"I can't stay brave here, I am a coward." Blacka replied.

He doesn't mind at all being called cowardly or other words that are the opposite of courage. If he can be safe just by being timid, he would rather be a turtle.

Anzola didn't answer, she just followed Blacka silently.

As for why this guy is staying here now, Blacka doesn't want to ask more. But having someone next to him makes him feel much more at ease.

"I would like to ask where the undead are?" The blond scout asked. He was from the empire and did not know everything about the undead.

"I can only feel the general direction, and you seem to have misunderstood. Our guide has never been able to find the guardian." Anzola looked at him and said: "We are only going to the realm of the undead, it can sense us

Get closer and decide for yourself whether you want to show up or not."

"If those guys don't want to see us, we can't find them anyway?" Blacka said softly.

"It's always been like this, but at least this time they will meet us." Anzola was silent for a moment and raised his head.

Blacka followed her eyes and saw the crow standing on the branch.

Then my whole body felt creepy and a little nauseated.

Because it was an almost rotten crow, with no trace of flesh intact on its body, and bugs crawling in its ulcerated eye sockets. It stood there, excited by the linear worms growing in its body.

"The crow that can still move after decaying is the creation of the undead." Anzola said softly: "This is the intention of the undead to see us. This crow has the concept of death. Even in the black forest, it will make

Other creatures fear and avoid it."

"Then why does it appear now?" the blond scout asked after hesitation.

"Huh? It's simple, because a monster is approaching." Anzola glanced at the scout and said: "This thing is a warning from the undead to the monster. If the thing that comes has no intention of becoming an enemy of the undead, it will avoid it."

"And what if the coming monster ignores the warning?" Blacka said softly.

"Simple, you deal with it, or call it goblin." Anzola said: "But if it is the creation of another guardian, I can't help you. Because only attacking me will be regarded as hostility to the undead. When I am attacked

Before threatening, if I take action first, I will start trouble on behalf of the undead... That god hates disputes and may exclude me because of this."

As she said this, she suddenly pushed Blacka hard. He didn't react and was pushed to the ground.

The sound of trees breaking could only be heard now, as did the sound of rocks cracking.
Chapter completed!