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Chapter 341
chapter 288 part 1
Chapter 287: Grave Pit, Leinas and Imina Both Level 28
Gagaran found the "Herbalist" among the demonkin and, after using herbs and magic to cure the plague toxin on his body, wore a grim expression.
He headed toward the territory of the Blue Maggot Tribe, near the mountain range.
Along the way.
Gagaran saw many goblins. They were in groups of three to five, carrying the corpses of iron ratmen, other demi-human races, or monsters, also heading in the direction of the Blue Maggot Tribe.
As he neared his destination, the number of blue maggots gradually increased. At the same time, a faint, nauseating stench began to permeate the air.
It wasn't emanating from the blue maggots themselves, but from a deeper location.
Gagaran held his breath slightly and continued forward. Most of the blue maggots nodded in greeting when they saw him.
"Lord Gagaran." A respectful female voice came from ahead.
Gagaran looked at the blue maggot walking toward him, remaining silent with a blank expression. It wasn't out of coldness; he just wasn't sure who it was.
Very well.
All blue maggots looked the same to him.
"I am Beibeibei." Beibeibei introduced herself, as if she knew Gagaran couldn't tell them apart.
"If I may ask, Lord Gagaran, where are you headed?"
"The Grave Pit," Gagaran replied.
"I see. Please wait a moment, my clutch-mates are currently feasting," Beibeibei said with understanding, her tone apologetic.
This Lord Gagaran before her was not only powerful, but his status was also equal to the "King." She had to remain respectful.
Gagaran’s expression paused for a moment. "Alright."
The so-called "Grave Pit" was a project started after that mysterious human took control of the Blue Maggot and Pandes tribes. He had them dispatch a portion of their people to dig the pit.
Gagaran couldn't be sure how deep the entire pit was now. He only knew that all the corpses were transported here and then thrown into it.
This looked like food being bestowed upon the Blue Maggot and Pandes tribes.
However.
These demi-human races didn't understand, but Gagaran, who had spent time in the human world, knew what the other party was doing.
Undead!
There were many reasons for the emergence of undead. Gagaran didn't know much about this topic, but having spent so much time in the Baharuth Empire, he knew that after every war with the Re-Estize Kingdom, corpses would be sent to graves and mourned to prevent the dead from turning into undead.
This was especially true for those who died an unnatural death, as their chances of becoming undead were much higher.
That human had constructed the "Grave Pit" and thrown a massive number of demi-human corpses into it. It was highly probable that this was to generate negative energy from these corpses, thereby cultivating undead.
It wasn't just highly probable—it was certain!
Gagaran thought this to himself. Since he was a warrior, he couldn't sense the presence of negative energy. He had specifically asked a magic caster from the demonkin about it.
The other party's response was that they couldn't detect any negative energy either.
Gagaran wasn't sure if the living could sense negative energy, or if it was because the "Grave Pit" hadn't existed long enough. But he knew that over time, it was very likely that powerful undead would truly be born.
That would become a calamity not only for the entire demi-human population, but a calamity for all living beings!
Gagaran had originally wanted to tell the other kings of the demi-human races about this, but he had clearly sensed during this period that the Blue Maggot King and the others were extremely fearful of that human.
Especially since, every so often, the Blue Maggot King and the others would disappear together with that human. This made Gagaran hesitant and uncertain.
Undercurrent Moon.
March 9th.
Two figures lay prone on a mountain ridge. Following their gaze, one could see goblins, ogres, and iron ratmen in the mountain terrain below.
Three demi-human races with vastly different appearances were actually working together, transporting meat and food they had acquired through a transaction with humans.
"Those human traitors!"
"To think they'd do something like this for money," one of the two, a young man, said through gritted teeth.
The middle-aged man beside him, his face weathered by experience, was much calmer. His eyes were fixed on the passing demi-humans below.
If Enri were here, she would surely recognize these two. They were two of the ten people who had purchased the "Regeneration Potion" back then.
The young man, in particular, was the one who had inspected the potion.
"Kaleb, should we go deeper?" the young man asked.
Kaleb shook his head, his small, narrowed eyes filled with seriousness. "This is our limit. If we go any further, we'll definitely be discovered."
