The next day.

Oscar began to pack his equipment, bison leather armor, snow cape, gloves, hat, goggles, mask, short sword on his waist, 15 homemade talismans in his talisman pocket, and 5 potions in his potion belt.

Everything is ready!

"Let's go!"

The town wall is 7 meters high, made of stone, very solid, with pointed wooden walls, and crossbowmen on guard. The gate has two layers, and there is an eight-foot deep ditch outside the wall, full of sharp iron spikes, and hanging kerosene channels, which can spray fuel at any time to create a flame defense line.

A small town has complete fortifications, mainly to prevent the orcs from the highlands from attacking the city.

Three snowmobiles left the town through the north gate.

The wilderness is a barren plain, all black frozen soil. Although there are several farms and logging sites, there are no people. 10 kilometers away from the town, the plain ends abruptly and is basically covered by dense forests and mountains. There is no smoke and fire in sight.

The towering snow-capped mountains stand in the distance, stretching for dozens of miles, white and transparent, dust-free, like a beautiful and pure virgin. This is the wilderness, the primitive frozen northern border.

Oscar, One-Eye, and 4 elite mercenaries participated in the operation.

One-Eye used a knife, and the other four, two used swords and two used bows, with close combat and long-range attack.

The snowmobile had no obstruction all the way and arrived at an outpost in 30 minutes. More than a dozen soldiers were stationed in an 8-meter stone outpost to monitor the activities of Warcraft and Orcs. It was also one of the transit points for mercenaries.

There was a forest in front, and there was no road.

We had to walk instead.

A mercenary with a bow came over and said, "Hey, first time out of town?"

Oscar smiled and agreed.

The mercenary smiled and said, "The place is not too far away, we won't encounter powerful monsters, and even fewer demons, don't worry!"

Another mercenary said, "Pfft, what if we encounter them? We are all elites, we have killed dozens of monsters, and the one-eyed boss will personally go out to ensure your safety!"

The mercenary was afraid that Oscar would be nervous, so he kindly comforted him.

The one-eyed patted the blade and shouted, "Hey, hey, don't mumble, cheer up! This is not a city, be careful not to lose your life!"

The mercenaries stopped talking and began to be alert to the surroundings. The one-eyed opened the way in front, followed by two melee mercenaries, Oscar stood in the middle, and the two archers were responsible for the rear, and the group began to trek in the snow.

Although the weather was good, trekking in the snow consumed a lot of physical strength.

The North is too big.

There are too many uninhabited areas!

The footprints left by Oscar may be the first footprints of human beings since ancient times.

In the snow-covered forest, the shadows of elk, snow rabbits, and snow chickens are often seen, but the mercenaries are not interested. After walking about 3 or 4 kilometers, the one-eyed man suddenly raised his hand, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

"What's wrong?"

The one-eyed man took a breath and said in a low voice: "Something is following us! It's probably a wild wolf!"

The two mercenaries hid in the woods, and the sound of arrows was heard, accompanied by a few wails. Several mercenaries came back and made a gesture to indicate that they were done. These few were old mercenaries with rich experience. Although they spoke little, they cooperated tacitly.

The team continued to move forward, and soon saw a wild wolf lying on the ground with an arrow stuck in its neck. The mercenary shot the arrow with true energy, and the arrow pierced through its neck with great power. The wild wolf was twitching, and blood was flowing out, staining the white snow red. It was not completely dead, and the mercenary did not even look at it and continued to move forward.

"There are footprints!" The one-eyed man found a footprint, and the mercenary immediately alerted the surroundings. The one-eyed man put his knife aside and leaned over to observe the footprints. "It's not the footprints of wild animals. I suspect it was left by those guys."

There is a clue so soon!

The mercenary was excited and began to track the footprints.

Oscar walked for a few minutes, and his expression became more and more puzzled. "Strange."

"What's wrong with you?"

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"Zombies are a kind of undead life without thoughts and wisdom. They will only wander aimlessly." Oscar pointed to the straight footprints. "We have walked all the way, and the footprints are neat and straight. This doesn't look like a zombie."

What else could it be if it's not a zombie?

A mercenary said: "This is the only clue. Let's trace it back and see!"

It has no choice but to do so!

Oscar followed the team and passed through the grove for more than ten minutes. The scenery in front suddenly changed. A simple-looking abandoned wooden house appeared in the field of vision. It was located in the middle of a huge cedar. The roof was covered with branches and leaves. It was difficult to find if you didn't look carefully. There was no snow around, and patches of black frozen soil were exposed. The soil looked very fresh and had traces of being turned over. There was some white powder mixed in the soil.

One-Eye bent down and put some powder in front of his nose to sniff.

"Lime?"

A mercenary shouted: "There is a house in front!"

"Nonsense, I'm only blind in one eye!" One-Eye sprinkled the powder, stood up and said: "You two stay and be on guard."

The mercenary drew out his broadsword and hid under cover.

One-Eye, Oscar and the archer moved forward. From a distance, One-Eye smelled a rotten smell. Having been a mercenary for 30 years, he knew that this was the smell of a rotting corpse. In addition, there was a strange smell, very much like some kind of potion.

A mercenary shooter checked the surroundings and said, "Boss, there are no traps nearby."

"You stay at the door!"

"Yes!"

One-Eye kicked the door and entered, followed by Oscar.

The scene in the hut.

Oscar was stunned.

No doubt.

