Chapitre 259: Chapter 254: The Old Man and the Young Boy

Muria gazed at the direction where the holy warriors dashed into the Undead Gray Mist, staring for a long time.

They were not strong. Muria could perceive the strength of these over three hundred people: most of them were at Silver Rank, and only a few were at Gold Rank. Their strength, compared to the legendary existences of the Undead Council, was pitifully weak.

Their attempt to rescue individuals by entering into the kingdom of Bavaria was tantamount to courting death. If they ran into any legendary undead or lich, their troop would be annihilated.

In Erathia, even for ordinary people, death is but the beginning. If these holy warriors were killed in the kingdom of Bavaria, it wouldn't merely mean their death, their souls would also be imprisoned in their lifeless undead body, losing the chance for eternal life in the Divine Sanctuary.