Again, I felt what it was like to be betrayed.

It's been a long time since I've experienced betrayal since I've become an undead. Ironically, as a member of the undead, although it can be said that it is the weirdest race on this continent, I can proudly say that we undead are also the most united race on this continent and there is no one. In the long time since we became undead, we have not had a single conflict, and even if there is a disagreement between the two sides, we will not solve the problem by force, and the only way to solve these problems is to vote or convince our opponents.

The most recent betrayal was when I was still an elf. Now, I don't want to remember what happened in those days. In short, it is very close to what is happening now.

These humans, these humans who are protected by me, actually want to leave me here alone at this time to deal with those two monsters who came specially for that old man. Completely forgetting that it had always been their problem, not mine.

Once again, I felt the biting cold, even though it was only for the heart, but it also made me feel very uncomfortable. And I finally saw that the gap and gap between humans and the undead is huge. So big that no matter how hard I tried to save them, I couldn't change any of their opinion of me.

But the most ironic thing is that the three kingdoms that have fought with us for thousands of years are now their old enemies, that is, us, a closely connected alliance. Not long ago, we who did not stop destroying each other have become one for the same threat. Perhaps, the people of these three kingdoms are the ones who really know us. However, this self-proclaimed arrogant man of the Danmoth Empire, is not. Even if this old man can be said to be the most enlightened human in this empire, he still can't tolerate me.

I smiled, and unlike before, I didn't feel any joy, but anger. They underestimated me so much that they thought they could get rid of me. But can these two things really work? Of course not.

Seeing the original target leave abruptly, leaving me alone with an undead to deal with them, left these two things feeling a little confused. After they looked at each other and muttered something, the two of them finally chose me, the closest and only undead who could cause them trouble, as their target. It seems that although they have become inseparable from human and ghost, it is also clear that it will be very difficult for the two of them to complete their tasks if I exist.

I watched them slowly walk towards me, their blood-red eyes glowing red from time to time. Looks like you're in a state of battle.

However, I threw down the knife in my hand and spread my hands out, indicating that I didn't want to fight anymore. I hope that such actions will be understood by them.

Sure enough, they saw what I meant and stopped moving. From time to time, his eyes scanned back and forth between me and the group of humans who had betrayed me.

"Yes, yes, that's it. I slowly stepped back and whispered to them, "I'm not your target, they are." Now, I don't want to fight with you anymore. It doesn't make any sense, you know?"

I don't know if they understood me, but they just let out meaningless howls with their mouths, which were no longer able to speak.

It doesn't seem like that's enough, they've clearly lost their most basic judgment of things. I shook my head in annoyance, how the hell was I going to let these two idiots know that I didn't want to fight them anymore? I could have jumped up a tree, and they hadn't jumped until now, no matter how fierce the previous battle was. Presumably, then, there is no way for them to jump again in the process of being transformed.

Well, I made a light leap to a nearby towering tree. Looking at the height above the ground, it seemed that it was not enough, so I jumped on a higher branch, and looked down from the branch where I was standing, and the two things were very small compared to before. Sure enough, I guessed correctly, they really couldn't jump again, and after climbing the tree I was on a few times in vain and falling off the tree in the middle of the way, they turned around and chased in the direction that the guards had left after after a few meaningless yells.

It seems that there is a good show to watch. I grinned wickedly, jumping back and forth through the trees, just following them.

We weren't entangled for long, so the group of humans didn't have to go far before they were overtaken by those two things.

Well, that's good. Looks like there's a good show.

The first to fight back were the magicians, who had traveled with me before, so some of them seemed familiar to me. But now these magicians and the guards and servants, and even the old assistant minister who had been so sincere to me before, no longer meant anything. Instead, I'd love to see how they struggle before they despair.

I see that these two things are probably not afraid of any flames. Because the fireballs sent out by the magicians didn't have any effect on them, but for those ice picks, these two things didn't care. When an ice pick was about to hit the female knight, she didn't react, but the man used the long-handled knife to cut the ice pick in two. But some of the icicles still smashed into the female knight's body. Suddenly, the female knight let out a cry of pain, and her movement speed suddenly decreased a lot.

Well, it seems that they are immune to fire attacks, and while ice magic doesn't do much damage to them, it does slow them down. Like me, the humans have clearly spotted their weaknesses, and the fire mages have turned to the weapons of the guards with fire magic to increase their attack power a little bit. And the only two ice mages smashed all the ice picks at these two things in one go. in order to further slow them down.

Then, the guards with melee weapons stepped forward and attacked them with no fear of death. And it seems that a lot of results have been achieved. It can be described as a knife to the blood.