This is a secret warlock laboratory. There are dozens of glass jars on a specimen rack, filled with green liquid, soaked with various organs, some of which are animal and some of which are human.

There is a long dissection table in the middle, with blood stains on it, and tools are placed beside it, including tweezers, saws, hammers, knives... On the test tube rack, there are potions of different colors, plus some ground powder.

There is a weird atmosphere everywhere.

There are five drawings on the wall, hand-drawn human body structure diagrams, which were found out bit by bit by dissecting a large number of corpses.

Oscar wanted to walk over, and when he stepped over a floor, he suddenly felt something. He leaned over to touch the ground, and his fingers tapped lightly, making a "bang bang" sound. He raised his head and shouted: "One-Eye, there is a tunnel here!"

"Really? Open it and see!"

Oscar groped for a handle, and with a bang, he pushed open the wooden board. A dark passage appeared in front of him, and the strong smell of blood and [***] hit him in the face, making people feel uneasy and fearful.

"Damn, weird! I want to see what the hell it is!" One-Eye swallowed his saliva, "Prepare a torch first."

Oscar silently chanted a spell, and a slight energy fluctuation spread from the palm of his hand. The light energy condensed, and finally a glowing sphere appeared.

The fist-sized ball of light slowly sank into the tunnel.

One-Eye praised with a sigh, "This spell is really convenient!"

Oscar prepared 3 spell templates, a 9th-level [Evil Avoidance], a 6th-level [Enhanced Fire Bomb], a 3rd-level [Lighting Ball], and 6 [Level 1 Talisman Activation] templates.

This is the limit of what he can do at present.

The first 3 are apprentice spells, and [Level 1 Talisman Activation] is a special spell template that must be used with talismans. It is not a regular spell and does not occupy much mana, but the number of prepared ones is limited by the warlock's level.

Now, the lighting ball has been used.

15 talismans are Oscar's main means, but since the talisman can only be activated 6 times, only 6 talismans can be used in total.

"I'll go down first."

One-Eye made a gesture and went down a wooden ladder.

Oscar drew out his dagger, and with his left hand, he pulled out a [Light Shield Protection] talisman from his talisman bag. He waited quietly for several minutes, but there was no movement.

"Hey, One-Eye, how are you?"

One-Eye's voice came up: "No danger has been found for the time being, but I personally suggest that you don't come down."

Oscar said nothing, bit the dagger in his mouth, and climbed into the basement from the stairs. Oscar stood firm and urged the lighting ball to move forward. The scene in the basement made people gasp.

The basement is simply a slaughterhouse.

There are 25 wooden barrels here, and there is a corpse in each barrel, naked, with a hideous posture, soaked in a pungent and smelly liquid.

Each corpse has traces of sutures, and the whole body is painted with complex and mysterious patterns.

Oscar showed no fear, nor did he vomit on the spot, which impressed the one-eyed man. He said to Oscar, "I have traveled all over the country and never seen anything like this. This looks like the style of a sorcerer. Do you know what's going on?"

"This is a potion made from Xinjin grass."

"What is Xinjin grass?"

"When Xinjin grass juice is applied to the wound, it will immediately produce blood clots in the blood vessels, so it has a hemostatic function. This kind of herb is generally not used for medical purposes, but is used as a [***] hardener."

The one-eyed man didn't quite understand.

Oscar continued to explain: "Apply the grass juice on the body, and the applied part will become extremely hard."

One-Eye immediately thought of the wonderful use of it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Then when working, apply it on the penis, wouldn't it become a real golden gun that can't be knocked down, and it's no problem to sleep with ten women at night... cough cough cough!" One-Eye coughed a few times, almost forgetting the occasion, and changed his words: "Then... what is the meaning of soaking these corpses in it?"

Oscar said with a serious expression: "Refining corpses!"

"Refining what?"

"There is lime in the soil outside, which can be used for corrosion. I was suspicious at the time, and now I can basically confirm that it must be refining corpses!" Oscar found a rough magic circle on the wooden barrel, which was the death magic circle, and immediately said, "The owner of this place is a warlock who understands the art of death!"

Oscar was very confused. Didn't the art of death develop thousands of years later?

How could anyone understand it at this time?

"After soaking in the Xinjin potion, the corpse will become hard. This is the first step in making zombies." Oscar paused, suddenly thought of something, stared at the one-eyed man and said, "I understand. The zombies you encountered before were not naturally formed."

"What do you mean?"

"Those zombies were made!"

"No way, zombies can be made?"

Oscar nodded affirmatively and said, "Of course!"

The one-eyed man was furious, "Who did it, bastard? I will chop him up and eat him with wine!"

"Don't be impulsive. This matter is more serious than you think." Oscar glanced at the twenty or so corpse-refining barrels and said, "From the corpse-refining formation, this person is quite skilled. I'm afraid he can refine hundreds of corpses. If we meet him, it's hard to say who will chop who!"

The one-eyed man thought of the combat effectiveness of the zombies, and his expression became a little ugly, "Do you have any way?"

"Natural corpses can be tamed, but refined corpses cannot."

The one-eyed man's old face became stern: "What should I do?"

"The best way is to kill the death warlock. This warlock may be from Baisong Town. This matter may be related to the disappearance of the townspeople." Oscar activated the lighting ball and looked over. "He hasn't come back yet. There are several rooms. Let's go in and look for them now. Maybe we can find some clues."