Nothing happened overnight.

Spreg woke up until almost noon, and when he saw him get up from the ground, Alfonso, who had not closed his eyes all night, got up and walked forward, and the thin Spreig followed him with a yawn.

There were no obstacles along the way, they got closer and closer to Stratholme, and there was even a country road on the ground, walking along it not only reduced the probability of encountering a large group of undead, but also made it easy to get lost.

Until they came to the fork in the path, no matter which fork in the road eventually led to Stratholme, but one of the paths was full of scattered plague mushrooms, several of which had a row of small tooth marks on them, and I don't know what creature left them, a demon hound fell to the ground, and a plague mushroom was stuffed in its mouth, dark red blood stained the road, and a row of unintelligible blood letters were printed on the road, which looked full of depravity and ominous aura.

Spreg shrunk his head, naturally choosing another path that looked clean, and Alfonso froze for a moment before he hurried in front of the coward.

They went on until in the afternoon, and in the middle of the road there was a clean clearing, full of plague mushrooms and dried corpses, but here it seemed clean and tidy, as if even the ubiquitous orange smoke had faded, and in the middle of the clearing there was a bonfire pit, where apparently living creatures had camped, and even lit a bonfire.

Spreg stepped forward to inspect it, and found scraps of paper on the ground, with some crooked handwriting, both lingua franca and unintelligible alien languages, which were spelled out in the dwarven and High Elf Salas, and a small improvised map. And found the location of the place from above - it is called 'Alice's Resting Place on the map'.

There were no signs of fighting around, and there was a rope on the ground and other bits and pieces of life - although the name sounds very strange, there are signs that it is safe and that people of different races have even camped here.

Alfonso and Spreg didn't light a campfire, but sat down around it. They decided to spend the night here.

When the next day comes, they will be able to reach Stratholme.

……

Twelve hours ago, in the wee hours of the morning.

When Loria came to a large cluster of plague mushrooms, she plucked the small mushrooms that grew at her feet and put them in her bag, and when she couldn't fit them, she held them in her arms...... Until she couldn't take them anymore. He held the mushroom atomized and floated to the top of the huge mushroom nearly ten meters high, and landed on the umbrella cover.

She nibbled on mushrooms and looked in all directions, a unique view - a sight of death and withering, but a wide range of sight. You can even see the trail in the distance and a small clearing near the path, and the mushroom canopy is safe...... Loria lay down softly, the plague mushrooms that were as sweet as blood were so delicious that she couldn't help but eat a few more, and now she was a little supportive.

Pulling out a slightly bloated, by no means delicate, and very unaesthetically unaesthetically pleasing pocket watch from her bag, Loria twisted the very tasteless protruding knob on it and flicked the hands...... This is the invention of Dada Sopei, a pocket watch with an alarm clock.

It's hard to see though. But you can make sure that you don't fall asleep and miss out on important things.

After tinkering with her pocket watch, Loria tucked it into her chest. Roll back and forth a few times on the wide canopy of the giant mushroom, close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

She's tired tonight...... A few hours after dark, she found Spreg and Alfonso's campsite, and since her injuries had not fully healed and she didn't know how much strength they were still hiding, she didn't plan to fight hard, she skirted their camp and sprinted in the direction of Stratholme.

Dig pits and bury traps. She's pretty good at that...... Although it was not known whether they would continue north, Loria herself was attracted to the city of death in the north. She guessed they would follow.

As for how to make sure that the other party falls into her trap, there will always be a way.

She took a bite and threw one. Throwing plague mushrooms everywhere at forks in the road, and killing many demon hounds in a sneak attack—she's all too familiar with critter attacks, judging by her ability to dodge them in advance.

Dragging one of them to the intersection and shoving a mushroom into its mouth, Loria used her purgatory-style artistic talent to set up the scene terrifyingly.

Vampires move very fast at night, and in one night, they can travel twice as far as humans can travel during the day.

Loria estimated the speed of the slower of the two, Spreig, and stopped in a place full of plague mushrooms, and she cleared them all and dug a pit in the middle of the clearing, where there seemed to be an abundant source of water, and the land was not dry and hard, and it was very easy to dig.

After digging the shallow pit, Loria took several water bags out of her bag and poured the liquid into the pit.

Fill the pit, pick up wood and stones, light a fire, extinguish the fire - a fresh bonfire remains appear.

She licked the paint, scribbled sentences and a small map in three languages on the page with a twig, then tore the page up and threw it everywhere.

By the way, the page was part of the 'Holy Text', and after Loria lost the ability to see her mind, it became a blank slate.

Eventually, Loria took out some of the miscellaneous items in her bag and threw them on the ground, leaving the clearing.

……

There was a constant vibration in her chest, and Loria snorted as she snorted as she frowned and put her hand into her clothes, scooping out the culprit and throwing it away.

Dada Sopei's pocket watch has since fallen into the hands of a ghoul and has become its treasure...... Loria finally woke up, she sat up softly, and reached out to wipe the corners of her mouth, the twilight sun making her dizzy.

Loria smiled sweetly when she noticed two guests in the clearing in the distance below.

Today, it is advisable to dig pits, deceive, ascend, walk at night, and vendetta, and it is not appropriate to provoke pink hair.

Loria turned into a pale pink mist and floated down the mushrooms, and she walked in the opposite direction of the clearing, and began to move the plague mushrooms in order on the ground to the gap.

These mushrooms were arranged by her in a wide distance with the center of the open space, and throwing one within a range of tens of meters was enough to block the path of many creatures...... And now, she's removed all the mushrooms.

The rustling of crawling sounded, densely packed.

Loria smiled even more.

ps: Most of the character cards have been uploaded, just in the data volume, welcome to complain