They were the elites sent to investigate the cause of the disturbance in the hills, ten people in total.
After entering the hilly region, they had split into pairs to investigate. The Abelion Hills were extremely dangerous, so splitting their forces wasn't a good choice.
It meant that if they encountered danger, their chances of survival would be extremely low. Yet, they had no choice but to do so, as their most important mission was to gather intelligence.
Everyone was aware that they might die on this mission!
"Have you noticed anything unusual?" Kaleb suddenly asked in a low voice.
"These different demi-humans..." the young man began to whisper, but was cut off before he could finish.
"Not the abnormality of the demi-humans, but the environment." Kaleb looked up slightly, gazing at the clear, cloudless sky.
"Have you noticed? Ever since we entered the hills, the weather has been unusually good, even a bit hot. This kind of weather shouldn't be happening in this season and month."
Hearing this, the young man was stunned, not understanding why Kaleb would be concerned about the weather at a time like this.
"Alright."
"The weather here is indeed a bit too good. It hasn't even rained once. However, Mr. Kaleb, I personally feel that our focus shouldn't be on this right now."
The young man whispered, his gaze falling to the last squad of demi-humans transporting goods below.
"We have limited intelligence so far. We need to personally ask these ugly-looking demi-humans."
Kaleb also looked over, understanding the young man's meaning. "Alright."
*Shwa! Shwa!*
The gray, raincoat-like cloaks draped over their bodies slowly began to turn transparent, and the two men vanished along with them.
The cloak was a magic item that possessed the second-tier ability "Invisibility." In addition, their boots could eliminate the sound of footsteps, and the magic ring on their hands could eliminate their scent.
In short, all the equipment on their bodies was specially provided to them by Her Majesty, the Holy Princess to complete this mission.
"Silence!"
Suddenly, an invisible wave of magic power spread out.
The ogre at the very front had yet to react to what was happening when Kaleb's figure appeared out of thin air to its right.
The short sword pierced the air.
It accurately plunged into the armpit of the ogre's weapon-wielding right arm, followed by a forceful twist.
"Aaargh!"
The ogre let out a painful howl, subconsciously releasing its weapon and raising its arm.
Chapter 287: Grave Pit, Leinas and Imina Both Level 28
Gagaran found the "Herbalist" among the demonkin and, after using herbs and magic to cure the plague toxin on his body, wore a grim expression.
He headed toward the territory of the Blue Maggot Tribe, near the mountain range.
Along the way.
Gagaran saw many goblins. They were in groups of three to five, carrying the corpses of iron ratmen, other demi-human races, or monsters, also heading in the direction of the Blue Maggot Tribe.
As he neared his destination, the number of blue maggots gradually increased. At the same time, a faint, nauseating stench began to permeate the air.
It wasn't emanating from the blue maggots themselves, but from a deeper location.
Gagaran held his breath slightly and continued forward. Most of the blue maggots nodded in greeting when they saw him.
"Lord Gagaran." A respectful female voice came from ahead.
Gagaran looked at the blue maggot walking toward him, remaining silent with a blank expression. It wasn't out of coldness; he just wasn't sure who it was.
Very well.
All blue maggots looked the same to him.
"I am Beibeibei." Beibeibei introduced herself, as if she knew Gagaran couldn't tell them apart.
"If I may ask, Lord Gagaran, where are you headed?"
"The Grave Pit," Gagaran replied.
"I see. Please wait a moment, my clutch-mates are currently feasting," Beibeibei said with understanding, her tone apologetic.
This Lord Gagaran before her was not only powerful, but his status was also equal to the "King." She had to remain respectful.
Gagaran’s expression paused for a moment. "Alright."
The so-called "Grave Pit" was a project started after that mysterious human took control of the Blue Maggot and Pandes tribes. He had them dispatch a portion of their people to dig the pit.
Gagaran couldn't be sure how deep the entire pit was now. He only knew that all the corpses were transported here and then thrown into it.
This looked like food being bestowed upon the Blue Maggot and Pandes tribes.
However.
These demi-human races didn't understand, but Gagaran, who had spent time in the human world, knew what the other party was doing.
Undead!
