Capítulo 372: Secret of The Lost Race

Chapter 372

The cold wind howled in the mountain heights. Ulmir's Rest was a fortified city built under a mountain that was part of the Mountains of Glory formation. A lonely draugr was making his way up the mountain. Usually, players wouldn't go this high up for the risk of asphyxiation or freezing.

The use of potions to fight the cold would get expensive, and would be for no defined reason if done. The party that Dave had just wiped out had a leader that was stubborn enough and rich enough to afford spending the potions on himself to see what lay at the top of the mountain.

Dave on the other hand, as an Undead had no need of such tools. His passive ability ignored the cold and he had no need to breath. He was perfectly suited to go up the mountain without caring for such discomforts.