Siegel's plan was simply to hide in the ogre's body and float down the river to Makabuta. This may not seem to be much different from camouflage drifting through wood, but it differs in some details.

The trolls are disemboweled, and most of the entrails are thrown into a bag and then hidden in the key space. Siegel can use the dragon tooth dagger to simulate the marks of being bitten, after all, the dagger itself is a tooth, its main role is to stab, and its cutting marks are still quite different from the dagger with a metal profile. Siegel uses a dagger to simulate claw and tooth cuts, then gouges out the eyeballs and empties the rib-protected entrails to create a space where they can hide. To make the wound more realistic, he also removed eighty percent of the troll's arm, leaving only part of the tendon to connect the shoulder to the upper arm.

He then knocked over the campfire, creating traces of a fight and struggle. The trolls' dents in the trunk with his head saved Siegel a lot of trouble, and he just needed to deal with it a little more. The footprints are the more troublesome part, but the ravens help anyway. Baron grabbed the pre-carved mold with his feet and swooped to imprint footprints of sufficient depth on the snow. The ravens rise and fall until they lead their tracks to the river.

Siegel dragged the nearly hollowed-out corpse to the river, then turned into a skeleton and burrowed into the cavity inside the troll's body. It's a very disgusting experience, and Siegel can't afford it. All around him were blood-red body cavities, and many blood clots from internal organs that had not been cleaned were hanging around. Luckily, the skeleton doesn't have a sense of smell, otherwise the smell alone would have killed Siegel.

Through the eyes of a raven, Siegel can know what is going on around him even inside a troll. He jumped into the rushing river with the ogre's corpse in his hand, curling up as much as he could. Water poured in through the breach, but the thick fat still allowed the corpse to float on the water. As his speed increases, Siegel knows he faces the first hurdle: a falling waterfall.

This was the first camouflage he needed to make, that he had to let the orcs find the fallen corpse. As he fell from the waterfall, Siegel lost his balance for a moment and could only hold on to the troll's ribs to secure himself. It's similar to being thrown into the air by stormy waves on a ship, but it's much more difficult to control. Siegel gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to use the featherfall technique to meet the impact of hitting the water.

There was only a loud bang, and all the bones of the skeleton were violently vibrating, and the jaw was hit hard by the spine, and one side was already dislocated. If Siegel hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed his jaw with his hand in time, he would have lost this important bone permanently. The other injuries were mainly concentrated in the skull, and he could be sure that there were several cracks in his head, and trying to recover would not only be time-consuming, but also very painful. If it weren't for the trolls' thick, soft fat as a buffer, Siegel would probably have been smashed to pieces and would never be able to fight again.

Most of the orcs who cut wood saw this scene, and the mangled body of the ogre was swept down by the waterfall and smashed into the deep pool, throwing all his arms flying. With a few ups and downs of the splash, the trolls corpse floated back on the water and went down the river. None of the orcs wanted to go into the water to salvage corpses in such weather - especially not for the sake of ogre slaves who didn't care anyone. They looked at the corpses floating by from a distance on the riverbank, and all they could find were a cut in the abdomen and "bite and claw" scars all over the body. They immediately raised their vigilance to prevent the same "beast" from attacking again. The captain of the Timbercutter Orcs sent his youngest and useless men downstream, then turned to the Timberjack camp. He needs a new trolls slave and asks for a patrol to scout the area to drive away the beasts or capture them and eat them all.

Siegel hides inside a trolls, surrounded by icy river water. Fortunately, he was in a skeletal state now, and he didn't have any internal organs that needed to be kept warm, so the cold didn't hurt him much. If he remained in a human state, he would not have been able to wait until he drifted to Macabha, and he would have frozen to death. From time to time, Siegel could feel the trolls constantly colliding with some hard objects, and listening to the sound should be logs floating on the water, and then drifting downstream together. In order to save energy, Siegel now doesn't need to scout with the eyes of ravens. The connection between the mage and the demon pet is a kind of soul power, but it will not be detected by the surrounding protective barriers, so it can be used with confidence.

Siegel had been up and down all the way to Makabuta, and he had already felt his undead identity being discovered by the surrounding detection enchantment, and he was going through the scanning process over and over again. He could roughly tell what spells these enchantments consisted of: Detect Magic, Detect the Undead, Detect Toxins. There are other functions besides, but those spells are not mastered by Siegel, so he can't tell them.

Perhaps in the witch's mind, there was a sign of the undead coming down the river in the direction of Makabuta. Siegel's greatest concern was for the orcs to send a ship to retrieve the body and throw it in the fire to burn it. If it was in the Star King Capital, in order to avoid the contamination of the water source and prevent plague and curses, he would definitely face the end of cremation. But now it's freezing cold, and if you want to salvage him, you still need to go upstream, and be careful that the ship is knocked over by wood, and the orcs won't spend this effort. At most, they would wait on a bridge somewhere in Makabuta and hook the body with a noose.

Of course, it is also possible that this will not be done, after all, the corpse of the trolls is large and heavy, and it is useless to fish them up. Besides, drifting downstream along the river, the wood-cutting orcs were all advancing on foot, and there was not enough speed to notify the City Guard before the corpses arrived, so Siegel would only face two possibilities of interception. One is the orc guards guarding the direction of the river, they will shoot random arrows first, and they don't care about any investigation work, and directly tie the trolls into hedgehogs, and destroy them together with Siegel inside. Naturally, Siegel didn't want such an ending, so he hoped to face a second kind of interception: the Orc Witch Sacrifice.

