In fits and starts, Bane recounted his horrific experiences to them.

That night, he noticed a noise in the cemetery, and he thought it was just a hungry animal, so he rushed to chase it away. Unexpectedly, I found several people in black robes digging graves. As soon as one of the black-robed men raised his hand at him, Bane, who was about to escape, lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found that he had been taken to a dungeon somewhere and locked up. He had been met with several strangers, but more often than not, corpses. Some were animals, more were people, fresh, half-rotten, only bones remained, all piled up in small rooms.

Bane saw with his own eyes what the black-robed did with his fellow inmates—some of whom were forced to drink strange potions, cried out in pain and struggled; Some people were disemboweled, and their organs were removed. Some people were thrown to monsters to hunt as rations, and the screams of extreme fear could not be stopped even by the heavy stone walls.

Even more terrifying is that there will be no peace for those who have died. They will get back on their feet in an evil green glow, and obey orders like marionettes, even if their limbs are mutilated. They have become hideous, terrifying, irrational, fanatical about attacking the living.

As new living people and corpses were constantly being added, Bane was lucky to stay alive. But a few days ago, he found his brother Brand among a new group of people who had been arrested. Deterred, Bane decides to save his brother at all costs. He struggled to escape from the cage, but just as he tried to rescue Brand, he was killed by the corpses ("Undead. Dineen prompted. Okay, it's the undead who found out. Bane had no choice but to flee. When he was scratched, Bane thought he was going to die, but thankfully the dawn had arrived, and the sun-hating spirits were much less flexible, allowing Bane to escape. He managed to make it to Tarummir by his will, and then fainted in the street.

When he finished, there was silence inside the church. No one spoke for a long time. In the end, it was Dineen who took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Do you see what happens to those who are infected by the undead?" He asked bluntly.

Bane shuddered. He was silent for a while, then replied softly, "...... Yes. ”

Dineen didn't speak again, his golden eyes calmly and carefully examined him, waiting quietly.

He knew what kind of answer he would get, because he had seen it too many times. No one can remain indifferent after all this, regardless of race, high or low, strong or weak, good or evil, faith...... Everything they use to flaunt themselves has nothing to do with it.

It's a dichotomy between life and death, that's all.

"They, they're going to be the same undead, sir......" Bane inhaled hard, then his eyes hardened, "I see them eating people and rotting. With the Holy Light above, I don't want to die like that monster and hurt others. He gritted his teeth and roared, "If I will get up when I die, then burn me to ashes!" ”

Dineh's eyes softened.

"Good boy." He said mildly, making a gesture that surprised the others—he reached out and gave Bane a hard hug, not in the slightest concern for the possible plague in the young man, "Your family will be proud of your courage and selflessness." After a half-second hesitation, he added, "The same is true of the Holy Light. ”

Bane's eyes turned red all at once. Obviously, this big boy doesn't really look down on life and death. Dineen's actions gave him understanding and comfort.

"And ......"

"Your brother." Dinen understood, "I'll get him out, I promise." ”

He didn't know if he could catch up now. Maybe by the time they stormed the Cursed Cult's camp, the kid named Brand had been reduced to a corpse—but he wouldn't let a young man who had decided to give up his life leave with regret. This is disrespectful to his sacrifice.

So he made a promise, even if he had already scoffed at these things. This is in the era when natural disasters are like a frenzy, and everyone who fights against the undead will abide by the tacit agreement - never let down the victims, since they have given everything for this world.

So in the end there will only be two endings, the enemy dies, or we die.

Not a single one left.

Dinen stood up from the ground, knowing that Bane and his parents needed a little time together. He and Albert went to the other side with Mayor Mare to discuss the cleansing of the Cult of the Damned.

Asking for help was necessary, and although Dineen did not expect reinforcements to be of any use at all, it was conducive to reassuring the people. The town should also be well prepared, arrange curfews, strengthen patrols, separate crowds, and monitor outsiders...... At the same time, Dineen and Albert would go looking for the Cursed Cult's camp - but he didn't bring any helpers, absolutely not.

At this point they had some arguments. But no matter how much the mayor swore that the manpower assigned to them was absolutely trustworthy and would not hold back, Dinen still refused to let go. Albert watched them argue for three minutes, and made a shyly pause gesture to pull his partner aside.

"Why didn't you say yes?" Puzzled, he asked, "We can keep those people in a safe place." ”

"After sunset, there's no safe place." Dineen shook his head, "And we're going to the southwest. ”

"Is there anything over there?" The cemetery was northwest of town, which they had already asked. The Cult of the Damned is located in the direction of an abandoned watchtower. It was an observation tower built during the Second World War to defend against the attack of the orcs, and it did not have excellent defensive functions.

"We're from the southeast." Dinen reminded with an expressionless face, seeing Albert's face suddenly become horrified.

"Oh Holy Light—" he whispered in pain, "Thrall! ”

Since the undead are inflexible in daylight, the Cultists of the Damned will surely replace the living and continue the hunt...... And Sal only has a dagger in his hand!

***

Before the sound of cloth brushing the blades of grass reached his ears, Thrall was studying the language of the earth-filled orcs—the real one. Since they didn't have pen and paper, Dineen used a dagger to draw an introductory textbook on the ground for him to study.

