The one who spotted Valeera was a mage, the only breathing human in the caravan.
Valeera was fast. The instant she was discovered, she locked onto the black-robed mage.
Valeera was a level four stealth class practitioner with extensive combat experience. Among those of her level, she ranked among the best.
Stealth, Sprint, Garrote. She unleashed the entire combo on the black-robed mage.
In their head-on clash, Valeera gave the black-robed mage no time to react.
Her blade rose and fell, and the black-robed mage's body hit the ground along with his head.
After the black-robed mage died, the six living dead accompanying the caravan let out piercing wails in unison. Moments later, their bodies collapsed and spontaneously combusted, disappearing without a trace.
Valeera stuffed the black-robed mage's corpse into the ice coffin, leaving him to share the cramped space with Ricky for now.
Once everything was tidied up, reason told Valeera she had to get this news to Southshore immediately.
Those six creatures that did not breathe were simply too bizarre. Valeera had never seen such strange magic.
Had these humans sacrificed themselves to become living dead, or had some spell resurrected them?
If dead bodies could all be resurrected as living dead like these, how terrifying would that be?
At that thought, Valeera could not help shivering.
It was late at night. Valeera brought over the horse she had bought at the relay station and hitched it to the front of the carriage alongside the others.
Under cover of darkness, Valeera drove the carriage toward Southshore at a brisk pace.
At daybreak, Valeera could already see Southshore from the main road.
Yet Southshore was shrouded in haze, and the smell of smoke hung in the air.
What on earth happened?
Valeera met up with Ellen in the little