Ian sat in the driver's seat in the first carriage, but was in no hurry to go, he was waiting for the others to take their seats. Sherman, of course, drove for Lady Marianne, while Zandar walked to the end of the convoy and jumped into the disguised van. In this way, he can get closer to the cage that is kept in the snap.

Once all three of them were seated in the coachman's seat, Sherman whipped and drove the second carriage ahead of Ian.

Compared to the lizardmen princes Zandar and Ian, Sherman is more familiar with the roads of towns in the southern part of the empire, and it is better for him to lead the way.

Lady Marianne was not in a good condition, and during her time away from the vault, she failed to take her medication on time and spent the night in the dungeon. Now, it's been a bumpy ride from morning to now. Her irrepressible cough came from the carriage, and Sherman glanced worriedly.

"Ma'am, would you like to take a break before leaving?" Sherman suggested with concern across the carriage.

"No need to ......," replied Lady Marianne, weakly but firmly, "let's go, hurry." I'll sleep on the road for a while. ”

"Yes, ma'am. Sherman replied obediently.

Whips were raised, wheels kicked up dust, and three wagons were driven onto the road in a southerly direction.

There was not a sound in the cage behind Zandar, and if it weren't for the faint sense of the imprint of reason, he would have even suspected that Pada was still in the cage. Ian's carriage is now in second place, and in the carriage behind him is Mister, the guy you don't expect to talk to during the journey. Sherman, who was at the front of the line, kept a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he drove his horses carefully to avoid the potholes in the road.

Demonic beasts have wreaked havoc here, and from here they are heading north.

Although it is a relatively warm south, there is no life in the wilderness. The forests on both sides of the road receded, and there was no sense of any living creature inside. There were no scattered farmhouses, no travelers, no caravans, not even a hare in sight.

Sherman couldn't help but look up, there was only a clear blue in the sky, and there was not a trace of clouds. The dry sun of the afternoon of the month of Vengeance scorched the earth so persistently that even the moisture in the air was dispelled. As we get deeper and deeper to the south, the surrounding scenery begins to change strangely.

The southern mountain forests, which were originally dominated by evergreens, actually had a large number of dead trees in this season.

Patches of dead tree trunks, shriveled and stiff, stood on either side of the road.

Sherman remembered that they were running on the wide road just now. However, the forest, which had been some distance from the road, began to spread out of nowhere, getting closer and closer to both sides of the road. Until now, they had almost walked through a dead forest.

The trees were dying in patches, and some were beginning to turn white—a sign of imminent decay. The dead woods, dark and white, give people a sense of oppression and foreboding.

The surrounding branches were so dense that Sherman felt his vision begin to dim. More and more of the ground was covered with dead leaves of dull yellow, yellowish brown and dark brown, with only a clean area remaining in the middle of the road. He couldn't help but look up at the sky again, but he grabbed the reins. The horse in front of him neighed and finally stopped. Ian and Zandar, who were following behind, also stopped and jumped out of the carriage.

"Something is wrong. Sherman said to the two men walking by, gesturing to the sky.

Ian and Zandar looked up as well, and saw that the sky obscured by the branches had turned into a gloomy gray at some point, and there seemed to be a faint purple mist in this gray, as if the air had been painted.

Mrs. Marianne also woke up and called Sherman in the carriage.

"It's a great psychiatry," said Lady Marianne to them with some trepidation, "but I can't tell the directions, as if ...... It was all around us and close ......"

"Warcraft, Falcon, or Dark Mercenary?" Ian drew his sword and smiled stiffly, as if asking Zandar.

"Whatever it is, kill them all. Lady Marianne coughed twice with great restraint, her voice fierce, "We don't have time to play games. ”

Zandar is now more worried about snapping. He tried to talk to it on the way, but it only replied briefly, and then continued to fall asleep. During the time they left the swamp dragon city, they fell into a long slumber because of his imprint of reason. But why? Zandar had no idea. On the way, he pondered repeatedly, and only came up with one guess: maybe Pa Da continued to power to break through the control of the mark of reason?

Suddenly there was a thud at his feet, interrupting Zandar's thoughts.

As soon as he looked down, he jumped out a few steps at once.

