novelzi Chapter 456 Old Barn, Old Memories
Chapter 456 Old Barn, Old Memories
Staring up at the bright blue sky, it was a day like the ones before to Isilt, he did his best to not appear worried as he awaited what was next, Grigri had to have delivered the goods by now, the young trainee did not even know what to expect in response, or even if he should await any, so instead, he took time to enjoy daylight, for it was growing scarcer and scarcer, he was not aware of the eternal night of pure dark that had befallen Viridis, but he could definitely see something similar coming.
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One had to be a fool to not link the vile undeads to the abnormal shortening of day, the lengthening of night, and the utter darkness that permeated the latter, if the sun was being subdued by their horrid presence, then the moon had already surrendered.
Lowering his gaze to pay attention to the ogres working the fields, currently, it was the time of the great harvest, and after that, the winter wheat would be planted, which was naught but a variety that could grow in the winter, but instead of stopping on the monsters, he stopped upon the distant reinforced wall, although not quite close, it certainly was not nearly as far as Isilt would have liked, the stronghold of death loomed over the farms, the base of it was hidden from sight by a slight rise of ground.
'What is this?' leaning forward on the handle of a hoe, he thought he saw some sort of bright point moving in a straight line toward the ground for a moment.
"Isilt?"
Jumping in place reflexively, the knight-in-training felt a sense of deja-vu, thankfully, it was not a malevolent undead that accosted him this time, but a pretty woman, it seemed as though Isilt really lacked in spatial awareness, anyone could just sneak up on him, even just a simple soldier.
"Wait, what are you doing here?" he asked, naturally confused as she was not supposed to establish contact at all, and moreover, Grigri should have already sent the horn to her.
"The abandoned farm" without elaborating, the soldier gave him a nod and just walked away, Isilt looked around confusedly.
'Now, where is...?' walking around a central pile of hay which blocked the view toward the end of this barn, Isilt caught sight of a figure, arms crossed, index finger tapping against the biceps, or at least, where such a muscle should be.
"Ah! At last, you are a bit late Isilt, you are probably the only one who thought to not drop everything and just rush over here immediately, smarter- No actually, you look pretty smart and you think before acting, my bad, I have no ground to insult you on" laughing at his own remarks, the trainee's gaze fell upon a particular pile of hay off to the right, behind the figure, standing in a corner, hidden from the entrance by other stacks.
There, a few undercover agents were stacked up, both information gatherers and receptioners, sighing in relief as he saw their chest rising.
"You are... Frenand right?" the living did his best to not sound afraid, the undead clearly picking up on it anyways.
"Indeed! You are facing Frenand, undead who has been given the title of champion by General Loimos! You are the last one I need to beat down" striking the inside of his palm with one fist, black iron clanking against itself.
"Am I?" he eyed the exit, spotting no other undeads anywhere.
"Heheh... Do you think we missed some because you don't see them in this pile?"
"Well, don't you worry about us, fourteen of you, seven deliverers of intel and seven receivers, eight are right here, one is in front of me, two are under Alisiana's care and the other three, well, let's just say I have no need to knock them out" Frenand took a few steps forward, Isilt did the same in reverse.
'What does that even mean?'