Lich woke up once again.

This time, the moon couldn't be seen, and the sun was scorching the desert.

His eyes would have still been wet from crying, if not for the fact that he was lying on very hot sand.

Lich tried to remember why he was where he was and why he was there, but he simply forced the fact that he broke down crying and slept for 12 hours out of his mind.

Finding nothing better to do, he wanted to keep walking, but realized that the sun was above him. That was not good.

He didn't know where he was, or how much he walked the day before, but he was undoubtedly not filling his quota.

Yet, how could he walk with a broken heart? Just standing up was painful to him, so how could he walk over 30 km?

But then, he remembered why he was doing it. The faces of the friends he lost (that would be princess and the scorpion) flashed before his eyes, and the enemies he vanquished (a few bandits and a few times more civilians). He couldn't give up. He wouldn't give up.

So he stood up. No man or element could stop him from achieving the goal. It was unclear what it was, but it was a goal nonetheless.

One step after another, Lich made his way forward. It was the middle of the day, so it was very hot.

“It's too hot for me to even sing. Do something narrator.”

While Lich was addressing a nonexistent deity, a caravan was approaching his position, heading toward Pofadder.

They were traveling merchants that transported essential products from one city to another.

But when he saw them, Lich knew they were not who they aspired to look like.

Because the only reason why so many goods were so far south, would be Cape City.

And they only trade by sea.

Of course, other settlements may have gotten suspicious because Cape City stopped sending trade ships (courtesy of a destructive riot and Lich's help), but it would be far wiser to send scouts by sea.

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Meaning that, since there is only one commodity you can get from a bunch of leftover refugees after a war, they were selling a quite morally questionable product.

He quickly came up with an idea on how to find some shade.

“Hey!”

Lich screamed out when the caravan was approaching. He couldn't ride any of their land trains because of the rule he made when coming up with the idea to walk for no reason. That is, he would have to actually walk.

The front vehicle stopped, and the other followed.

“What the hell do you want?”

The driver jumped out and approached Lich.

“Who are you selling to?”

“No one. We're coming back from a tour.”

“Please, I know Cape City doesn't trade by land.”

A grimace of dissatisfaction appeared on the trader's face.

“Yeah, you got me. We're going to Windhoek. What, you wanna trade?”

“No. Just wanted to know who I'll piss off.”

And with that, Lich took out his favorite weapon and swung it up, making a (triangular, of course) hole in his enemy's jaw, and ripping it off when retracting the pick.

Blood and flesh fell down, and that sight revitalized Lich. His adrenaline levels rose exponentially, and he was ready for slaughter.

“Shit, He killed Mike!”

This was only one of the screams that arose when the king of the undead recruited another person to his ranks. Although, The soldier didn't want to fight, and instead lay on the sand.

Lich laughed loudly and climbed on the roof of the leading truck. He was safer on the rooftops because almost no one has firearms. Crossbows still posed a threat, but it's easier to dodge a bolt, than a bullet.

The people on the ground and in the vehicles tried to either climb up themselves or just looked at the attacker, while Lich was just killing the climbers one by one, by puncturing their lungs and crushing their scapula through a strong overhead attack.

Yet, some still managed to get on the trucks. They organized and tried to swarm Lich.

Some died like their leader, while others either had their heads decapitated by a sideways swing, or smashed by a straight down strike.

One person got drop-kicked off the rooftop, falling down on his friend, killing them both.

Once everyone up top died, it was time for the people down below, who were too frozen to even shoot at Lich in his previous fight.

They were clearly newbies who just joined the gang as a rebellion against their parents, or poor orphans who found crime to be their best option to get out of poverty.

But now, they were dying like turkeys before Thanksgiving.

After a fewteen seconds, everyone but Lich dropped dead.

He wanted to find the best car to take a rest in, but heard people banging on the doors of the largest truck.

Lich walked toward the loud spot and opened the door.

“Thank you for saving us. We are forever indebted to you.”

A woman in her 30s came up and thanked him. She was tall, very attractive.

“I indeed am hungry. You will repay the debt now.”

Unluckily for her (as well as the others who objected to him looking for a good piece of meat), Lich's stomach was growling loudly.

The main reason why they died, was because Their savior had a particular taste in the flesh of rather young humans, still untainted by substances like drugs or alcohol.

At the end of the day, the moon rose, and he was still around 150 km from his goal. Now, his quota was 30 km a day, or he would die.

But first, he slept.