Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 386 Hidden In Iron

The mystery rider in white successfully escaped all knights sent after him, remaining veiled in enigma for weeks on end, the only traces of his passage being the decapitated corpses of forest animals, whether the headless enacted caution after his first brush with southern knights, or if the attention farmers were putting on their ogres and livelihood deterred all approach.

Many assumed that this pale cavalry only moved under the shade of night, and considering just how dangerous he had been discovered to be, keeping everything a secret from the farmers was no longer viable, they needed to be well aware of just what it was that scoured the countryside, obviously, the hard-workers refused to leave their farms, not that there was any alternative, they were a part of the lungs of this Southern Shore, leaving their crops and such unattended to was out of the question, they had no good prospects away from their farms.

"My farmers would rather go at this thing with a pitchfork than abandon their posts" speaking of them like soldiers, Alisart Cleavster pushed a rusted and withered blade to the center of a round table.

All particles of dust having vanished from its surface, only leaving a fragile, dull hunk of iron, the knight king doubted it could even be used to bash someone's head in this state.

"This thing, has no head you say? And yet it moves and managed to fight off three of your knights? That sounds pretty undead to me" Derdlim Maulerd picked up the sword in between her index and thumb, some of the rust flaking off onto them, which she licked immediately after putting the object back down.

"Tastes like regular rust..."

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Ignoring her mutterings, someone else spoke up.

"You said that they tried burning it, how did that work out?" questioned Irlke Combuscrus, sparks dancing upon his palm.

"Calm down your arson tendencies Irlke, they threw a lantern at it, the headless lit up completely, but after it got rid of the flames, its clothes were barely singed at all, the thing barely even reacted to being set on fire I was told" Alisart explained, the pyromancer king rubbing his chin in thought, red eyes glowing as intensely as ever.

"Mmh, if even your feeble lantern flames could leave a mark, then pyromancy should capable of burning it" nodding to himself, Combuscrus rose one finger "As such-"

"I see... But perhaps you should stop eating that thing? That can't be good for the health" Jaral understood that this pretty confirmed that they were dealing with one of the dead without the shadow of a doubt.

"I am preparing for when the undead come about, I am already imagining all the tasty recipes I will be able to try out..." this talk about eating reminded the cannibal queen about something else.

"Gartran, show them the goods, you didn't eat them already right?"

"No ma'am, I demonstrated restraint as per your orders" said her right hand whilst blinking too many times.

Handing his lord a small bag, the warqueen readily opened it, displaying an assortment of dried strips of flesh, meat grounded into balls, or some guts stuffed with all kinds of things, as well as gourds most certainly filled with blood.

"We feasters haven't just learned to grow stronger from consuming flesh and the likes, we know how to prepare special meals, and as a sign of goodwill, I'll give you guys some as well" the large women smiled toothily, but considering her nicknames as cannibal queen and man-eater, no one was thrilled to experience her idea of gourmet cuisine.

"Pinky promise, no human, elven, or flesh of otherwise intelligent species was used for those, I can be trusted"

Those last four words were the most egregious lie the warkings had ever been told, and their contemporary, Derdlim Maulerd said it with a straight face.

"Those recipes were even made for you in particular, I wanted to make a big pie to celebrate the peace but wasn't certain how to make one everybody would like, anybody want a cave troll eye?"

"Perhaps we could return to the topic of the headless instead?"

"Just give it a go!"

"I respectfully decline-"