Chapter 262: Monument of the Dead
"They come in swarms, and they are endless."
"They don't roar, but they approach silently."
"They are not afraid of death. For them, death is already a thing of the past. They are death itself."
"They are the undead, the scourge of death."
"Don't try to resist. If the undead come, run away. That will allow you to live longer."
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"We don't know where the undead come from, but we know that wherever they pass, silence reigns, lifeless and more completely cleansed than the plague."
"The undead are a huge group. Many powerful races have been wiped out by them, while we are barely surviving. I don't know if I can still survive."
"I've seen skeletons walking. They are a branch of the undead, called the Skeleton Undead."
"I've seen transparent bodies filled with a cold, bright light. They are a branch of the undead, called dead souls."
"I've seen corpses with shriveled bodies and skin wrapped around bones. They are a branch of the undead, called zombies."
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“There are so many branches of the undead, but without exception, they will bring the silence of death.”
"The number of skeletons and dead souls is too huge, endless, and can never be killed. Every dead companion may join them and become one of them."
"I don't know if resistance will work, or if I should join them..."
The Lower City Lord put down the worn animal skin in his hand and looked at the priest beside him. "Is this all the records in the Great Library?"
The priest turned his head to look at the bookshelf, then looked at the city lord and nodded.
Ratmen priests are similar to shamans, and after the outbreak of ratmen technology, these ratmen with special abilities entered the Great Library. They spend all day in the Great Library, reading all the documents. No one knows the documents in the Great Library better than them.
Since the priest said that they were gone, then they really were gone. The only records about the undead were a few pieces of animal skin paper in the hands of the city lord.
Maybe there are some in the big libraries of other city-states, but the city lord can’t see them now.
Shaking his head helplessly, the lower city lord sighed.
The undead rampage happened a long, long time ago, and it is very difficult to verify the history of that era. Even more unfortunately, the ratmen were the lowest race at that time, and they were doing so badly that almost no history of theirs was preserved.
Being able to find these records is the result of the priests' hard work.
It’s not useless, but it’s really not very useful either.
After returning the parchment to the priest, the Lower City Lord left the library.
As soon as I walked out, I saw the assistant running over and handing the animal skin paper with the reply from the upper city lord to the lower city lord.
The Lower City Lord muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages, "I haven't seen any moving cities, but those undead actually have cars and have used them to build a stronghold. They shouldn't be with the previous group of humans. They're a group of skeletons, hmm, the skeletal undead among the undead."
After reading the reply from the upper city lord, the lower city lord let out a long sigh.
In all the documents he read, one thing was recorded at the end: if the undead came, run away quickly, because the undead were invincible.
But the lower city lord disagreed with this.
The ratmen were too weak back then. Not to mention the undead, most races had to run away when they faced the ratmen.
But look at it now, the ratmen are a powerful tribe in the wasteland!
They have a large population, advanced weapons, and occupy a large area of land. Compared with the rat people at that time, they are like heaven and earth, with no comparison.
The city lord didn't want to run away in disgrace just because of a few words in the document.
We have to fight, of course we have to fight.
Not only does he want to fight, he also wants to destroy the undead.
Make great achievements!
The undead are scary, but the ratmen are even more powerful!
The Lower City Lord and his assistant rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion, quickly signed the document, and handed it to the assistant. "Go, gather the soldiers, enter the first level of alert, mobilize everyone, prepare to go out and destroy those undead!"
"yes!"
The assistant took the documents, saluted, and ran out in a hurry.
Bells rang in the underground city of Ilmaha.
The busy rat people raised their heads and looked towards the city.
"Recruiting! You guys get ready!"
The farmer came to the farm with a big belly and shouted loudly. The slave rats who were working raised their heads numbly, and only when the farmer repeated it for the second time did they show any expression on their faces.
The empty eyes suddenly became bright, the pupils gradually turned red, and the long-lost strength and passion were gradually returning to their bodies.
Screams and roars echoed from the farm.
The only way for the slave rats to get rid of their identity is through war. As long as they can survive the war and kill the enemy, they will be transformed from slave rats to civilians and regain their freedom!
For the slave ratmen, war is the beginning of a new life.
Rather than dying numbly and hopelessly in an underground farm, it is better to fight for a chance of freedom on the battlefield.
"I hereby issue an order from the Lord of the Ilemaha Underground City. For the prosperity and stability of the Ilemaha area, for the continuation of our peace, for our lives, women, and children, I am now recruiting clan warriors! Warriors, this is the time to demonstrate your military prowess! Join the battle!"
The official of the City Lord's Mansion unfolded a piece of animal skin paper and read out the conscription order of the City Lord's Mansion aloud. Dense groups of ratmen gathered around and listened attentively.
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