Looking out from the castle on a high hill, a sea of green comes into view.

The ocean moves with the wind, and the "waves" are cascading in the noisy noise, which looks full of strange beauty.

Coupled with the thick white mist that fills the "ocean", the wolf forest outside the castle looks beautiful, like a forest wonderland.

However, if you include the special sounds that persist in your ears, then this fairyland may be a little sour.

Retracting his gaze, he turned his head to see the white bodies of a man and a woman rolling on the animal skin bed of the castle's original owner, Earl Glover, with heavy wheezing and occasional screams.

"Get out of here, get me on it!"

Under the crisp slap, a touch of red quickly appeared on the man's smooth cheeks without a beard, but he did not get angry, but changed his posture with a smile.

And so the sound continued to enter the ears.

"The sun hasn't set yet, has it?"

After a few glances, Charles ignored them and turned his gaze to a desk in a corner of the bedroom.

Or, on the table, a parchment note.

The parchment note was wrinkled and dry, but the words written in ink on it were very clear - hold on to the deep forest fort, hunt the northerners, and wait for my army to arrive!

"With more than a thousand troops, they want her to hold this place, and the leader of the invaders seems to be very sure of what is happening."

Secretly thinking, maintaining some kind of thought that he was standing here for a moment.

So Charles, who was supposed to be standing on the third floor of the castle, fell sharply, and the wooden floors and beams mixed with gray and black earth and stone flashed away, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the hall directly below the fortress.

Walking out of the hall, looking up, the dark blue floating over the castle was very deep, and the shape was roughly that of a multi-legged octopus, composed of colors, which looked slightly transparent, and the limbs slowly squirmed, silently floating in the sky overhead.

The True Eye suggests that it is not the so-called drowning god itself, but a wisp of power.

A wisp of dark blue smoke that continued to emerge from the iron people's bodies inside the castle. Gathered in the sky, it forms such a strange scene.

"Suppress my scepter abilities?"

"But do you think that's all I have?"

Secretly and coldly, he wandered through the castle, searching, looking, and at last he came to a stable not far from the main castle.

There is an underground entrance in the corner of the stable, and after "falling" into it along the entrance that is level with the ground, an underground prison comes into view.

The prison was rudimentary, a bit like the one encountered by the Overworld Charr, but unlike that one, it was full of people.

A farmer with a rough face and calloused hands, a well-dressed noblewoman in rich costumes, a child with a frightened expression and a childish appearance, and a woman in disheveled clothes and miserable appearance.

After being taken over by the invaders, it seems that all the people who lived in the castle were imprisoned here.

They were supposed to be hostages to blackmail the northern army, but for some reason, the current owner of the castle brutally killed them all, leaving the closed prison door open.

Farmer, blacksmith, woman, old man...... All those who saw it were dead.

The Iron Folk had long heard of the cruel murder of the Charles, but now that even the obvious nobles' family members had their throats cut and bled out, it made people think deeply.

There is a certain rule between nobles, and if it is not for some deep hatred, a war between two nobles will generally not kill a noble captive, after all, they can use them to blackmail the enemy, or they can exchange a large amount of ransom.

But now the Glover family is dead, both women and children.

Quietly staring at the pain-looking soul beside the corpse of the noble woman, he secretly guessed.

"Some kind of blood sacrifice?"

After death, the soul does not leave the body for 24 hours, and it is surprising that the woman has died for less than 24 hours.

What was even more surprising was that her soul was not normal, but her whole body was wrapped in dark blue "tentacles".

The tentacles tightly imprisoned the spirit, slowly wriggling, like the limbs of the sea monster in the sky.

It seemed to be covered with tiny blue spikes, rooted in the "spirits", and the woman's face was full of pain even if it should have been dull.

Hints of the True Eye also show this anomaly.

[Countess Glover, bound by the sea mist, her death is not long]

[She is constantly being devoured, and her spirit is gradually weakening]

……

Engulf......

Look at everything in front of you, and think about what you see and hear on the road and inside the castle.

Charles had a guess.

"That guy behind the scenes is using death to maintain the fog in the forest?"

And the bigger the fog, the better it is for the invaders.

The more favorable it is to the invader, the more deaths it will cause.

Charles didn't know exactly what the so-called "Drowning God" was trying to do, but it was clear that he had bad intentions.

Moreover, in his expectation, the northern army needs to resist the strangers, not stay here and be eaten away.

So he made up his mind and recited a spell on the corpse.

[You initiate corpse resuscitation, target Countess Glover]

[Under the suppression of the Sea Mist, your death authority is invalid, and your necromancy cannot be mutated]

[The corpse resuscitation has been successfully activated, and you have taken control of the corpse of the Countess of Glover]

……

The gray wind blew, and the soul crawled into the body before the death, and then I saw that the eyes of the woman who should have been blind suddenly twitched, and under Charles's order, she got up unhurriedly.

The mistress of the castle, who was probably in her thirties, still had a neat and beautiful face, but now it had become dull, or expressionless.

But the overall appearance is not much different from a real person - if you don't consider her gray eyes and the fatal wound on her neck where blood clots.

It was the first time Charles had used this corpse to resuscitate, but he didn't expect the effect to be literal. Originally, he thought that the resurrected corpse was similar to the zombie in his memory......

After looking closely, seeing that it worked, Charles aimed at the corpses in the other cells and used them one after another, and in the sound of spells from another world, the blue tentacles rooted in the soul did not work at all.

However, unlike the first corpse, the corpse he resuscitated later did not obey orders at all, and after being "resurrected", he frantically ran out of the door through the open prison door, ignoring the "kind", but full of greed for the corpse that had not yet been resuscitated.

However, as the Charr continued to cast spells and their own species grew, this greed had to be suppressed, and some of their actions became more and more insane.

Banging on doors, slamming walls, grinning ......

During the observation, Charles found that the resuscitated corpse was aggressive, but there was no spirituality at all, or did it need guidance?

He then commanded the corpse of the woman to crawl towards the exit at the top of the dungeon.

The sound of the exit was heard, and the corpses, already furious because there was no prey, paid attention, and then, under their gray gaze, the woman climbed the ladder, the corner of her skirt gradually disappeared, and a ray of light was illuminated by the opening of the exit.

The light was not obvious, but the hollow exit awakened some of the life instincts in them.

So not long after, under Charles's gaze, the first "zombie" emerged from the ground with a hideous face.