After being reminded by his companions, the orc guard finally reacted. He slapped his head and shouted at the Med people, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The magician nodded to the warriors behind him, and the group made way and stood beside the road like the other orcs, watching the huge caravan pass by.
The warrior leader frowned as he watched the caravan passing by. He leaned over to the magician and whispered, "I sense a familiar aura. It's those people I've seen before. They're undead."
The breath of the undead was unique. Once the Medes had seen it, they would never forget it. The magician also noticed it and nodded, signaling them to be patient and continue observing.
The Medes had also come into contact with the undead during their conquests, and had fought wars with them. They were one of the few ethnic groups that left a particularly deep impression on them.
According to records, the undead have various branches, and their population is so large that it makes people's scalps numb. In the words of the ancestors' records, "No matter how many undead we kill, it will be useless. They will continue to come and kill us until we are overwhelmed."
Not only did they have a large population, but they also had no shortage of high-end combat capabilities. The wars in those years were very difficult.
The last time they saw Li Ziyu, they had already recognized the identity of the undead, and the Medes were already on alert.
But they had no choice.
They must return to this world.
In other words, they have to expand.
They have been away for too long, and the resources of the ancestral world are not unlimited. Without the support of more worlds, both development and population are greatly restricted. Moreover, with development, resources are becoming less and less. If this continues, the Med people may be at risk of extinction.
They would rather have another dispute with the Undead than just disappear like this.
The undead caravan marched into Bandehill City, and the Medes used this time to observe the expressions on the faces of the people around them.
"Why aren't they afraid of the undead? Has this place been conquered by the undead?" The warrior leader observed for a while and found that the expressions on the faces of the orcs around him were quite strange.
The orcs were not angry or afraid, but instead were full of eagerness and joy.
The warrior leader was puzzled.
According to ancient records, the undead are the enemies of all living things. Wherever they pass, life disappears and everything becomes a land of death.
These are obviously undead, so why are the orcs happy?
"Caravan!"
"The caravan is coming~~~~"
After the undead caravan entered the city, a large number of orcs immediately surrounded it. Some orc children ran back and forth around the caravan, shouting happily and acting as loud speakers.
When the undead caravan first entered the city, the orcs were afraid and no children were willing to approach them, but after experiencing it a few times, their attitude took a 180-degree turn.
Especially children, the dead will sometimes give candy to children according to the rules.
What do kids know? Whoever gives candy is a good person!
The caravan entered the market as usual. Several skeleton undead were standing at the market entrance holding wooden boxes. The children's eyes suddenly lit up and they surrounded the undead holding the boxes.
"sugar!"
"Will you give us candy?"
“It’s time to give out candy!”
The children jumped for joy, watching the skeleton undead slowly grab handfuls of candy from the wooden box, swarming over to share the candy, and then continued to wait eagerly.
The adult orc just watched the scene with a smile on his face. He did not stop the child, but let the child receive candy from the skeleton undead. He then entered the market. They wanted to see what goods were available this time.
No one paid any attention to the Medes, who followed the crowd into Bandehill City and looked around curiously.
In the past, their wandering behavior would probably arouse the suspicion of the orcs, but now the orcs were attracted by the caravan, and no one paid attention to a few strangers.
The magician took the warriors to wander around the streets and alleys of Bandhill City. He had no particular purpose, he just wanted to understand the life of the orcs.
After turning a few streets, the warrior leader was very disappointed and said in a dissatisfied tone, "A group of barbaric people. Their city is dirty and has no aesthetic sense. It even destroys the natural atmosphere."
The magician chuckled, his eyes sweeping across several orc houses, and whispered, "Isn't that even better? We will bring civilization. When these orcs enjoy civilization, they will understand the greatness of the Ancestral God."
There were dilapidated houses, muddy streets, and the whole city was filled with a foul smell.
In the warrior leader's opinion, it is not wrong to say that this place is a pigsty, but the magician is right. When the comparison is made, the orcs will trust the ancestor god more.
…
The endless grassland is still beautiful.
On the rooftop of the Undead Castle, Li Ziyu leaned against the parapet with both hands, gazing out at the sea of grass. He frowned and muttered to himself, "It's so quiet, Peng. Still no news?"
Zhang Peng came over from behind and stood with him by the parapet, gazing into the distance. "No news. Are we being overly vigilant?"
Zhang Peng's words did not make Li Ziyu feel at ease, but instead made her brows furrow even more.
Several days have passed since the Medes came to this world, but there has been no movement at all. This is not right.
Judging from the aggressive attitude the other party showed the last time, they must want to enter this world in a big way.
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