Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 761: 356: Realm of the Dead (Part 2)

Chapter 761: Chapter 356: Realm of the Dead (Part 2)

David sighed and continued, “The third scenario is where their fate is unknown, and the person completely disappears. I speculate that perhaps the undead devoured them entirely, leaving not even skin or bones, or maybe they were transformed into fellow vampires.”

At the end, the second son of the Master of Thorns furrowed his brow.

“Mr. Leon, is there any way for someone who has been transformed into a vampire to return to their original state?” David clutched the parapet and asked in a solemn voice.

Everyone present fell silent, fully understanding why David, eager to find his father, asked this question.

After pondering for a while, Leon finally replied tactfully to everyone, “I would like to speak privately with Lord David.”

The others tactfully excused themselves.

Once they were alone, Leon turned to David and answered,

“If Lord Eriv has truly been transformed into a vampire undead, I have a way to free him from that state….”

Upon hearing this, David’s face lit up with excitement, but it was quickly replaced with shock by Leon’s next words.

“The prerequisite is… Count Eriv must first truly die once…”

The allied forces did not stay long in Oerheim.

The Avalon Knights joined forces with over a hundred members of the stationed Holy War Army in Oerhardt. Once nearly seven hundred troops rested and were reorganized, they prepared their supplies and were ready to set off.

Before departing, Leon finally had Kovis activate the tracking rune.

Once Acro sensed the vampire that escaped that day fleeing toward the Roslava Territory, providing a clear direction, Leon gathered the troops to set out that very day.

Although it seemed like a risky endeavor, he was not overly worried.

Under his command were elite troops fully armored, with combat power far exceeding that of several thousand regular troops, even though they numbered less than a thousand.

Not to mention, with a hundred Heroic Spirits and the War Giant Beast Callisto in his pocket, there was no need for supplies.

Along with Olivia and his own leadership, warriors like Lokhak, David, and the rangers, he feared not facing a massive undead army in combat during this southward expedition.

He was accustomed to venturing deep into the undead corpse sea to capture and conquer towns. Moreover, without the magic support of the Eternal Night Cloud now, the undead were much weaker, and fighting the undead had long been the specialty of the Holy War Alliance.

With well-rested spirits, the fully mounted Holy War Army advanced quickly.

With Death Claw and Kovis riding the Stormhawk in turns to scout, the aerial view of flying war beasts far exceeded that of ordinary light cavalry scouts. The entire army traveled along the Kingdom Road of Kantadar, swiftly eliminating wandering Corpse Ghosts blocking their way.

With nearly a thousand warhorses and supply wagons, they crossed the southern Wogton County in just one day, continuously penetrating deeper according to the guidance of the rune magic, reaching an unseen part of the south in the past.

Before nightfall, Leon surveyed the surrounding terrain from the sky, estimated the marching distance, and inferred that the troops should have entered the territory of Morag County further south.

“Such vast fertile fields are all abandoned, what a pity…”

Riding on Death Claw, Leon looked down at the land below, witnessing the apocalyptic scene of wandering corpses.

He was lamenting both the lands of the Roslava Territory and the fertile, unpopulated lands currently under the alliance’s control in Sobonitz Domain.

There were too few people under the alliance’s rule.

If those lords attempting to return to the Sobonitz Domain did not already belong to other forces, Leon would have considered offering them some southern lands of the alliance in exchange for their joining the Holy War Alliance.

Alas, such naive thoughts were merely wishful thinking; without binding mutual interests, letting such diversely motivated forces settle in Sobonitz without question would undoubtedly lead to endless troubles.

Leon sighed, indulging in whimsical thoughts while reflecting….if only there were a way to mass-produce ‘Miners’—the small constructs of the Ancient Heranians—he could instantly leap into an era of industrialized agriculture like a rocket.

