Chapter 531 Infection

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Volume 2 [Dark Tide] Chapter 531 Infection

Nora didn't know that she was marked with a magic mark, and she didn't know that she had led a team from the Kingdom of Karen into the secluded place of the ethnic group. She just wanted to escape from the camp as soon as possible and go back to see her mother and elders.

She walked through the forest all night with both hands and feet. Nora's night vision eyes allowed Nora to clearly identify the surrounding scenery. After sunrise, the tired Nora finally entered the territory of the group.

It is said to be a territory, but it is actually just a temporary refuge after countless migrations. The "territory", which is indistinguishable from the surrounding woodland, does not have any man-made buildings. If it weren't for the "tents" woven with leaves in the surrounding forests to keep out the rain, no one would think that there are people living here.

In fact, more than 200 people of Nora's tribe live within this woodland with a radius of no more than 300 meters.

After Nora entered the woodland, she could see many tribesmen turned their heads to look at her, their eyes were mostly numb and calm. No one here has had a full meal, and the long-term hunger has made everyone almost skinny. Some people even started to lose their teeth due to malnutrition before the age of forty. Their clothes were tattered, and most of them chose to drape animal skins directly on their bodies to keep out the rain.

"Nora's back? Did you find any food?"

Nora, who finally saw her mother, breathed a sigh of relief, but faced with her question, Nora could only shake her head and answer: "I'm sorry Mom, I was busy on my way back and couldn't find food."

Their language is different from the lingua franca, but if you identify them carefully, there are actually some similarities in some syllables, which are obviously the product of evolution after a long period of geographical isolation. However, Nora and most of the tribe have never been in contact with "human beings" since they were born, so they don't know the difference.

"Oh, that's how it is…"

Nora's heart ached for her mother's dimmed eyes. She had a younger brother before, but since the younger brother was born, the living conditions of the ethnic group have become worse and worse.

In the past three years, the number of times I have been able to eat meat can be counted on the fingers. Last year, I finally died because I couldn't survive the winter. This was a great blow to my mother. She was not yet 40 years old, but her face was haggard, as if she had already aged.

Nora couldn't help but think of the bowl of hot broth. If my younger brother could eat such food, I'm afraid he would still survive...

Unable to settle, they have forgotten how to farm, and most of them can only rely on sour wild fruits and mushrooms to satisfy their hunger. The hunting team in the clan used to be quite strong, but in recent years they often went without returning, and now it has been reduced to the limit. Nora believes that if a few more adult men who can hunt die, then the rest of the clan will die. These old and weak women and children will completely lose hope of living.

But how to change this situation?

She didn't know, maybe only the elders knew.

Thinking of her experience of escaping from the dead, she hurried to the central location of the ethnic group's resident to look for the "elder". The so-called "elders" also live in "tents" in trees. There is no strict hierarchy here either. After climbing up the tree trunk, Nora called out her name outside the "tent", and after getting a response, she bowed her waist and climbed in.

The elder's name is Luther, and his appearance is quite different from other clansmen - the biggest difference is that the elder does not have the tail, but has a few more pairs of horns on the top of his head, and he is taller.

There are still some people in the clan who have no tails like the elders, but many of them died because they were too old to survive the winter. The elder is the youngest among them, but he is still in his nineties today. His gray hair and sagging skin all show the fact that he is getting older.

"Nora, what's the matter?"

Elder Luther slowly opened his eyes. Most of the time, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. He only came out to preside over the distribution of prey when the hunting team returned.

Nora didn't dare to hesitate, and honestly told her story, but after she finished speaking, she felt that the elder's expression was a bit dignified...

"Elder?"

"Now go and notify everyone that we are going to transfer."

"Uh, Elder, why is that—"

"go immediately!"

Elder Luther's face darkened. After being in exile in Tasman for so many years, it is not uncommon to find this kind of method after deliberately letting go. If qualified hunters will definitely not return to the group rashly, but there are not enough hunters now, so they can only recruit these younger generations with fair physical fitness. To add to the front line, I didn't expect to meet someone who shouldn't be provoked by such a coincidence...

He knew the relationship between the Tasman undead and the "lamb", so he also understood that a guy who could "magic" couldn't be messed with. For now, I can only escape here quickly...

"Maybe...can't escape anymore?"

He knew that only two hundred old, weak, women and children were not qualified to fight anyone, but thinking of the reason why he changed from a human being to what he is now, he couldn't help but think again about the choice he had been hesitating for a long time...

But the sudden screams made him stunned.

"ah--"

He jumped out of the tent suddenly, and found a figure rushing in all around the forest!

