The bloodthirsty monster let go of the food's neck, sucked the last drop of cold blood into its stomach, casually threw the corpse with dilated pupils at his feet, silently picked up the weapon, and walked back to the queue.

Howell sat by the fire, picked up the flask and poured a mouthful of liquor down his throat like a knife down his esophagus, a mouthful of wine that ran from his mouth to his stomach.

The heat emanated from his body, and the strong man burped and sat at a shabby table, waiting for the attendant to bring the food.

Like the pale soldiers standing outside the house, his squire was equally pale and expressionless, but at least, alive.

Looking at the breakfast that was put on the table, Howell frowned, then shook his head, and did not complain, after all, this is only a small village, and the products are not very rich, and the livestock have long been eaten by the 'living dead', and he does not want to touch it again.

Picking up the thick porridge that the villagers didn't dare to cook in the past and taking a sip, Howell glanced at the attendant standing aside, suddenly laughed heroically, picked up the wine jug and shook it, "Eisen, do you want to take a sip?"

"No, Lord Howell, I don't like to drink. The attendant shook his head in refusal, and there was still no change in expression on his face.

With a pout, Howell picked up the wooden bowl and quickly eliminated the shabby food in front of him.

Of course, shabby is only relative, for Howell is shabby, but for the original residents of this village, his meal is enough luxury, in the past, they would not dare to think of it.

Even if the kingdom of Kolo is getting richer and richer, the poor areas will still be poor, and eliminating all poverty is not a simple task, at least it will take more than ten years or even decades for everyone to barely have enough food and clothing - this is still in the case of the noble lords cooperating with the royal family, if the nobles are in disobedience, then no matter how many years have passed, don't want to feed and feed the people in this area.

Wiping his mouth indiscriminately, Howell stood up, knocked the table to the ground with leftovers, grabbed his windproof robe, and walked out the door with the flask, "Go, go!"

The village was not wealthy, nor was it in his marching route, and he would not have come to this village if it had not been for the fact that it had been so snowy last night that he was uncomfortable staying in the wilderness.

The best house in the village turned out to be a two-story stone house, not even a rich merchant or lord, and even the fence surrounding the village was very low, and it seemed that not only bandits, but also wild beasts would not visit it.

Ignoring the corpses lying on the ground, Howell and his attendants walked over to the army of the living dead, mounted their horses, and waved their hands, "Go!"

The armor-clad war horse had dark blue flames burning in its eyes, and with stiff steps, it carried its master to the next town.

As Howell's squire, Eisen also had a horse, and he was also an undead horse.

The undead horse has stiff muscles and no explosive power, but it has an endurance that is hard to match in a living creature, making it ideal for the most long-distance mounts.

The legions of the living dead opened their legs at the same time, and the rumbling footsteps suddenly woke up the silent mountain forest, and the remaining living creatures suddenly boiled and fled in all directions, for fear of being caught by those terrible monsters.

Howell sat down on horseback, took out his map and looked at it a few times, checked the directions, and then drove with the army of the living dead to the next town to be attacked.

Before entering the borders of the Kolo Kingdom, they divided their troops into three routes, and three armies attacked three towns at the same time, to be honest, even he did not expect the lords here to be so vulnerable, and even a fortress could not be defended.

A few fireball spells were thrown over, and then cold water was poured on them, and the city wall was directly cracked, and then let the legion of the living dead break in directly, and the war could be won, which can be said to be completely unchallenging.

After the city wall was breached, the local lord surrendered directly, which didn't make any sense at all!

Howell looked into the distance and yawned, hoping that the lord of the next town would be stronger, or at least not let him be so bored.

It may be that they are also undead, so the bloods who squatted on the branches of the tree and waited here all night were not discovered.

He looked at the living dead walking below, his brow furrowed.

When he arrived, all the villagers of that village had been killed, after all, the members of the Night Legion could not really be spread throughout the Kolo Kingdom, the number of blood clans and werewolves was already scarce, and ordinary blood clans and werewolves could not join this legion at all, which led to them only being stationed in more prosperous towns and radiating outward.

In desperation, he could only squat here all night, waiting for his companions to arrive.

With just one glance at the legion, the Bloodclan fell into a deep sleep again, its slow-beating heart suddenly stopped.

Howell scratched his neck and looked around, he always felt as if someone was watching him, but when he turned his head to look, there was nothing.

Could it be that his nerves are too sensitive?

He was still a little uneasy, so he asked Eisen to use a spell to scan the surroundings, until he really confirmed that there was nothing around, and then he lowered his head in frustration and hurried away.

At the same time, he secretly scolded the rulers and nobles of this kingdom in his heart, what a bunch of fools, and dared to call themselves 'the country of mages'!

Thirty minutes passed, and the Bloodclan opened their eyes again, looking down.

The legions of the living dead have left a deep and numerous mark on the mountains and forests, and although those footprints will soon be obscured by the wind and snow, they are still very visible.

At this time, the Blood Clan stood up, shook off the snow covering his body, and took out his mobile phone to make a call, "Commander, where have you arrived...... An army of the Arcane Empire entering the kingdom is heading in the direction of 'Ovav', and as rumored to be, those soldiers are indeed the living dead, only two living people, and they are presumably the commanders of this army...... yes, I'll rush back right away!"

Putting away their phones, the Bloods leaped high from the branches and transformed into a swarm of bats chirping towards Ovalf.

............

"The Kingdom of Kolo is trying to stop the Arcane Empire's invasion of its borders, but to be honest, I don't think much of their actions. Ziegler's cell phone was set aside, and he silently observed the activities of the living dead in the cage, and talked to the maid about it.

"Arcane Empire...... I don't know how they managed to make a living person possess the characteristics of the undead - yes, their soldiers are not pure 'undead', but living people with the characteristics of the undead!"

With a sigh of emotion, the red dragon mage took over the other experiment reports, they had stayed up all night to study the secrets of those monsters sent by the Arcane Empire.

For this reason, after the pressure brought by the beast tide to the northern realm was reduced, he hurriedly teleported back just to do first-hand research.

Anyway, there is the Silver Dragon Clan over there to help them for the time being, and the leaders of the Holy Knights of [Food Hunter] Hill and Latinia are all there, as long as those monsters from the Inland Sea don't come out of the Black Forest, they don't need to worry for the time being.

It sounded a bit like the Bloods, but the Bloods were undead creatures with the characteristics of living people, the polar opposite of the thing in front of him.

"There are few weaknesses in the body, but because they are 'living creatures', they can eat certain living things—such as blood, and the flesh and bones of living creatures—to repair their bodies, and as long as their heads are not broken, they can be restored. And ......"

Looking at the report in his hand, Ziegler suddenly laughed, "Serena, do you know what is the most interesting thing I found about them?"

“...... What is it?" asked the maid on the other end of the call, with a slight sense of foreboding.

The corners of Ziegler's mouth were hooked, and he shook his head and chuckled, "What drives them to move is the 'plague', they are a group of 'plague infected people', that is to say, their state is contagious, and the transmission route is probably bodily fluid infection, which is very infectious, and ordinary people can't resist it at all, even those werewolves in the Kolo Kingdom...... I think it's a little hanging!"