Chapter 94 Anne Georgia’s Determination (1/2)

Darian slowly opened his eyes.

Dark skies and white fog surrounded him. The Death Knight silently scanned the area as he caressed his horse's mane below him. Nightmare, his horse, felt his touch and neighed softly in response.

It was said that an undead's world was colorless. When they chose to abandon their fleshy husk and enter eternal life, they also forsook their ability to witness the beautiful world. No matter how brilliant or extravagant the color was, it was only black and white in the eyes of an undead. Also, this was the reason why the undead were always so bloodthirsty and aggressive. In their eyes, nothing was worth remembering or cherishing anymore — only death and destruction could give them the feeling of superiority.

Darian was once a knight belonging to the border army of the Country of Darkness. He had violated the military rules and was forced to flee the country before settling down in this desolate valley.

For two hundred years he had been wandering around this valley. To most humans, this was a very long time, but Darian knew that with regards to other 'immortal' undead, two centuries was nothing but a fleeting moment.

It was still too early for him to go back to the Country of Darkness. If he went back now, he would've probably gotten himself a death sentence.

Must I stay in this desolate place forever?

In the beginning, Darian asked himself this question repeatedly. But after a while, he found himself no longer caring about these trivial matters anymore. Ever since becoming an undead, his human desires slowly faded away, and so did his flesh. His concept of time, loneliness, and needs completely disappeared. From a certain point of view, the undead were like puppets with consciousness.

Darian was an exception though; he still retained some of his human emotions which was why he was able to violate the order from his superiors.

Darian trembled slightly.

He could sense the aura of his subordinates, the Giant Skeletons, weaken. It was an unusual situation that had never happened before ever since he stepped into the Silent Plateau. These Giant Skeletons didn't originate from the Country of Darkness, instead, Darian tamed the 'native species' of undead after arriving here. Although their strength wasn't even one-tenth of the Skeleton Guards in the Country of Darkness, he was confident that no one would be able to rival them in this desolate place.

But now, something was wrong.

A surge of magical energy spread in the air.

Darian turned around and saw thunderbolts falling from the sky.

Someone is attacking!!

Darian immediately turned vigilant. He picked up his lance and a giant shield by the side before shutting the visor over his face. Then, he pulled Nightmare's reins and steered it towards the battlefield.

As a high-level undead with consciousness, he could easily detect the chaotic magical surges in the air. Just like a raging tidal wave in the ocean, it smashed into his dormant heart that had been dead since a long time ago.

Huh, a Mage? A middle-circle Mage? Were they people sent by the Country of Darkness to kill me?

An alarm rang in his mind, but it soon disappeared. He was just a minor figure in the army who didn't know any military secret. The Country of Darkness wouldn't send an assassin just to kill someone like him.

Then there are the undead mages, but they wouldn't have this kind of power...

It's the aura of the living...

Is it an adventurer?

Darian felt somewhat nervous, but at the same time, he was feeling eager. As an undead, he derived satisfaction from slaying the living — watching their flame of life gradually fade away brought him joy and happiness comparable to living beings giving birth to a new life.

Darian was no exception.

Nightmare began to gallop towards the direction of the disturbance.

It's coming!!

Anne stood in the middle of the valley with a focused expression. The little figure's eyes met the gaze of the monster in the darkness. For someone who even smiled in the face of danger, Anne sported a serious expression.

It wasn't because she was afraid; rather, the aura of the dead always brought an uncomfortable sensation to the living.