"If I say that I can bring out something that this world doesn't have, and that its existence is enough to change the structure of the entire continent, will Madam believe me?"
Many suddenly asked.
"Yes, why wouldn't she believe me?"
Madam's reply caused Many to be slightly stunned, and then they fell into silence.
A bird's cry suddenly sounded in the camp.
The trolls on the outskirts of the campsite stood up abruptly and pointed their steel spears forward, preparing for battle. Many of them rolled over and stood up. However, they were not in a hurry to find out what was going on. Instead, they respectfully extended their hands to help their wives stand up gracefully. When Zaliya opened her sleepy eyes, they turned around and looked out of the campsite.
The Trolls who sounded the alarm had already made a tactical gesture. Their bodies were very low, but they didn't gather together or gather together. Instead, they maintained a seemingly loose arc formation.
Yuna saw Many walking over, and pointed to the front without saying anything.
Many didn't even need to look to know what was happening outside the camp.
It was a group of undead.
They looked the same as the ones Many had encountered before. They were all wearing tattered leather or plate armor, and they walked silently in the pitch-black forest.
There were about thirty to forty undead in this group. What surprised Many was that their eyes didn't seem to be dull. Instead, they seemed to be alive, and they could even avoid the obstacles in front of them. They even stretched out their hands to push away the branches that were in their way.
Their greyish-white eyes flashed with a faint light. They were like the army that had fought against the Church of Lambas. When they walked, they strictly followed a relatively neat formation. Come to think of it, they looked more like they were … patrolling!
Coincidentally, they were advancing in the direction of Many's camp, and their direction was not biased. If they didn't turn, they would pass straight through the camp.
Yuna raised her steel spear, and the Troll Warriors also prepared to attack. However, all of this was stopped by Many who raised their hands.
Many was more confident in Madam's barrier than anyone else.
The undead seemed to have vision that ordinary people couldn't match in the dark. At this moment, they looked like a small team that had gone through training. Under the leadership of two "captains", they arrived in front of Many and the Trolls.
As expected, they didn't seem to find anything.
The Trolls held their breaths. Even though they knew that even if they didn't do so, they wouldn't be able to detect them, it was still hard for them to watch as the enemy walked past them a few meters away.
The leader of the undead wore a helmet of a style that many had never seen before. He walked straight past many of the undead, and the hilt of the sword on his waist almost poked into many of their bodies. However, none of the undead noticed anything strange.
It was also the first time that many of them were observing the "living" undead up close with the help of the illusory enchantment. Their walking posture was not sluggish or stiff. Apart from the appearance of the undead, they did not seem to be as weak as the undead recorded in the history books.
When the leader of the zombies reached the end of the camp, he made an indescribable sound from his throat. It sounded like he was speaking another language. The zombies that followed him changed their formation. Obviously, they had their own language!
This was a big discovery.
The undead had never needed to communicate, but now they had begun to communicate like normal people. What did this mean?
It meant that they had developed a rather complete independent intelligence!
The group of undead walked past the bonfire without any expression on their faces. They turned a blind eye to the blazing fire. Madam Vasaki and Salia stood quietly by the bonfire, watching them walk past them. They didn't even look at them.
Salia suddenly pointed at the undead at the back of the group and said, "Brother!
He dropped one of his shoes! "
This scene made Salia laugh heartily. However, it also made Yuna and the others quiver. After all, they had been watching the undead walk past them without making a sound. At this moment, Salia's voice was really not soft, and it was exceptionally clear in the forest. Hence, the Trolls who had been tense all this while raised their steel spears in reflex.
The madam waved her hand to indicate that there was no need to be nervous. As expected, the stupid undead found his shoe and hastily put it on his withered foot that was missing a few toes. He ran a few steps to catch up with the group. When he returned to the group, the leader said something to him, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to reply. Then, he gradually disappeared from the sight of many people.