To the north of Sollund, the world is cold and desolate as snow-capped mountains and mountains. The frozen armor creaked on the knight's body, and the deep snow creaked at the knight's feet. It was deserted, and there was hardly any sign of life. As the twilight fell, the knight's shadow was stretched.

The tireless Oscar, all the way to the north. From his tattered and old armor, he knew that the journey would not be easy. And that's exactly what happened, beasts, monsters, humans, and the undead could be enemies that stood in his way.

There is no other way, beasts and monsters want to eat him to fill their stomachs, and humans want to trap him again as if they were prey, and even the undead of his own kind may covet his soul.

Killing wasn't his goal, but it allowed him to grow and get more things back. He was destined not to return to his family, in whatever capacity. He can only be Oscar now, and the Northern House of Immortals has his mission waiting for him.

At the end of the twilight, there was not a single star in the sky, and the wind mixed with blade-like snowflakes destroyed the last remaining branches of the dead trees. Oscar decided to take refuge in the wind and snow here, because the night was too dangerous, even for an undead. He is likely to lose his way, meet hungry beasts or undead, or fall into a cliff or a deep pit, which will undoubtedly delay much longer.

Oscar curled up as best he could, his sword in his arms, his back leaning against the leeward boulder beside the tree. Still, it didn't take long for his body to be covered in a layer of snow, and he didn't move, as if he had been frozen into an ice corpse. He couldn't feel the exact cold, but by this time his heart was already icing.

As the night goes deep, but you can't sleep. There is no campfire for camping and camping, and there is no bag package that ordinary travelers must have, let alone a companion who can accompany him all the way.

Although these have been done before. Not long ago, he even ran into a "like-minded" undead, and he persuaded them to travel with him to the north to find a way to undo the curse. That guy was a warm-hearted man, presumably a young man who was enthusiastic and energetic about life before he died.

Together, they saved humanity from some of the mad undead, who still feared and even resented them. They can bravely face their murderous kind, even at the cost of their lives to save the humans who hate them. But in the end, it is impossible for humans to try to understand them, and good immortals often die faster than humans with sinister hearts.

Across half of Sollund, Oscar has seen too many of these things. The kingdom of Sollund is now in name only, and it turns out that believing in the Lord God Lloyd does not redeem the people of Sollund. More undead people flocked here, and subverting the rule of the Kingdom of God was the goal of the vast majority of the undead.

Like Oscar, it is almost ridiculous for an immortal to go to the north for the sake of a "hearsay" hope. Because all the undead who are still sane know that it is the place where the White Sect imprisons the undead, and any undead person who enters there will never want to come out again until he becomes a dry living corpse.

The world will eventually belong to the undead, and the beautiful world of the undead beckons to every immortal. As for how "beautiful", I'm afraid few immortals have fantasized about it.

In all kinds of senses, only the most negative and painful immortals remain, they cannot eat the delicacy of fresh food, they cannot feel the change of cold and warm seasons, and they cannot even enjoy the greatest joy that human beings must witness the birth of life, the joy of the whole process.

So the immortals who want to sit on the world are all crazy people who are about to go crazy, or crazy people who have gone crazy, what are they for?

Maybe it's just to live in despair, this is the world.

Oscar's companion eventually collapsed and died at the hands of the humans he had saved, and he didn't wake up again, so Oscar was left alone again. No more companions, no more waves of refugees, no more food supplies and no more water. He was dressed in armor and went on his way with a long sword.

……

Listen, what a sound it is. Oscar lifted the snow that didn't go above his head and saw a group of ...... walking in the mountains The undead.

Ordinary undead who were bound hand and foot in chains passed in front of Oscar under the "escort" of undead people wearing the armor of the knights of the White Legion. The purpose of these undead is also the north, because Oscar has seen many such escorts of the undead along the way.

According to common sense, the cult army escorting these undead should be living humans, but now it is impossible. Judging from what Gu Oscar knew along the way, the all-out war between the White Sect and the undead had already begun, and the White Sect was already too busy to take care of itself, and they no longer had any more energy to send the undead who had been captured to the north.

But at present, these undead cultists who are still carrying out the orders before their deaths, they are probably unconscious, and they are just acting according to their instincts before they were alive.

This is just a normal phenomenon, especially for devout White Sect believers, it is possible to have a strong faith even after becoming an immortal, starting from the first discovery that an immortal can still perform miracles. But this does not help in alleviating the war between the undead and humans.

The idea of human exclusivity, the idea that the hearts of those who are not of our race must be different has been ingrained for thousands of years. Just as humans can even provoke wars and massacres just because of the color of their skin. Not to mention the undead who have almost completely separated from the human group.

In the name of God, the great White Master of Solrond "forgives" all the undead who were once devout believers, if they spontaneously go to the north to seek the path of atonement...... However, this did not stop the army of living corpses controlled by the undead rebels from launching wave after wave of fierce offensives against the White Sect.

Oscar also heard that the biological daughter of the Grand Sect Master, the nobleman of Tholrond who was born with a noble blood, and the Holy Daughter of the White Sect, Leia, was also "distributed" to the north by the Grand Sect Master.

At this time, she was probably just a little girl, but she was forced to leave her homeland and embark on a road that was destined to never return, which was really pitiful.

……

Oscar waited for the group of undead to go away, and he crawled out of the snowdrift and followed them, but not too close. Because Oscar can swear that if these undead people find out, they will definitely attack him without any reason.

Over the mountains, the clouds in the sky began to dissipate, the sun was a little dazzling against the snow, and Oscar looked to the north...... It's a castle on the top of a cliff, the undead house of the north, has it arrived?