These autonomous machines powered by high-energy crystals known as ‘Earth Core’ are even more agile than the nascent robots on Earth in his previous life, fully capable of handling typical agricultural tasks. However, it’s uncertain if the energy consumption in driving them would be proportional to the production value they generate in agriculture…

Shaking his head, Leon discarded the fantasy.

Not to mention that it’s currently impossible to synthesize the energy crystal known as ‘Earth Core,’ and the internal components needed for Miner construction must be manually crafted by dwarf technicians…industrialization is a dream, unless the Ancient Heranians left behind something akin to an STC manufacturing template as a divine artifact.

Moreover, after the current generation of dwarf craftsmen in Steel Furnace Castle displaced those Ancient Dwarf Remnants, he hadn’t heard any news of those ancient dwarves for a long time.

The Herlarin realm in the North is too distant, even for someone with a flying war beast as a partner.

However, in the past year or so, the dwarf kingdom, heavily damaged in the Undead War, had not sent anyone to cause trouble for Avalon Castle, indirectly indicating that the ancient Realm Gate should have been successfully restarted….

While in thought, he noticed no undead clusters with significant threat around and was about to instruct the Death Claw beneath him to return to the Holy War Army camp.

Suddenly, in the dusky twilight, Leon noticed a distant disturbance on the horizon to the southeast.

Alarmed, Leon immediately called Death Claw to fly over.

The griffin soared and accelerated with flapping wings, taking several minutes to reach the target airspace.

Under the cover of clouds, Leon leaned over to gaze at the ground.

No thunderous cries of live armies.

Two unprecedentedly large undead armies clashed fiercely amidst overwhelming roars.

A hundred thousand? Or two hundred thousand?

These were not artificially inflated numbers claimed by living armies to intimidate.

Leon roughly estimated there were truly over a hundred thousand undead maddeningly battling on the ground.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen such vast horizons filled with roaming corpses during the Undead War.

What truly shocked Leon was that the undead below were no longer mindlessly charging as they had in the past.

Columns of orderly formations advancing and enveloping with organized assaults, their movements even more agile than the armies of the living…

When did so many high-level undead with intelligence capable of commanding armies of such scale exist?

Steadying himself, Leon continued to observe the differences between the two undead corpse seas.

The sheer size rendered flags meaningless, yet he was able to discern the distribution of the opposing sides based on years of military experience.

One side had fewer forces, merely a third of their opponent’s, but carried greater strength, with a very aggressive offensive momentum.

Descending cautiously, Leon could barely glimpse a tinge of scarlet distinct from the faint ghostly flames in that hellish battleground.

Those vampire undead are fighting the other undead armies?

Confirming the authenticity of the intelligence about the undead civil war that David and others had discovered, Leon, fearing getting too close and alarming the lurking winged corpse demons below, hastily urged Death Claw to return in the direction they came, moving away from the battlefield dozens of kilometers away.

Rushing back to the temporary camp, Leon reported the danger from the southeast, ordering the entire army to strengthen guard at night.

The next day, they led the army to avoid the original route from a distance, detouring through the rugged path from the west.

With the griffin and Stormhawk taking turns to clear the view, the knights did not fear blindly stumbling into an ambush or unexpectedly encountering enemy troops during the march.

Upon nearing the vicinity of the location sensed by Kovis, the army halted, preparing for battle on the spot.

Kovis, dispatched for investigation, soon urged the Stormhawk to fly back.

“My lord, ahead lies a city, and the vampire should be within it, but…”

Landing, Kovis pulled the reins of the Stormhawk, wearing a peculiar expression.

“But what?”

“But there’s a lot of smoke rising in that city, I saw many people, and it seems farmers are working in the fields outside the city… my lord, vampires… don’t need to eat, right?”

A city still inhabited by the living, peacefully located in the heart of the undead nation?

Leon was astounded.

Yet, in an instant, imagination led him to form a conjecture.

Vampires indeed don’t need to eat.

But those living people might just be the vampires’ ‘food’….

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