Ian had never seen Zandar so panicked, and his stiff lizardman face was almost expressionless. However, Ian didn't have to look down to see what was going on at this time-

A dry skeleton dressed as a warrior was rising from where Zandar had stood. Judging by his attire, he had been dead for at least a hundred years. Dented winged helmet, only metal shoulder pads on one side, bulky steel boots...... This is obviously not the equipment of the warriors of this era. And the long battle axe, rusty, with a blade full of chips and cracks. As far as Ian knew about blades, it was at least a hundred years ago when Hilfa V was cast.

The emaciated bone-wielding warrior dragged the two-handed tomahawk with great effort. The bones of its hands gripped the long handle of the tomahawk and dragged it towards Ian, the dead leaves falling as he walked.

In the dimness, two small blue flames lit up on the heads under the winged helmets, like eyes, looking at them faintly.

"I'll come. Ian stopped Zandar as a blue glow rose in his eyes, and Zack's spirit was beside him.

Then a flash of blue light flashed, and Zach rushed towards the boneless warrior like a meteor.

There was a crisp "click", and the boneless warrior broke in two. Zack's sword slashed it off, but instead of falling silent, the dry bones stood up more quickly. Each of its bones defied the laws of physics, as if it could be freely reassembled, and the scattered skeletons were spliced together at will. Zack's second sword slashed again, but was blocked by his tomahawk.

The wizened skeleton flew up and kicked Zach in the abdomen, kicking him back a few paces.

Ian's eyes lit up in confusion.

Zach cut off the sword of the Bone Warrior, the sword that intersected with its battle axe, and the kick that was kicked...... Ian felt the psychic power, but he couldn't capture where it belonged, and there was no overlap and collision of spiritual worlds.

Before he had time to think about it, Zandar's shouts rang in his ears. Ian hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find more similar bones rising from the thick fallen leaves, some even breaking out of the ground. And Zandar was wielding a warhammer to fight one of them. However, there are too many enemies, and more and more dry bones are approaching them.

Mister peeked out of the carriage and watched in horror at the changes around him. Sherman held his sword and stood near the carriage, where Lady Marianne's voice was hurried and brief.

"How many enemies?" she asked.

"A lot," Sherman said nervously, looking nervously at the various forms of bone warriors around him, "all of them...... Undead. ”

"I can pick up where they are, but ......," Lady Marianne's voice was equally puzzled.

She knew the urgency of the situation and did not have time for her scholarly curiosity. Marianne stopped talking, and immediately manifested a fire spirit, its mane blazing, and its whole body spewing out a scorching breath.

"Go ahead. She gave the order in a low voice. As soon as the words fell, the fire spirits sprang out, heading straight for the nearest bone-fighting warriors around them.

With a "bang", the dry bone was smashed to pieces by the fire spirit without resistance. But in the same way, the fire spirit had just rushed towards another dry bone, and the shattered bones were put together again, and staggered towards Lady Marianne's carriage.

"It's endless!" Zandar shouted as he smashed the newly assembled bone-hardened warrior with a hammer.

Ian had already manifested a second spirit, and Frien was beside him constantly repelling the approaching bones with arrows. Without the help of the corpse carp cloak, it was still too reluctant for him to embody three spirits at the same time to fight. In his current state, it was difficult for him to distract himself from thinking about how to defeat these undead spirits, and it was even harder to notice a gaze projected from the depths of the dark woodland watching him.

However, the blind Lady Marianne spotted the figure emerging from the depths of the woodland through her psychic sense. In Marianne's perception, she could not see the appearance of the enemy, but she could "see" the magical energy of the enemy. To her, it was a vague light, and the stronger the magic or psychic power, the brighter the light became.

Now, Lady Marianne finds the light trying to get close to Ian very cunning. It did not burst through the ground, but moved through mid-air without a single point, apparently approaching them at high speed and stealthily through the link between the branches. In a few breaths, it had reached the trees near Ian.

A huge black spider fell silently from the trunk of Ian's head, its body covered only with the faint red glow of its compound eyes.

Just as the spider's fangs were about to land on the back of Ian's neck, a flash of fire roared. Poof, just in time to bump into a spider.

The pitch-black spider hissed in pain, and its voice was dark but uncomfortable like a bat's sound waves that seeped through the eardrum and into the brain. The fire was the embodiment of Lady Marianne, and it was wrapping its thick limbs around the great black spider. Its hot flames enveloped the two of them in an instant, and the spider soon fell silent.

"Tsk, damn blind old woman!" came a deep man's voice out of nowhere.