"What did you see?" Fang Zhou turned his head and asked.
"The other tents are also full of dead Forest Centaurs. There isn't a single living one, and some of the dead even have strange smiles on their faces," Miliou said urgently. "All the supplies have been left exactly where they were, completely untouched."
"The guards on watch died by the campfire, and there are no signs that the cargo was disturbed." It doesn't seem like an attack by Demons who relish destruction and chaos, so what could have killed them? Gu Yueyuan wondered, his brow furrowed in thought.
"It's fine. The bodies can still talk." Fang Zhou commanded the Undead Creatures to move the corpses one by one, preparing to perform an Undead Mage's classic trick.
However, as soon as the Forest Centaur bodies were disturbed, their horrific appearance was revealed, covered with red and black scars.
"Ah!" Miliou screamed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Get away from there! These people died of a plague!"
