It took a long time for Sandru to come to his senses. He was stunned, and his limbs stiffened as he looked at the female zombie who was tethered in the tent.

The zombie's head was as long as silk, covering half of her face and hanging down to her shoulders.

The contours of that face were beautiful, but the skin had lost its original luster, and it was tense, like a resentful woman with a straight face and a full stomach.

"Monica, Monica......" Sandru staggered to his feet and walked over to her, "Oh my God, forgive me, I'm late......"

The zombie stared at Sandru with cloudy eyes.

"Let the gods bear witness to me, after I was defeated by Eric and Somla last year, the abominable Kenloe and Roland still refused to give up, and pursued me into the swamp...... I don't want to leave you and the children alone in the valley of the falls, but what else can I do then...... I was a bit stupid at the time, and I always thought it was safest for you and the kids to stay in the Valley of the Falls, when in fact it was a lot safer than Sosbandar Castle...... I don't understand, why do you have to run out of there......"

"When I fled to Dejia, I have been silently praying in my heart that you will not leave the valley, that the Duke of Elares will never find you, and that he will not vent his anger against me on you and the children......"

"When I arrived at Dega, I begged the Grim Reaper Bellerion to give me another chance...... If what I did before was to fight for personal gain and power, but this time it was purely for you and the children! I will rescue you from the valley, for I will only feel at ......ease if you are by my side or as far as my eyes can see."

"Monica, why are you so stupid...... Do you think there is a safer place in the world than the Valley of the Falls, and the war has burned the whole world!" Sandru said, shedding tears, "Now I only wish ...... I just hope you hid the kids when you escaped! Tell me where they are now?"

The zombie did not answer.

Zombies can't speak, but any good necromancer can take off its eyeballs and devour them, or stick their fingers into its skull to find out what it saw before it died.

For other zombies, even living people, Sandru will not hesitate. But this is his most beloved woman, her eyes used to be so gentle, and her gaze was like autumn water...... Her mind had been so bright, and that well-behaved head had rested meekly on her chest like a kitten countless times...... How could he bear to cruelly turn it into a red and white tattered watermelon and destroy that beautiful memory with his own hands?

Sandru shivered and touched the zombie's head, then put his hand under his nose and sniffed deeply.

The familiar aura was gone, and he could even smell a faint stench of corpses.

He scrutinized the familiar face. Although it has changed color a little, it has not yet turned into an unsightly dead gray...... If you are unfortunate enough to reach that stage, all that remains is that your skin will ulcerate and fall off!

She hadn't been dead for a long time, maybe just a day or two! Fortunately, it was still spring, which allowed her body to be preserved for a longer time.

"Monica, look at you now......" Sandru's vision blurred: "You used to be so beautiful, in order to maintain your proud figure, you would rather go hungry often...... You won't allow a single bit of dust to get on your face, hands, and clothes...... But what's going on now? It's like just getting ...... ...... out of which slum"

Sandru wanted to talk about the grave, but he immediately changed his words.

"No, I can't listen to you...... Because you don't want to do this!" Sandru nodded and shouted outside the tent, "Come on, get me a basin of hot water, I want to take a bath!"

There was a call outside the door, and he began to run to get busy.

Sandru pondered nervously how he could resurrect his wife.

There is a resurrection technique in the fourth-level magic, but it has to be while the body temperature is still hot and the soul is not completely out of the body.

The undead are known for their skill in spiritualism, but that can only turn the dead into a walking dead without feelings, and even the Grim Reaper Bellerion himself cannot save his beloved wife!

No, I'm going to save you, and our children!!

Monica, I don't know what you were thinking before you died, but I'm sure you won't forgive me!

Although you didn't die directly at my hands, what difference does that make it different from me killing you with my own hands?

The guards brought in several buckets of hot water, and brought a large wooden basin, into which he poured the hot water.

Through the steaming water, the guards saw Sandru's gloomy face. They didn't dare to ask more, and after hurriedly doing everything, they quietly withdrew from the tent.

"Monica, I'll take a shower for you, you don't look good!" Sandru began to undress Monica.

The zombie dodged and roared in its throat.

"Be obedient!" Sandru reassured.

This is the ketone body I know so well! I know every inch of it! Sandru's fingers slid across her skin.

His fingers rested on the zombie's chest. There is still a proud uprightness there, and there was once an endless sense of affection......

His fingers rested on the two flower bones that had once intoxicated him. But there have become two raisins......

His fingers continued downward, over the flat belly, until he swiped across the meadow, which had turned into a tarnished weed......

His fingers continued to slide down...... It was the place that made him dream, and he had vowed to work hard there for the rest of his life!

But I'm not good enough!" Sandru let out a long sigh. I've left this place deserted for a long time, ever since I've racked my brains for power and inadvertently dropped everything......

It was once a fountain of joy with flowers, but now it has long since dried up......

He seemed to hear Monica's panting and moaning again...... He seemed to see his sweat dripping down her smooth and flat abdomen again......

Alas! Sandru shook his head vigorously.

His gaze continued to descend, and there were scratches from countless thorns on Monica's legs and bruises from falls and bumps......

"Oh my God, what happened to you?!" Sandru exclaimed.

He seemed to see Monica and her children running like frightened fawns in the thorny bushes and rock piles, while chasing a horde of zombies behind her!

He picked up Monica and lowered her into the warm hot water.

The zombie did not resist and was at his mercy.

Sandru began to wash her face and muttered, "Monica, I always remember that every time I stumbled back in the mud when I was drunk, you would wash me so carefully...... You'll hold me in your arms, pet me, and even hum a little song until I fall asleep......"

"Only by lying in your arms can I feel a little calm......"

"We were poor...... But then we were very happy...... Whenever I came home exhausted, you would bring me a cup of hot tea and persuade me to sit down and rest and watch the children chase and make noise in the dilapidated houses......"

"I'm desperately trying to make money, desperately trying to squeeze into high society, trying to make a decent life for you and your children! But I don't understand why there is less and less laughter when our house is getting bigger and bigger, when our wealth is getting bigger and bigger."

"I know I'm the cause of all this! I'm desperately chasing what I want, but I'm leaving you and the kids out in the cold...... All you want is more care from a husband, and the children just want more fatherly love!"

"Can this all happen all over again?" Monica, please tell me......

"If I could do it all over again, I would definitely only pursue what I need most...... If I'm lucky enough to have the whole world, and then unfortunately lose you, what's the point of life?"

With a snort, Sandru's hand rubbed Monica's tiny ankle, but accidentally tore a large piece of flesh!

"I'm sorry!" Sandru jumped up in panic, "I didn't mean to! Monica, I'm ...... Did I hurt you?"

The body that had lost its support slipped silently and submerged into the water.

"This is not going to work!" Sandru thought to himself, "By the time I find her soul, her will have rotted away! I must do something......"

Sandru put his finger into the water, and the basin immediately steamed.

But the moisture is cold. By the time Sandru pulled out his finger, the water in the basin had turned into a large lump of ice.

A full-body mature woman huddled in the middle of the ice. Is that what people often call Ice Beauty?

"Watch this place, don't let anyone in and disturb you!" Sandru hurried out the door, putting on his black cloak.

"Your Excellency, are you going out on patrol?"

"Don't worry too much about it, do what you have to do!" Sandru glared at him.

"Alright, I'll call that mount for you!"

"No! I'm hiking. ”

"When are you coming back? The big battle is about to begin, you have to come back in time to command us!"

"Wait!" Sandru said, looking at the deep darkness around him, "I'll be back when it's time to come back!"