It's so beautiful, I couldn't help but lick the corners of my mouth as I looked at the blood splattering out. Although being food for the dead no longer means anything to us. But just as humans love to drink, I'm happy to use the blood of these humans or those two things as a delicious drink. Moreover, human blood is indeed delicious, one of the few tastes that the undead can feel. Although they hadn't tasted the blood of those two things, they were members of the human race before, and even if they didn't taste as good as human blood, they shouldn't be much worse than they thought.

But this is probably the worst decision ever made by these humans. Although these melee guards were able to inflict damage on both of them, they forgot that the previous puppets were all caused by the twin knives in the hands of the female knights. When the first guard was slashed by the female knight's twin knives and lay on the ground weakly, the result was already doomed.

But I found something interesting, and that was that the ability to turn humans into that kind of living corpse puppet seemed to be only available to the female knight. And that man relies more on his own strength. So far, there have been about three or five guards buried under its strange long-handled knife. And the female knight only slashed the one just now.

But the one that caused the most harm happened to be the double knives of the female knight. Because it didn't take a few seconds for the guard, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet again. It's just that it's no longer a member of the human race.

The first thing it did when it got back on its feet was to stab the sword in its hand into the heart of the guards who were fighting the two things beside it. After a shocked look at the sword that had been inserted into his heart and his former comrade-in-arms, he fell to the ground. After a few seconds of standing up again, he was already the same creature as the guard who killed him, and had become a new batch of puppets of female knights.

Well, this is where things start to get a little interesting. I hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now it seems that the guards who were slashed by her in addition to the female knight also possessed this magical ability like her. However, it still seems that it is still inferior to the deity after all, because the guard infected by the guard lasted less than two minutes before the flesh and bones began to detach from his body, and in about three minutes there was only a white bone left, which was very similar to my skeleton, but this white bone now has no signs of life.

But this probably gave the surviving guards a strong deterrent. Everyone involuntarily slowly retreated backwards. The two things and the puppet slowly approached them with strange expressions.

The ice picks continued to smash at them, but I could tell that the only two ice mages were on the last brink. I can't last long.

It was the first time I had seen the power of magic. Magic was only introduced in the human world more than a thousand years ago, when we had been isolated from those three kingdoms for a long time. During the period of the rise of the magic element, several of our pioneers also quietly infiltrated the human world to learn this magical thing, but what disappointed us was that perhaps it was a problem of physique, and these pioneers all blew themselves up and died after trying magic.

Actually, I still know about magic, after all, magic is born from the elves, and I knew a little bit at that time. But after becoming an undead, it can no longer be used. In my opinion, these spells may be good weapons against ordinary people, but for these two things, they don't work very well. I don't know why, is it because the magic itself is not enough, or is it because the people who use it are not strong enough? I don't know yet. All I know is that the two magicians are looking more and more unbearable, and the frequency of casting icicles has gone from about a few seconds at the beginning to not a single shot in thirty seconds.

After the hand-to-hand guards timidly retreated, all hope fell on the magicians and the few archers. But the archers seemed to be less daring than the guards in close combat, so the arrows fired were almost inaccurate. At this time, the two things gradually stopped slowing down, at least returning to their usual movement speed of 90 percent.

Well, that's probably what these guards are struggling with. The two magicians didn't make it to the end, and fell to the ground after violently spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood. Without the cover of these two magicians, the female knight was finally free of any restraints, and she grinned and rushed into the group of guards. The guards couldn't dodge, and almost every one of the guards who came into contact with her was slashed without exception. And the luck of the guards who met with that man didn't know whether to describe it better or worse. Because they are basically fatal with one sword, but they also avoid the doom of becoming a puppet of a living corpse.

More and more of the guards fell, then turned into living corpses and stood up, aiming their weapons at the other guards who had been their companions a second before. At this time, there were only twenty or thirty guards left who were still fighting. Some of them chose to flee, but the two idle things targeted the fleeing guards. Anyway, there are more living corpses than these guards who can fight, so I simply leave it to them to solve it.

A few more minutes passed, and everything was calm again. Except for the last dozen servants, curled up in terror, the old assistant minister was not far from the servants, and although he was standing, his feet were visibly trembling. And around them were dozens of living corpses.

Gradually the cry rang out from the pile of servants who were still alive. Compared to the guards who could fight, they were real emaciated women who were powerless. At the moment of life and death, they are powerless to resist, and those who resist are either turned into dry flesh and bones, or become living corpses.

At this time, I suddenly had some hesitation. These people may seem innocent, but not so long ago, they were among those who hated me the most. Since it's someone who hates me, do I save it or not?

And at this time, the change happened again. The thin old man actually walked slowly towards the living corpses step by step.