Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 43 The Dream of the Half-Drow

The wooden door of the Xin Clan camp was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, causing the bonfire in the center of the camp to tilt to one side. Several soldiers who were simmering meat soup looked up, saw that it was Xin Zang returning, and without asking any questions, continued to tend to the firewood.

Xin Zang walked over and casually tossed the black-robed prisoner, who looked like a tattered sack, onto the snow.

Hearing the commotion, Chang, who was on night patrol, came over with his spear. He stared at the guy on the ground, whose face was blue from the cold and who reeked of urine, and frowned in disgust.

"What is this thing? You went out and caused trouble all night, and this is the skinny monkey you brought back?"

"They were caught on the other side of the mountain." Xin Zang walked to a wooden stake and tapped it twice with the back of his axe to shake off the frozen blood on the blade. "Those dead who came back to life were created by people like this. Although their strength is strange, their bodies are not as good as our ordinary people."

Why don't you ask them? See if you can get anything out of them.

The interrogation process was far more tedious than I had imagined.

The prisoner was already terrified, and he had been freezing all the way here. Chang didn't even use any torture instruments on him. He just squatted in front of the fire to warm himself up, and the sorcerer confessed everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

The monk stammered as he explained that their base camp was in a relatively secluded valley to the north, about half a day's walk from here.

"We only have a little over six hundred people... but we buried tens of thousands of corpses in the camp." The prisoner lay on the ground, his face contorted with grief, fearing that the burly man in front of him would stab him with his knife. "The Divine Envoy ordered that all the civilians who died of disease or old age in our territory be dug up and transported all the way here, saying that they were to be kept as a last resort."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers around the campfire were stunned for a moment.

Chang's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

He spat into the fire and cursed, "Pah, that's disgusting, they don't even spare the corpses of their own people."

Despite his cursing, Chang was actually starting to get a little scared.

Tens of thousands of skeletons! The total population of the Xin Clan is only slightly over ten thousand, and only a few thousand have ventured out on this expedition.

No matter how useless these mages are, if they really release all 10,000 dead people, there will likely be considerable casualties.

"No, this is too big of a deal." Chang paced around in frustration for a moment, then slapped his thigh. "Two men, lock this kid up first. I'm going to prepare a ritual to report this to our god. Until we receive the divine decree, everyone stay in the camp and send extra men to keep a close watch on the movements in the north."

"Don't let those dirty things turn their attacks on us."

Shinzo nodded, about to say something, but when he turned around, he realized something was wrong.

Liz, who had followed him back, had vanished.

When I came in, that woman was clearly watching the commotion from the sidelines.

Xin Cang kept quiet and searched around the edge of the camp.

As he passed the kobold laborers' dwelling, he peeked inside and saw a group of kobolds huddled together, snoring. They chattered incessantly during the day and didn't stop at night either.

Every now and then, a few kobolds would start talking in their sleep, and they could even keep up with each other while they were asleep.

"Uncle... don't hit my head... when are we going home...?"

In the corner, in a haystack, the young kobold was huddled up, his limbs clutching a tattered stick, smacking his lips and drooling all over the ground.

Beside him, the older kobold rolled over and kicked his nephew in the backside. He mumbled incoherently, "Idiot...dig faster...those hairless giants are going to eat dogs...what happened to you...I...how am I going to explain this to your mother..."

As he was saying this, he actually cried in his dream.

My nephew got kicked in his dream, but instead of waking up, he burrowed into the hay, grinning foolishly and muttering, "...Our car is gone...The food here is pretty good...I want to eat more..."

"You good-for-nothing..." Uncle was still exasperated in his dream. He smacked his lips and scratched his belly. "We're getting closer to Beibang sooner or later... I..."

Outside the wooden shed.

Xin Zang stopped in his tracks, listening to this nonsensical rambling, and fell silent for a moment.

The North State they spoke of was now overrun with walkers and kobolds had suffered heavy casualties; they were fortunate to have found refuge in this camp.

Going out would actually mean facing a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.

Xin Zang shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to these two idiots.

He turned away and continued searching for the mixed-race drow.

Finally, he looked up and spotted his target in an old, crooked tree in the corner of the camp.

The drow elf was lying on a thick tree branch. She had broken off a small twig from somewhere and was dangling it from her mouth. She just stared blankly at the moon, looking rather lonely and forlorn.

"What are you looking at up there?" Shinzo asked.

The drow elf, startled by the sudden sound, was taken aback.

She lost her footing, fell off the tree branch, and landed in the snow.

She scrambled to her feet, brushing the snow off her clothes in an attempt to hide her panic, but she could no longer maintain her usual composure.

Shinzo walked to the tree and sat down against the trunk.

Liz hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down beside him, burying her flushed cheeks in her bent knees.

"You saw everything just now?" A muffled voice came from the crook of her arm.

"Hmm." Xin Zang looked at the campfire in front of him. "You look disheveled, unlike your usual self."

Liz jerked her head up, her ears turning bright red. With a flick of her wrist, a cold dagger was instantly pressed against the man's neck.

But the blade remained on the surface of the skin, unable to penetrate.

After a brief standoff, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and the hand holding the knife fell limply to her side. She turned her head and rested it on the man's shoulder.

Xin Zang felt a little uncomfortable being leaned against and was about to adjust his posture.

"Don't move." Liz closed her eyes, her voice becoming light and soft, "If you move again, I'll kill you... Let me lean on you a little longer."

As she finished speaking, her body gradually relaxed, and she no longer had the guarded attitude she usually had.

When Shinzo turned his head to check, he found that the girl had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder.