Chapter 824: Chapter 545, Searching for the Undead
A few people were walking through the snowy field.
Their footsteps crunched on the snow beneath them.
Old Keli looked back at the group and adjusted his hat that had been blown askew by the cold wind.
“You want to see the Undead? Those Skeleton frames?”
From Old Keli’s words, it could be heard.
There must be the presence of the Undead around Pruell City, otherwise a hunter like him wouldn’t be so certain about the Undead and Skeletons.
And in the hearts of the investigation team, they felt both delighted and somewhat worried.
They were happy because this trip had not been in vain, being able to find news about the Undead meant that both the Hall of Justice and the Church would award them some merit.
For Xu Haide, it was an even more significant accomplishment, a feat he could use in his competition for the position of Archbishop.
At the same time, they worried about the real possibility of Unidentified Undead appearing around the Human Clan territories.
Could it be that, like the Dwarf’s Eight Peaks Mountain, they would also face an attack from the Undead?
“Yes, we just want to take a look,” Xu Haide said.
Old Keli nodded, “It’s not close from here, make sure you’re ready.”
“No problem, we’ve prepared everything we need, just as long as we can see the Undead.”
“All right!” Old Keli agreed, his stride not stopping as he led the group through the snowy grounds.
Xu Haide spoke a few words in a low voice with the others.
They quickened their pace and continued asking Old Keli, “Mr. Old Keli, when did these Undead appear?”
The cold wind was biting, and Old Keli obviously didn’t feel like talking.
But when Xu Haide took out a Gold Coin and placed it in his hand, he finally spoke, “About half a year ago, a merchant caravan discovered the Undead.”
Half a year ago!
Xu Haide nodded.
Half a year ago coincided closely with the time when the transmigrator arrived.
It was very possible, just as he had surmised, that the Undead were related to Fang Hao.
Finding the location of the Undead could be considered a great achievement upon his return.
If the scale of the Undead was large enough to pose a threat to both the Federation and the Church, and he resolved the issue, becoming the next Archbishop would be his for the taking.
In just a moment, Xu Haide had thought of much.
He had already envisioned himself becoming Archbishop, sitting on the highest seat of the Church.
A smile couldn’t help but appear on his face.
“Are there many of the Undead? Do they have any special characteristics, like quarrying or logging or anything like that?” Xu Haide continued to inquire.
Old Keli, holding his hat, continued on his way.
He answered, “There aren’t many of them. Logging? What do they need to log for, to build houses? Those things don’t feel the cold.”
“Not many? That can’t be right!”
“You hope there’s more? If there were many, there would have been chaos by now. These kinds of Undead are easy to run into around here. It’s only you nobles who find it exotic. We hunters come across them often. They’re not dangerous and they don’t attack the surrounding villages. They are much easier to deal with than bandits,” Old Keli continued.
The others listened silently and didn’t say anything further.
They weren’t real nobles, and they had fought the Undead head on.
They naturally knew that places tainted with darkness were prone to the emergence of the Undead.
But what they were looking for were not these stray, wild Undead.
Xu Haide and the others stopped talking and simply followed behind Old Keli as they continued their journey.
With this old hunter leading the way, the journey was indeed much smoother.
They followed the easier paths.
They traveled until they arrived at the gates of the Tauren fortress.
One by one, Tauren stuck their heads out from the wall above.
They glared with wide eyes, staring down at the group of humans below.
When they saw Old Keli leading the way, the tightly shut gates slowly opened, and a group of tall Tauren with exaggerated muscles, clad in Plate Armor and holding huge double-bladed axes, came out.
“It’s you guys again, are you looking for death?” the leading Tauren snorted white breath from his nostrils and said in a deep voice.
The faces of Xu Haide and his companions immediately turned sour.
Old Keli, however, stepped forward and pulled the leading Tauren aside, whispering to him.
The Tauren frequently glanced in their direction, seemingly confirming something.
After a short while, the two returned.
Old Keli said, “Give me some money.”
“Oh,” Xu Haide produced several Gold Coins.
Old Keli took them and handed the money to the Tauren.
The Tauren weighed them in his hand and said, “Alright, they’re not a threat, open the gates and let them through.”
The gates were fully opened.
Old Keli led the group through the gates, into the territory of the Orcs.
Xu Haide and his companions followed behind in a daze.
So that was it, they had just passed through?
Last time you were so fixated; we thought there was some major issue inside.
And now a few Gold Coins get us through?
If it was about money, why didn’t you say so earlier?
…
Along the way.
From morning until afternoon.
They encountered nothing on their way, just endless stretches of white snow.
The group was exhausted in body and spirit, hungry and cold.
Frozen snot hung like icicles from their noses.
At this point, no one thought it was a worthwhile task anymore, and they all hoped to return as soon as possible.
If they continued to freeze like this, someone might actually die.
“We’re here, we’re here, that’s the group of Undead over there,” Old Keli called out, pointing ahead.
The group’s spirits were instantly lifted, and they quickened their pace, looking in the direction Old Keli indicated.
In the distance, there was a ruin covered with broken stones.
The snow had buried many traces, but it was still evident that this place was once a manor.
It was unknown why, but the buildings of the old site had been dismantled.
Even the surrounding walls were left with only a short section standing.
Amidst the ruins wandered hundreds of Skeletons.