The Curse Blood Knights possess a wisdom comparable to the Naraku Undead of Tusk City. They can speak, but most of the time, these Tombyard Undead are rather taciturn.
Beneath the helmet forged from Netherworld Demon Iron, a flickering soul fire danced. This Curse Blood Knight released a psychic wave using the soul fire, saying, "I understand... lead the way!"
Immediately, the patrol team led by the Curse Blood Knight followed the Undead Giant Bat, rushing towards Trist's merchant group.
"Master! Master! Something terrible happened!!!"
Within the Blood Moon Merchant Group, a Resentful Spirit tumbled and scrambled, crashing into Trist's door.
Trist, who was sleeping, was instantly startled awake. He sprang up with a start and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, is it a Demon?!"
This was the thing Trist feared the most.
The Resentful Spirit hadn't gotten up from the ground, and he shrieked, "Master, it's not a Demon, it's the Undead!!"
