Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 716 - Operation Arid Soil Part Twenty-Seven

716: Operation Arid Soil : Part Twenty-Seven

716: Operation Arid Soil : Part Twenty-Seven

As it turned out, more did want to challenge her, simply refusing, or perhaps incapable, of realising that they were outmatched, even if their numbers doubled and their individual strength tripled, it would be the same.

By the end of it all, every single of the orcs present within the town ended up with part of their skin missing, the scratching of countless grains of red sand was beyond painful, leaving the creatures twitching on the ground without even a single though in their minds as they brain was paralysed by agony, such were the risks of being a living.

“Restrain their four limbs and drag them all into camp for interrogation, if they show reluctance to speak, let our good doctor dissect one alive before the rest” spoke Ir’Houwl before walking deeper into the town, watching around the habitations with interest.

The orcs had set up camp on the opposite side to the entrance, there was only one way into the city if one didn’t think to scale the walls or to dig underneath, so they must have thought that it was safest, they had dug out holes in an area and had been cooking the flesh of a few desert creatures of the same kind.

She recognised them as a sort of fist-sized locusts that whilst in possession of working wings, would typically be crawling in the sand, forming small moving bumps as they headed for carcasses before they were dragged into the depths of the desert.

The only time they would fly was when hiding in the shadow of a larger creature or when threatened enough, like many beings here, they did not like to be under direct sunlight anymore than was necessary as they couldn’t hold out for long under its overbearing presence.

Though, it seemed like they were considered food to the orcs, but Ir’Houwl wasn’t going to judge their culinary preferences, she hadn’t eaten anything since she had died, and hadn’t hopped on the feast and meal way of power, that was more of a thing for ghouls and vampires, who were actually built to consume things even as undeads, especially vampires, as no matter the type, they all drank blood.

That lead her to wonder how they would handle the dim light of the pale blue sun, or pale red sun, she was aware that vampires weren’t truly weak to sunlight, and that it instead filled them with so much power that they turned into ash, but since they were fine with light reflected by a moon, perhaps the lighting of one of those suns was actually safe for them…

Definitely not that one however, skeletons had trouble with that one, even Gravelord Nosferatu might not be able to resist much against something so awfully bright.

The minor lord stepped into one of the square houses, the orcs had definitely been into that one, and it already wasn’t obvious enough, it was now even clearer that they had had nothing with its construction, they were just squatting the place.

Entryways and such had definitely been made with regular-sized people in mind, if not a bit shorter than average, whatever chair or utensils were left behind could clearly be of no use in the brutish hands of these desert orcs, however, she did not sense much lingering death force around, nor did she discovered blood or other signs of struggle, it seemed like the inhabitants had left of their own volition, and quite a while ago, some sand had managed to get carried around and had accumulated like dust on the furniture, some of the houses that hadn’t been rummaged through by the orcs were instead home to desert critters.

There were no signs of plantations or animal farms, so it was dubious how they used to feed themselves, but all was fine, the discovery of the bush-trees and the sandstone used in the constructions was already a big one, moreover, this was a good indication that there should be more signs of civilisation nearby, the people surely wouldn’t have fled randomly if there was nowhere for them to go to.

Especially considering that sandstone and the bush-trees seem to be rare, they could not have simply relocated to another town, or so she presumed.

Overall, this place was completely empty, if anything, the most pressing question was where these orcs had come from, it was the very first time that they had been encountered, and it didn’t appear that they were better geared to resist exposure to the sun and heat much better than the other denizens of the deserts, and considering that they cooked food to eat it, their size and the fact that they lived in a group, they were unlikely to hide in the sand like most of the others.

And since relying on abandoned towns to live in was far from sustainable, they had to have their own camps somewhere out there.

Ir’Houwl walked around and checked every house individually whilst thinking, the answers to her questions surely lied with the prisoners they now had, and although appearing like stubborn sort, they would surely relent and spit out what they knew eventually.

Probably after a visit to the doctor, if they were under the impression that a light scratching by her sand was the most painful thing that could happen to them, they were in for a nasty surprise.

She stopped before a small obelisk carved out of sandstone, tucked away in a corner of the town, it had been painted over with what seemed to have been a mixture of blood and something else she couldn’t identify, it was only half as tall as she was, and on its surface, word could be read.

“Hail the servants of Prime Undeviginti, Walkers of the Desert”

“Hail the servants of Watchful Undeviginti, Hunters of the Desert”

“Curse the servants of Illusory Undeviginti, Tricksters of the Desert”

“Curse the servants of Sanguine Undeviginti, Heretics of the Desert”

“Curse the servants of Cleansing Undeviginti, Butchers of the Desert”

Ir’Houwl wasn’t completely certain who Undeviginti was, if it was even supposed to be a person or being, but felt that some of the titles associated with some of them felt familiar, Watchful Undeviginti definitely felt like a close match with the pale blue sun, it did have an eye after all.

Illusory Undeviginti also seemed to correspond with the mirages, calling its servants tricksters was also fitting as this one had looked nearly exactly the same as the regular one, which would perhaps be Prime Undeviginti if following this logic.

And naturally, Sanguine Undeviginti, although not quite actually blood red, would be referring to the pale red sun.

The only one that was without a sun to attribute the name to would be Cleansing Undeviginti.

This would all indicate that there were five different suns in total.