Chapter 391: Chapter 376, Temple of Thousands Gods_1
Undead!
As Skeleton Mantis turned away, a surge of unease gripped Xu Yang’s heart.
It was indisputably a member of the Undead army.
Wasn’t it said the Undead only established a fortress in the south, without making any move to attack the Bloody Mountains?
Yet, why did it suddenly appear here?
Considering the equipment of the escaping troll, it was clear he belonged to the Troll Alliance.
Wasn’t the Alliance launching an attack on the Bloodthroat Tribe? Why were they being hunted by the Undead?
What on earth happened that led to this unexpected situation?
Usually, the Undead were rigid, awkward soldiers, right?
Why was this one so agile?
With the Trolls’ retreat, and the Undead’s pursuit,
Xu Yang’s mind was muddled.
“Sir, should we proceed?” a trembling voice uttered nearby. It came from a peasant.
Xu Yang glanced at the map, then in the direction where the troll and the Undead had disappeared.
He finally answered, “Lead everyone back to the cave and block the entrance. I’ll go check out the situation and decide what to do.”
Clearly, the battle ahead was no longer just between the Bloodthroat and the Troll Alliance; the Undead were now involved.
No matter which side, they couldn’t afford to provoke any of them.
Being discovered would lead to severe consequences.
Obviously, something unusual had happened.
“Alright!” The peasants responded and turned back in the direction they came from.
Once they had left, Xu Yang hid in the original location a while longer.
After a moment’s thought, he cautiously headed towards where the Undead and the troll vanished.
He had barely walked for ten minutes, when suddenly he felt squishy stickiness under his feet.
He glanced down, only to find it was thick, red blood.
Xu Yang immediately hid behind a large boulder.
Looking ahead, he saw troll bodies laying in pools of blood.
As expected!
The Undead were indeed hunting Trolls, and they must be high-level ones, given the ease they took down these trolls.
Xu Yang hid quietly again for a while.
Only after ensuring there was no immediate danger, he hurried to the Troll bodies, rummaging through their possessions.
He could trade these items back home for a few days’ worth of supplies.
It would enable them to sustain quite a while longer in the cave.
“Uh…, save me…” a certain body suddenly moaned in pain.
The sudden sound startled Xu Yang, causing him to whip out his knight’s sword, pointing it in the direction of the voice.
A Troll lying in a pool of blood was looking at him.
The troll was a pitiful sight, with both arms severed and an enormous, ghastly scar on his chest.
Only a Troll’s vigorous vitality could enable him to speak in such a condition.
Had it been any other species, they would’ve become corpses.
Seeing that the Troll’s arms were both gone,
Xu Yang grew a little bolder and approached, asking, “Wasn’t the Alliance advancing towards Bloodthroat? Why are the Undead pursuing you?”
He hoped that this dying Troll could answer his question.
“Save me,” the Troll replied hoarsely, still begging for help.
Xu Yang sat down near the blood-covered Troll.
“How can I save you when I have nothing on me for treatment?”
“He…he is our Clan Leader. He must have potions on him. Please help me,” the troll weakly glancing at another body.
The second body was not only beheaded, but also cut across the waist.
Its entrails mixed with the blood, the person sure was dead beyond any doubt.
Xu Yang’s expression changed.
He went straight to the body, squatted down and started searching.
Sure enough, he found a healing potion, a beast tooth necklace, and several Warfire coins.
Looks like he was indeed the head of a small tribe.
Xu Yang clenched the healing potion in his hand and put away all the other items.
Then he returned to the injured troll.
The immobile Troll’s eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope at the sight of the potion Xu Yang held.
But instead of giving him the potion, Xu Yang sat down beside him.
This sudden change made the Troll anxious.
He could feel his life slowly fading. If he did not receive treatment soon, his bleeding would surely kill him.
“Help me, please,” the Troll pleaded loudly.
Xu Yang sat down next to the Troll, holding the healing potion in his hand.
He asked, “This is my loot. Why should I give it to you?”
“You…” A flash of fierce violence appeared in the Troll’s eyes.
Xu Yang, he knew him. The insignificant human who clung to Bagath and flattered the Trolls.
Just like a comical buffoon currying favor with the Trolls.
Now he dared to talk to him in this manner, practically courting death.
But the Troll also understood his situation, that he didn’t have the physical condition to snatch the potion from his hand.
“What do you want, we were allies before,” the Troll said.
He was not stupid. He planned to get hold of the medicine first, then deal with Xu Yang.
Xu Yang weighed the potion in his hand, pondering for a moment before saying, “Let’s make a deal. Answer a few of my questions. If you answer well, I’ll give you the potion. How’s that?”
The Troll had no other choice. He could only agree, “Alright, ask quickly, I am in tremendous pain.”
“Alright, when did you start attacking Bloodthroat, and how’s the battle situation?” Xu Yang asked the first question.
“We launched an attack on Bloodthroat early yesterday morning and successfully conquered the city.” The Troll answered through gritted teeth.