The cold sweat that hadn't been seen for many years drenched his back almost instantly, and the increasing rain made his hands and feet feel cold——Nora, who had just stepped out of the tent, was also dumbstruck. She watched a group of tall and strong men in armor seem to come from a nightmare Appeared in the middle of the night, and rushed into the camp like this, causing a lot of screams...

The hunting team was on their way out at this time, and those who stayed here basically had no fighting power to speak of. The ones who are a little stronger, apart from Elder Luther and five or six hunters of the older generation, are only young women of Nora's level left.

When the rest of the barbarian soldiers faced the two-meter-high barbarian soldiers, they basically had no time to resist and were ripped off the tree like sacks. Their instinctive resistance fell on the armor, which had no other effect except causing "clinking" noises.

The sound of horseshoes from the other direction of the camp made Elder Luther even more desperate to escape. Even if ten or twenty escaped, they would die in the dangerous jungle sooner or later. What is the difference between this and not fleeing?

All these years of hiding in Tibet, seeing that all his lives would be lost here today, Luther couldn't help but have the idea of ​​"fight to the death"—he roared, and his originally flaccid and thin body suddenly swelled under the action of some force Suddenly, the body has grown from the original 1.8 meters to about 2.5 meters.

"Magic!"

The three pairs of horns on the top of the head also expanded more than ten centimeters outward. The steel-like muscles and the bony plate armor on the shoulders made him extremely imposing. The nails on both hands were half a meter long. Sickle!

It was the first time for Nora to see the elder attacking with all her strength, and she was stunned by this formidable appearance, and a kind of confidence that "the enemy is dead" suddenly arose in her heart.

And Luther was indeed tough. He rushed towards Erwin, the tallest among the barbarian soldiers, and hit the shield with a "bang" blow, and the second and third blows that were as fast as lightning hit Erwin's bra. After the sound of "bang bang bang", the huge Erwin was knocked out and flew out, and he got up in disgrace after rolling several times...

"Bah! If it wasn't for the boss not letting anyone kill someone, damn it..."

His cursing words were barbarian colloquial, and Luther couldn't understand them at all, so the elder continued to lead five or six old hunters who had also transformed to rush towards the barbarian soldiers' lines—but within a few steps, they came one after another. The arrow flew towards them.

The sound of the arrow tearing through the air made Nora's legs a little weak. She already realized that she had brought disaster to the whole family, but there was no room for recovery in the current situation. She wanted to run away, but after taking two steps back, she was blocked by the sharp-eared elf who had been chasing after her...

"I fight with you!"

She wanted to resist hysterically, but facing Nata's proficient joint skills, she was defeated after three moves without training, and was directly pressed to the ground to subdue her. The desperate Nora tried to raise her head to look at Elder Luther, but only saw his last resistance—

In fact, this is not a "fight" at all. After releasing energy, Rody's "Force Field Impact Arrow" directly blasted out several elders who had turned into demons. The "Binding of the Wind" tied up all the guys in the field of vision who tried to escape or resist one by one...

This kind of existence with no equipment, no magic, and no force value is basically not much different from a scarecrow in the eyes of Melinsera. The ten necromancers even freely used arcane skills to trap the fleeing guys. Among them, only Akasha walked gracefully on the battlefield, occasionally raised her hand to cast spells, but was treating the seriously injured "foreign species".

After all, Rody ordered that no one should die as much as possible, and the barbarian soldiers were sometimes prone to accidental casualties if they couldn't hold back.

In less than ten minutes, there were only sobs and groans left in the entire battle. Luther's forehead was bleeding, and his body had returned to its original thin and thin appearance. He was panting heavily and knelt on the ground as Erwin held him down, his spirit even more sluggish than before.

What will greet me... Imprisonment? Kill directly? Or transformed into undead?

Who is this in front of you? Humanity? But do humans know magic? Or are they all undead?

He didn't know the answer in his mind, the only thing he knew was that he and his clansmen would die in the end, and the grief and indignation in his heart was hard to conceal. But when that imposing figure with a short bow walked up to him, he saw him staring at the top of his head in a daze for a long time.

Just when he was wondering about the other party's intentions, that cold gaze had moved to his face:

"Are you the leader? Tell me...how did you get infected?"

Rody frowned and asked this sentence, then realized the language problem, and asked another sentence: "Do you understand what I said?"

After the words fell, Elder Luther trembled like chaff.

Both humans and undead in Tasman use Blinga language. Although Luther has been separated from human society for decades, he can recognize this slightly strange lingua franca—and what excites him is not Roddy's accent, but It is the information in the other party's words...

"You, how do you know about the 'infection'?!"

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