. In fact, until we took over this task, the elves did not have any public dissatisfaction with the nascent race.

Of course, although the empire is not dissatisfied with this, it does not mean that the mercenary union thinks that this is a good race, but because of the characteristics of the undead, all adventurer teams that have the strength to receive the eradication of the undead are proud to be able to kill the undead. In this way, the undead clan has not been on the verge of gradual extinction for a long time, and the task I took on was the most authoritative task at that time, because according to the intelligence, our target should already be the last undead in this world.

Another of our elven companions is an excellent tracker and hunter. With her presence, we easily found the hideout of this last group of undead. But after discovering the true face of these undead, I realized that the descriptions we had seen before were actually fake.

"Jamena, are you sure we're looking at our target?" My companion looked so hesitant that we were already in a good position to ambush, but she didn't have the slightest intention of making a move. Of course, not only that, but I didn't do anything, because the undead in front of me looked so pitiful.

Even more compassionate than we are is our fellow human who stepped out of our lurking ground and into front of them. "You're the undead?"

A gray-skinned undead looked back at his fellow humans, looking terrified, and hurriedly told the rest of their kind to flee in standard human language, while at the same time a team of about ten people spontaneously stood up and pointed their weapons at us: "Why do you have to drive us to death? There are only so many of us left now, why don't you let us go!" You are the cause of us to be the way we are, so why do you want to extinguish our last illusion?"

"I don't know, I don't know. I thought you were evil. ”

The scene in front of me was unbelievable, because these undead seemed to be so pitiful. There were only about fifty or sixty of these undead, and each one of them was dressed in rags. Each of the ten undead who spontaneously stayed behind had a resolute and sad look in his eyes. But compared to the most ordinary elves, they are very cowardly, and their bodies are full of scars. Before that, the human companions had always thought that the undead were an evil race, but they did not expect them to be what they are now.

"We are not evil!" one of the undead soldiers looked at us angrily, but the weapon he was pointing at us was a wooden stick that had only been sharpened, "We are guilty, but it is because you, you humans, have sacrificed us for that terrible sacrifice and dumped us on the façade of those pools of blood that we are what we are!" We've killed people and recruited new members, but that's been decades ago, and those new members haven't persevered, so we haven't killed people for a long time, why are you still not letting us go when we're hiding?"

"We thought you were evil. "The human companion glanced back at our hiding place, his eyes full of confusion, as if to say to us, such a mission, are we still going to take it?

No, we can't continue with this task. My elven companion and I were the first to emerge from the grass, and the dwarf snorted unwillingly and came out scolding. And he threw away his weapon, and instead carried a large piece of meat.

He wrapped the meat in a cloth and threw it on the ground near the undead, and said heavily, "This is the roast venison of our dwarven clan, and it is delicious." How long has it been since you eaten?"

The sturdy undead licked his dry lips with his tongue, but still refused: "No, we undead don't eat, and besides, who knows if you are lying to us." ”

"Damn!" the dwarf companion cursed, trying to draw his short knife, but he stopped, he walked up to the cloth bag, picked up the venison, and took a big bite without hesitation: "See clearly, we are dwarves! We dwarves would never do such a dirty thing!"

The dwarven companions did this to reassure the undead. Although they no longer feel hungry, only food can replenish their energy. This rule applies to all things in the world, even the undead. In this way, the tension was completely alleviated by a piece of fine dwarven's roasted venison. In the ensuing chat, we learned a little bit about the undead really about.

At least there's something on the bounty list that says it right, and that's that the undead do go around killing the living after they are born and picking some suitable new members to be their own. But at that time they did it unconsciously. At that time, they could be said to be the first to walk in the line, and there were not many of them. More than ten years ago, the first conscious, or awakened undead, was really born, and at that time, although the Elven Empire did not hate them, the mercenary guild had already regarded these undead as its own target. And by now they are indeed the last of the undead.

It's hard to imagine that we would make such a serious mistake, that there are times when anyone is evil, and that the spirits of the dead are still far from awakened. So I shouldn't be pointing the finger at these poor undead, and what we should do about it for the sake of their perpetuation.

"Let's join you. I said, unexpectedly, this was my own idea, but although my three companions were shocked at first, the dwarven companions were the first to support me. And soon two other companions chose to stand with us. In this way, a human, a dwarf, and two elven undead joined them when they were most vulnerable, replenishing their blood, until now.