This is not difficult for Dining. Multilingualism is one of the qualities that a commander must have, as you can't decide what language your opponent will use. It is true that the lingua franca in the camp is the easiest and most convenient to communicate, but when you are chatting with your own race, writing a personal diary, and complaining about your boss of different races, do you still deliberately use the lingua franca? And when your enemies do that, do you risk your life to find an interpreter?

With great interest, Thrall quickly mastered the words, even earlier than Dinin had imagined. He sat idle for a moment, then began to piece together the words, putting them together like building blocks in sentences, stumbling out loud - accustomed to the crisp and hearty language of humans, and his deep, deep pronunciation of orcs needed more practice.

Thrall was in complete amusement until he realized that someone was approaching—no need to think about it, and before the other party even noticed his presence, he quickly erased the small handwriting that had been deliberately written, then clenched his dagger and rolled into the grass with a little annoyance at being disturbed.

Who will be here? Sal thought quietly. It's far from the main road, where wild animals are rampant, and the average traveler usually doesn't get close. There are no people living around either. Fugitives choose this place as a meeting point because of its commanding location, which gives it a wide view and dense trees to hide.

If I hadn't been too focused, I would have discovered them a long time ago. Sal thought to his chagrin, praying in his heart that the visitors would leave soon.

Maybe the Spirit of the Ancestors happened to be dozing off, so they didn't hear his wishes. The rapid breathing came closer, and then stopped at a distance where Thrall didn't feel threatened. A breeze blew, bringing with it a strong stench that made Sal almost want to turn his face and put his nose on the ground. The smell of the earth is 10,000 times more wonderful than this.

- The ancestors are above, what are these people doing?

But he held back and listened intently to their conversation.

"We ...... How far have we come? A man said breathlessly.

"From here, down the cliff here....... walk five miles later, and you will reach Tarummere." The other person is also breathless.

"That kid is too good at running!" The third man growled, sounding much better than the other two, "He's really been scratched by the plague dogs?" ”

"And where do you think all that blood came from?" The first shot back, "Stomach bleeding?" Or did we never find out that he was actually a woman? ”

"Listen, this has nothing to do with a woman's half a copper coin! It's your IQ that matters! The third raised his voice, "I mean, based on that amount of blood, he should have lost too much blood after a strenuous exercise!" But damn it, where is the blood now? ”

"It's not his IQ but your experience, and you've forgotten one thing - the plague at this stage causes blood to clot. Apparently his wounds were no longer bleeding. The second interjected.

"Doesn't blood clotting lead to death?" The third said suspiciously.

“……”

"It's obviously not a matter of experience anymore. Why can't you hook your fingers after that kid is infected with the plague and tell him to run back and lick your feet? Because the plague didn't infect the whole body, fool! The first one had apparently fully recovered, irritable.

"That's enough." The second one finally picked up, "Anyway, we have to find that kid first, otherwise how can we go back to the errand?" ”

"If he's in town, how are we going to get him?"

"It doesn't matter, if he can really get to Talenmir, someone over there will naturally deal with him." The second calmly said, "Our mission is to prevent him from turning into an undead in the wild, and he will definitely cause more trouble if no one controls him." Lord Leonard wouldn't want to see that happen. ”

"It's almost time to be converted. We need to speed up. The first said.

"So is it possible to use the undead detection spell?" The third asked.

- He was met with an awkward silence.

After a while, the first one was irritable and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" ”

"I thought ......"

"No, we haven't finished the plague that can avoid detecting undead spells, so spells can be used, okay, can we go now?" The second one said a long list quickly, and he really didn't want to listen to his colleagues.

“……”

Sal couldn't listen anymore. He didn't understand what these people were talking about, presumably it was not a good thing, and there were already victims. But there's nothing he can do about it. They've had enough trouble to get involved in this matter anymore. Now the only thing he could do was hide himself and wait for them to leave.

"Smack."

- Looking at the pine cone that suddenly fell in front of him, the young orc was stunned.

"What sound?"

Oops!

Sal jumped up from the ground without even thinking about it, and threw himself in the opposite direction without looking back. He was confident in his speed, and even if all three of them were armed with bows and arrows, he had a chance to escape-

A dark green light hit his back.

In a fit of intense pain, Sal fell headlong and tumbled on the ground twice before he could stop. It was like a beast that had bitten hard from his back. No, even if you get bitten on a nerve, it doesn't hurt so much. He couldn't even control his own body, his twitching hands and feet didn't obey the call at all, and the dagger didn't know where to fly for a long time. His eyes darkened for a while, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Nope-

Thrall struggled to keep himself awake, vaguely sensing someone approaching. He tried to fight back with clenched fists, but all his muscles felt like they were fighting him.

"An orc." Someone above him said, "That's amazing. I've only seen this creature in a shelter. ”

"Now that you see it, and then?" Another said.

"Kill him, and throw him here. The beast will fix it. The third said.

"Nope. I'm going to take it back. ”

"What are you bringing it back for? We don't need orc test subjects. ”

"Of course, of course, I'm going to make it a minion. This big man looks vicious......"

His voice faded, and Thrall tried to hear more, but his consciousness was no longer holding on. He struggled in pain for a moment, then inevitably fell into the darkness.