Volume 3 Journey Chapter 84 Secret Art

  Those four people saw me, as if they had met a lifesaver, and surrounded me. One of the older adventurers said: "Mr. Alik, we were attacked by a group of zombies ten miles outside the town, my companion is badly injured, can you please take a look?" I looked at this anxious adventurer, and it seemed that there was some impression in my memory.

  This person seems to be an archer, has come here twice to buy medicine for injuries. I curiously asked: "If you're physically injured, shouldn't you go see the doctor in town? If you've been bitten by a zombie, shouldn't you go find the priest at the church? Why don't you do either of those things and instead come to me?"

  A young man who seemed to be very impatient, seeing me hesitating, immediately drew a single-handed sword and placed it on my neck, threateningly saying: "Don't waste words, if you're asked to save him, hurry up, if my brother dies, I'll take your life first!"

  I took a close look at the young man, his physique was good, but his muscles were bulging, and his skin was pale, it was clear that he hadn't been out much, although he might have learned swordsmanship well, this could be seen from his smooth and swift drawing of the sword, very neat, without any extra movement, and the power was also very accurate, the long sword was placed on my neck, the blade tightly pressed against my neck but didn't hurt me, however, it was clear that he had no experience in going out.

  The young man from our dynasty smiled and said: "If you kill me, can you save your brother?"

  The middle-aged man next to him suddenly roared, "Aimini, put down your weapon! You can't be so rude to Mr. Yalik! If it weren't for his medicine, your brother wouldn't have made it this far and would've died long ago!"

  Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the young man named Eminie was somewhat unconvinced and wanted to argue: "Uncle Toronto, but..."

  A middle-aged man from Toronto interrupted Eminem's words loudly: "Shut up, put away your weapons, it's not your turn to be wild here!"

  Aimini somewhat reluctantly put away the long sword in his hand and let out a disgruntled "hmmph" from his nose.

  Trenton turned around and apologized to me, saying: "Mr. Alex, I'm very sorry for my nephew's rash behavior. This child has never been out of the house before, and at home he is lawless, so he doesn't understand etiquette, offending you, please forgive him, if you can't let it go, I am willing to make compensation for this matter."

  I smiled lightly and said: "I won't bother him, you can rest assured, but can you tell me why I should choose to find him?"

  Trenton said, "He was bitten by a zombie and the doctor couldn't save him. The town's pastor has already disappeared without a trace. The wound medicine you sold us two days ago is incredibly effective. If it weren't for that medicine, my nephew would have died long ago. So we've decided your medicine must be able to cure him."

  I nodded and walked forward to check the injured person's injuries.

  The wound on his shoulder was not severe, but the entire wound had turned black and showed signs of festering. A foul-smelling pus continuously flowed out from within the wound. The victim's eyes were bloodshot, and he breathed rapidly. I recalled learning about this during my apprenticeship with Freya's grandfather in pharmacology - these were clear symptoms of being poisoned by corpse toxin. I remembered Freya's grandfather telling me that necromancers had a skill to quickly gather undead minions by using a special type of zombie that had undergone special training and cultivation, which would then be released to slaughter an entire village, turning them into undead minions. However, this method was a forbidden secret art throughout the continent of Aichner, and those who used it would be punished by being sent to the Tribunal's religious court, where they would typically be burned alive at the stake and have their soul confiscated. According to the Tribunal, this was because necromancers were a group of people who had sold their souls to demons, and to prevent their souls from being collected by demons, such drastic measures were taken.

  In fact, this secret technique can only be learned and used by a small number of undead mages with special heritage. Since it is also one of the ten forbidden spells on the mainland, the undead mages who use this secret technique have almost become extinct.

  Who would have thought that this kind of magic actually appeared in front of me, and the entire continent almost everywhere has discovered such a phenomenon of hordes of zombies. Is it possible that overnight so many undead sorcerers who can use dark magic appeared? This is really too strange.

  Under the young man's urging, I carefully examined the injured person's entire body and indeed only found that one wound. I looked up at Trundle and asked: "Do you confirm that my healing potion has a delaying effect on corpse poison? When was this person bitten? How long ago?"

  Trendo replied, "Yes, originally the wound was getting worse and worse. After I gave him this medicine to eat, there were obvious signs of improvement. Maybe it's because the medicine wasn't enough, so now it's become like this. He was bitten this afternoon, but at the time he didn't think much of it. But just a while ago, he suddenly couldn't make it."

  I nodded and went back into the house to fetch a green pill, which I handed to Toronto saying "Feed it to him and see what happens. I'm not too hopeful."

  Trenbolone tablets were carefully crushed and fed to the injured person bit by bit, then everyone at the scene watched the injured person with bated breath.

  About a quarter of an hour after taking the medicine, the injured person was much better, the redness in his eyes had faded, and his breathing began to stabilize. Even the wound on his shoulder no longer oozed pus. Seeing this situation, each of us let out a sigh of relief. It seems that the medicine I made is still very effective. The young man saw this situation and was extremely happy, looking at me with gratitude in his eyes. I smiled slightly at him, then said to everyone: "This isn't a place for conversation, I'll take you inside the shop to talk."

  Everyone sat down in my store, and I instructed Aika to take care of the injured. If anything unusual happens, please let me know immediately. After Aika turned around and left, I said to everyone: "Now things seem very tricky. According to your description, there seems to be a large number of zombies active ten miles away?"

  Trent nodded and said, "Yes, there are more and more zombies in the wild now."

  "I told Uncle Sam, 'Uncle Sam, it seems that the zombies are coming soon. We should tell the mayor about this and ask him to send a messenger to nearby cities for help. If we wait until the zombies gather and attack our town, it will be troublesome. Our small town doesn't even have walls, how can we resist the zombie attack until reinforcements arrive?'"

  Sam nodded and said, "Alec is right, we should inform the mayor of the situation. I'll go now, you all wait here and think of a solution together. We must protect our town no matter what."