บท 373: The Blade of The Capital

Outside the capital, in a secluded cave. Deeper and deeper, stone walls extended, lit by burning torches until they reached a massive open cavern.

Under the faint glow of candles, a man opened his eyes, tied to a stone altar. He growled, realizing his mouth was closed. He tried to stand, but he was chained.

The man struggled, cursing beneath his muffled screams.

CLICK! CLACK! From the shadows, a blond elf approached, a smile on his face. "Come on, you're the ones who attacked first." Vars giggled, "Thugs like you are okay to kill since no one would come looking for you,"

The only thing Vars cared about was the safety of his mission and the secrecy.

The man growled at the top of his lungs, glaring at Vars.

Vars smiled, "Come on," He giggled, "Undead don't come out of thin air, and the worse the person's death, the stronger the creature would get," He lifted his staff up, "In the name of the bloodied one, under the red god of murder."