There were many reasons for the emergence of undead. Gagaran didn't know much about this topic, but having spent so much time in the Baharuth Empire, he knew that after every war with the Re-Estize Kingdom, corpses would be sent to graves and mourned to prevent the dead from turning into undead.
This was especially true for those who died an unnatural death, as their chances of becoming undead were much higher.
That human had constructed the "Grave Pit" and thrown a massive number of demi-human corpses into it. It was highly probable that this was to generate negative energy from these corpses, thereby cultivating undead.
It wasn't just highly probable—it was certain!
Gagaran thought this to himself. Since he was a warrior, he couldn't sense the presence of negative energy. He had specifically asked a magic caster from the demonkin about it.
The other party's response was that they couldn't detect any negative energy either.
Gagaran wasn't sure if the living could sense negative energy, or if it was because the "Grave Pit" hadn't existed long enough. But he knew that over time, it was very likely that powerful undead would truly be born.
That would become a calamity not only for the entire demi-human population, but a calamity for all living beings!
Gagaran had originally wanted to tell the other kings of the demi-human races about this, but he had clearly sensed during this period that the Blue Maggot King and the others were extremely fearful of that human.
Especially since, every so often, the Blue Maggot King and the others would disappear together with that human. This made Gagaran hesitant and uncertain.
Undercurrent Moon.
March 9th.
Two figures lay prone on a mountain ridge. Following their gaze, one could see goblins, ogres, and iron ratmen in the mountain terrain below.
Three demi-human races with vastly different appearances were actually working together, transporting meat and food they had acquired through a transaction with humans.
"Those human traitors!"
"To think they'd do something like this for money," one of the two, a young man, said through gritted teeth.
The middle-aged man beside him, his face weathered by experience, was much calmer. His eyes were fixed on the passing demi-humans below.
If Enri were here, she would surely recognize these two. They were two of the ten people who had purchased the "Regeneration Potion" back then.
The young man, in particular, was the one who had inspected the potion.
"Kaleb, should we go deeper?" the young man asked.
Kaleb shook his head, his small, narrowed eyes filled with seriousness. "This is our limit. If we go any further, we'll definitely be discovered."
They were the elites sent to investigate the cause of the disturbance in the hills, ten people in total.
After entering the hilly region, they had split into pairs to investigate. The Abelion Hills were extremely dangerous, so splitting their forces wasn't a good choice.
It meant that if they encountered danger, their chances of survival would be extremely low. Yet, they had no choice but to do so, as their most important mission was to gather intelligence.
Everyone was aware that they might die on this mission!
"Have you noticed anything unusual?" Kaleb suddenly asked in a low voice.
"These different demi-humans..." the young man began to whisper, but was cut off before he could finish.
"Not the abnormality of the demi-humans, but the environment." Kaleb looked up slightly, gazing at the clear, cloudless sky.
"Have you noticed? Ever since we entered the hills, the weather has been unusually good, even a bit hot. This kind of weather shouldn't be happening in this season and month."
Hearing this, the young man was stunned, not understanding why Kaleb would be concerned about the weather at a time like this.
"Alright."
"The weather here is indeed a bit too good. It hasn't even rained once. However, Mr. Kaleb, I personally feel that our focus shouldn't be on this right now."
The young man whispered, his gaze falling to the last squad of demi-humans transporting goods below.
"We have limited intelligence so far. We need to personally ask these ugly-looking demi-humans."
Kaleb also looked over, understanding the young man's meaning. "Alright."
*Shwa! Shwa!*
The gray, raincoat-like cloaks draped over their bodies slowly began to turn transparent, and the two men vanished along with them.
The cloak was a magic item that possessed the second-tier ability "Invisibility." In addition, their boots could eliminate the sound of footsteps, and the magic ring on their hands could eliminate their scent.
In short, all the equipment on their bodies was specially provided to them by Her Majesty, the Holy Princess to complete this mission.
"Silence!"
Suddenly, an invisible wave of magic power spread out.
The ogre at the very front had yet to react to what was happening when Kaleb's figure appeared out of thin air to its right.
The short sword pierced the air.
It accurately plunged into the armpit of the ogre's weapon-wielding right arm, followed by a forceful twist.
"Aaargh!"
The ogre let out a painful howl, subconsciously releasing its weapon and raising its arm.
