Chapter 226: Bursting Pandemic (1/2)
[This is something I heard about in the guest room of the Tunaya castle.]
[Traces of an undead horde at Sotimi, a border region of the Silver Eagle Duchy were found a day ago, and contact was lost with the sacred corps dispatched to the area by the Brilliant White Church for suppression.]
[Afterwards, the border garrison had become silent after sending a report that ‘undead numbers are wildly rising’, and the garrison is assumed to be lost.]
[In the first place, the Brilliant White Church didn’t station too many of their sacred corps Tunaya. Their archbishop in Tunaya had now formally extended a request for help towards Horan, liege of Tunaya and the Silver Eagle Duke.]
[He conveyed his wishes that Horan, who had good ties with the Temple of Glory and is himself a believer of Kratos, the God of War to persuade the Temple, so that they would help cull the undead.]
[However, the chief priest of Tunaya’s Temple of Glory who had rushed to the castle refused Horan’s request for aid, revealing that present circumstances do not bode well for the Temple of Glory either.]
[It turned out that three days ago, a violent landslide had occurred at Kristoff Mountains and part of the Wailing Trail of the North, south of Tunaya. Mud and rock had drowned several villages at the foot of the mountain.]
[Believers of Kratos who survived informed the Temple of Glory about the situation, who naturally didn’t refuse them and sent their own sacred corps to investigate the Kristoff Mountains.]
[However, contact was lost with the recon force as well. However, the three-stripped warrior who was leading them sent a short message back through his sacred crest back to the Temple, informing them that they had run into a massive monster they could not defeat.]
[Said creature is an undead dragon.]
[Even if it’s dead and had been resurrected as an undead, it is still a dragon—its breath melts armor and anything it slays would be reduced to its slaves. Even the most dangerous of magical creatures would not have the courage to face its claws!]
[In summary, Tunaya is now caught in between two calamities. The situation is dire, and what few minor churches that had kindly sent aid to wipe out the tide of undead failed.]
[It is hard to believe, but the other religions had more or less suffered great losses in the North, and not even one out of ten champions survived the onslaught.]
[To every Player reading this post, if you would offer your strength for the Church of Games, come to the Silver Eagle Castle through the Lifestone so that our fellowship could walk beneath the sun with honor without needing to hide and fear capture!]
[I’m waiting for you here!]
***
The post wasn’t too long and the words were neither kind nor encouraging. Angora was basically relaying what he had heard in the Silver Eagle Castle to other Players, pushing them a little in closing… and that was it.
Naturally, fervent supporters of Angora such as Vela didn’t hesitate to pick up their weapons and teleport to Tunaya immediately.
Meanwhile, the other Players were hesitating.
There was nothing scary about a few normal undead, but most children had grown up hearing legends about dragons, and those creatures were synonymous with power.