Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 722 - Operation Arid Soil Part Thirty-Three

722: Operation Arid Soil : Part Thirty-Three

722: Operation Arid Soil : Part Thirty-Three

With the orcs now working for the dead until further notice, and the undead themselves only speaking that incomprehensible, unfathomable language after he finished demonstrating what he could do with the vapour, the living was left all by his lonesome within the tent, still bound to the ground in a way that kept him on his knees, he couldn’t even lay down or shift position, simply locked in place with his knees against the sand.

Sand which was not what he had come to know all of his life, it was different, coarser, more irritating to the touch, in short, his situation was awful and it was only getting worse.

‘Are they actually gone or am I being watched from somewhere?’ not knowing anything about the undead, the closest thing he knew to them were the bone-puppets of Sanguine Undeviginti and its followers.

So drowned in total darkness within the tent after the lights were taken away, he assumed that they could not see him, like he could not see them…

And began testing the chains binding him, they were tough, that was for certain, it was useless to try and break them, Illusory Undeviginti’s vapour could be used to enhance oneself, but it wasn’t great in that area and especially at enhancing strength, with it, it was simply best to enhance agility and dexterity, two things which were of no use to his current predicament.

His captors did not joke around when they restrained someone, nothing could be exploited and the bindings weren’t budging in the slightest, not in any sort of a way at all.

‘Heheh, good thing I am a follower of Illusory Undeviginti…’ focusing intently, the living seemed to do nothing as he closed his eyes and grew still for thirty whole seconds, he wasn’t the greatest at this sort of thing, but he knew a little trick that the undeads had no way of knowing about, which was that one could hold on to a little bit of vapour, and use it without requiring their decorated item, it was hard to maintain and the amount would only be sufficient for only a few tricks and for a very tight period of time.

But having been a rat of the desert for a long time, such a trick had seemed indispensable to him, and he had thus spent much time honing it, this was simply the best greatest way for one to escape after being caught, now, he had imagined himself using it if he was caught by the guards of a city or by some of the less agreeable worshippers of Undeviginti, not for escaping the clutches of corpse-like creatures of unknown origins, strange powers and apparent lack of morality…

Channeling the vapour kept within with great difficulty and intense care so as to not squander his shot at freedom, directing it toward his limbs, more precisely into his wrists, hands, ankles and feet.

His heavily sun-battered skin and flesh seemed to stretch and distort, taking on a pinkish shade, and without waiting around, the living pulled himself away from the chains, his limbs flowing right through the gaps, in only two seconds, he had consumed all of the vapour he had managed to stock, but he was free of the restraints, he rubbed the area that had been transformed moments prior.

‘Still feels awful…’ Illusory Undeviginti was much like its followers, a trickster, so naturally, its vapour possessed many bizarre abilities that would be right at home in the kit of a street performing magician, there was no escape act that a worshipper of this sun could not accomplish.

‘Now… They didn’t leave anything behind, did they?’ he clearly remembered the cadavers packing everything before leaving, including his trusty dagger, which he definitely intended on claiming back, as well as some clothes, making the trek toward the closest town with only a piece of fabric tied around his waist and without the option of using special powers would be simply suicidal, his body might have endured the sunlight for years, but he knew very well that it could still kill him with ease.

With slow and meticulous steps, he moved forward through the darkness where the tent’s entrance should be, hands reaching out carefully forward, tapping against the beast hide that served as door, searching for the area where both sides stopped and carefully spread it open, just enough for him to peek out.

Unfortunately, he had no idea where he was exactly, as he had had a bag put over his head before being dragged into the oasis, and having just been lessened of the weight of his two arms at the time, he had not been clear-minded enough to notice the details of the motions that brought him here.

He did not seem to be inside of a camp per se, as he was faced with shaded growth, the oasis from a distance had been impressive for certain, but he had truly never seen so much greenery before, even if the level of light available was rather low, he could tell that there were no undeads in the vicinity directly around, so he pushed himself out and quickly jumped into a lush bush, leaves feeling completely distinct from that of the bush-trees, much less rough and harsh on the skin.

He looked around, and instantly spotted the edge, the tent he had been imprisoned in was merely a few dozens of meters away from the edge of the undead territory, he just had to make it there and make a run for it if he wanted to escape, but unfortunately, he could not tell where his dagger might have been taken. freewebnσvel.cøm

‘Why are there no guards anyways?

Are they that confident that I can’t escape?’ something seemed off, they were cautious enough to force the simple-minded orcs into some sort of sorcerous vow, but not careful enough to leave a single guard in the area to look over him?

Like a prowling beast, the living moved from hiding spot to hiding spot, trying to figure out what was wrong, only to come across something most mythical.

‘Is that… Water?

I thought it had all evaporated eons ago…’ or so the old stories said, nowadays, they survived on a diet of meat sourced from hunting, and blood, sourced from hunting as well, they got all of their hydration from what they caught, it had been so for a very long time.

‘And the air here is so cool too… What are these beings?

Where did they even come from?’ as he thought, he leaned over the small pond, seeing his own reflection in it, and as though made to by an external force, cupped his hands together to gather some water and bring it to his lips.

“Incredible, isn’t it?

I was pretty stoked when I learned what oceans were”

The living nearly fell forward into the water, turning around only to see the figure of Ir’Houwl looming over him, he had not seen her coming at all.

In fact, he reflexively looked up, thinking that she must have just come flying down from there to show up like this.

“What the hell is an ocean?”

“I must say that I am very displeased, I was so incredibly kind to you, allowing for your arms to be put back on, and only slightly cracking your skull… Yet you lied and took me for a fool, I suppose diplomacy is simply not my forte” she took hold of one of her scimitars, and the living made the dire mistake of blinking, and just like that she was gone from his sight, a gust of wind flew right past him and cleanly severed his right leg at the knee joint.

He screamed in pain, falling to the ground.

But could not thrash around as the minor lord’s foot soon pressed up against his chest.

“Let me give you a taste of what happens when I am not nice” red sand manifested, once again not given any draining properties, but that was unnecessary, as the grains were sent into the bloody stump.

“Oh, why must livings always reject compassion?

It is almost like you simply prefer agony over it…”