Chapter 125 Escort Our "Fragile" NPC

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This was a long journey.

Since following "Hunter" Miriam on the road to Leon Territory, the 60 undead had become increasingly listless after their first two days of excitement.

They were anticipating the emergence of new game content, eager to escape the dire situation where they could do nothing, as the lengthy travel gradually wore away at their patience, bit by bit.

During the journey, "Hunter" Miriam was slowly getting to understand the undead; she learned that they could vanish into thin air and reappear after a while.

It seemed they didn't need to sleep, or perhaps they disappeared when they slept.

The restless wind blowing from the front down the slope brought with it a foul stench that tensed every undead, a scent that signaled the approach of the lizardfolk.

Miriam swiftly took down her twin crossbows, her combat instincts allowing her to aim the arrows in the most appropriate direction first, gently pulling the trigger.

Pfft, the stench grew stronger.