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The forest had been silent for a long time. There were no animals, no intelligent beings, only strangely pale trees with wisps of white mist drifting among them.
A closer look revealed what the mist was—
The deathly aura of the undead!
Clack, clack—
Squads of skeletal creatures roamed the forest at will, wandering without purpose. They were much like the creatures that had appeared during the Undead Calamity in the Wizard World, except the undead here were far stronger.
The threads of black light and blood-red color glinting on their pale bones made one thing clear: not a single one of these undead creatures could be taken lightly.
Among them were Undead Knights and even high-ranking undead such as Wraiths. Their auras were immensely powerful, at least on par with Third-Level Demons.
Now, as leaders, they seemed to be directing their skeleton soldiers in a search.
"My lord, we still haven't found any trace of Ailusha Shukaleto. The last place she was seen was the grassland ahead!"
A monster that looked stitched together from corpses spoke. It gave off a terrible stench, and pus oozed from its body. This was an Abomination, a mid-tier undead species.
Abominations were beings created by necromancers, Liches, or other high-ranking undead. Taking the soul of an intelligent being as their foundation, their creators forced deathly energy into it, then used stitching and reconstruction techniques to produce this peculiar creature.
They could also be called war machines.
"Still nothing? Keep searching. She is one of our lord's vessels. She must not escape our lord's control. Find her!" The speaker was an Undead Knight who appeared to have once been a Forest Fairy. Her face was pale,