With Anbi still unconscious, the group took a little longer on the return journey.
Still, they made it back to camp before night fell again.
After returning the packhorse to the groom and walking over to the central campfire, Tang Qi discovered that Old David was still stabbing the living corpse that refused to die with his pitchfork.
"Grr... grr..."
He dared not stop for even a moment, afraid that the corpse, whose mouth made bubbling, gurgling noises, would suddenly recover, break free of its restraints, and wreak havoc throughout the camp.
Tang Qi estimated that at least five hours had passed since they left camp.
Were the Necromancer's zombies really this hard to kill?
[Undying Tenacity] did not mean they would keep kicking forever.
It was a matter of probability.
It depended on the Necromancer's abilities and a certain amount of luck.
"Did this fellow take the [Luck] feat while he was alive?"
Tang Qi stepped closer to examine the Mercenary's mangled corpse.
But if he had really been that lucky, he would not have died on the journey home.
Gravel could not help suggesting:
"Why not bring this fellow to Dragon Gold City too? There are bound to be some twisted mages willing to pay for an unkillable corpse to study."
"Please don't do that."
Only when offering her opinion to the group did Dawn project her voice into everyone's ears.
"I can feel his pain. His soul is tormented, but the obsession in his heart won't let him die."
She quietly knelt beside the living corpse and gently placed her right hand on the Mercenary's chest.
The steel helmet covered her nonexistent head, making her look like a truly compassionate knight.
Considering that they had only two bottles of [Restoration Gel] left, Tang Qi wanted to remind