You can't stand the icy water of the river without turning into a skeleton, and how to interpret the aura of undead creatures is a puzzle that must be solved to infiltrate the city. The solution lies with the orc witch sacrifice. They are able to detect the undead and have enough means to disperse them. They are more intelligent than the average orc, and they act more reasonably. Reasonableness means law, and law means that there are traces to follow and loopholes to exploit. Siegel waited patiently, and the longer it dragged on, the more likely he was to succeed. It's best to just keep drifting like this, and it's perfect to be able to go directly to the sea near the shipyard.

But the orcs don't really let an undead enter the city. Sensing the warning of the protective barrier, the witch priest put on his armor and weapons, took the emblem and magic weapon, and hurried to the river in full gear, standing on the first suspension bridge that spanned both sides of the Blackwater River. While sending wolf cavalry to inquire about the situation near the lumberyard, he also used the help of the enchantment to expand his line of sight and observe the corpses floating by from a distance. He could see torn wounds, broken bodies, crumbling piles of flesh and skin. The only remaining hand was still half shackled. Judging from his current shriveled state, he could guess that the trolls' internal organs had been eaten a lot, and at most only the rib-protected part remained. Such wounds and hunting habits were not uncommon, and with the faint aura of the undead, the Witch Priest judged that there was only one type of monster to blame: the ghoul.

Biting wounds and vanishing internal organs are the usual attack tactics used by ghouls, and creatures killed by ghouls have a chance to become a second ghoul, which explains why trolls have the aura of an undead creature on their corpses. In order to deliberately create the characteristics of the ghoul attack, Siegel had to poison and kill the trolls: he needed a complete corpse with no incisions made by any weapon other than a dragon's tooth dagger in the shape of teeth.

Corpses and undead creatures are two different things, and the former doesn't cause any reactions to detect enchantments. It is believed that the witch priest can be more convinced of the existence of ghouls after receiving the "eyewitness testimony" of the logging team. Those footprints on the snow, the traces of the fight, can be used as strong evidence. Could it be the result of a transfiguration spell? It is believed that the broken arm when falling into the waterfall will dispel the concerns of the witch sacrifice. This is because a limb that was lost during a deformation will not be restored when it is reshaped. The witch priest believed that it was impossible for a spellcaster to sacrifice one of his arms after transforming into an ogre corpse in order to gain access to the macabta.

The trolls drifted closer and closer, and the witch priests became more and more convinced of their own guesses. He looked at the corpse of the "soon-to-be-turned ghoul", held up the coat of arms of Geush, and sang the name of the orc god in the hope that the god would disperse the abominable spirits of the undead for his people and keep Makabuta safe. A ray of light emanated from the emblem, shining accurately on the troll.

Siegel only felt that he was surrounded by light, and the light containing terrifying holy power was like a flame, emitting a blazing temperature. His skeletal body seemed to melt, gradually becoming soft and hot. Knowing that the time had come to test him, Siegel ordered the dice to transform himself back into human form.

Then the aura of the undead disappeared, as if it had been dispelled by witch sacrifices. The orc nodded in satisfaction and asked his entourage to inform the shipyard and ask them to send someone to retrieve the body from downstream. Near the shipyard, there is a large net used to intercept the wood, where the corpse of the troll will be blocked along with the wood. The witch priest ordered that the corpses should be found and burned, and that they should be disposed of as soon as possible in the simplest way.

After returning to human form, it is the greatest test for Siegel. Hidden in the belly of the troll, there was not much air left, and the icy river water continued to take away his body temperature, and the most terrifying thing was that he didn't dare to move his limbs casually, so he couldn't generate heat to fight the cold. In this case, the smell of this matter has become a trivial matter, and Siegel is engrossed in waiting for an opportunity to get out of trouble.

He knew that sooner or later the opportunity would arise.

With a bang, the trolls crashed into the floating tree trunk again, and that's the moment Siegel was waiting for. He took a deep breath and grabbed the troll's ribs with both hands, jerking it over to the side. It is normal for a corpse to flip over after being hit by a piece of wood. And since the trolls were missing an arm, the reversal would save a lot of effort, and the orcs wouldn't look obtrusive from the riverbank—at least not the bizarre sight of the corpse flipping with its arm.

The troll's belly opens to face underwater, where Siegel is his escape exit. After a full day, a hundred miles of distance, he was finally about to leave the troll's body cavity. With the swimming skills he honed as a seafarer, Siegel glides into the river like the most athletic fish. He could hold his breath for a long time, enough to keep him underwater and swim all the way to shore.

Siegel stayed below the surface until he found a small pier. There is a protruding docking pier, a small platform made of wood, with space more than two feet high below. Siegel surfaced from here, finally able to take a good breath of fresh air.

He heard the sounds of orcs talking on the planks overhead, seemingly discussing the roast rat skewers and female slaves. The makabuta was tight on the outside and loose on the inside, and the orc warlords knew that it was impossible to enforce strict rules within the city, which would make the warriors lose their enthusiasm and make the leaders oppose his rule. Siegel doesn't worry about patrols now, as long as he dresses up in disguise and doesn't let the orcs recognize him as human at first sight. After the sound of conversation overhead had gone away, Siegel sognig up to the dock and announced that he had successfully infiltrated the macabha.