Traveling on the raft against a calm wind seemed peaceful, almost making them forget where they were. H used the long bamboo stick as a paddle to move the raft faster while on Michael's raft, Brownie used the bamboo paddle.
"You seem tense," Maria said looking at Michael. He was surprised to see this stubborn stupid girl noticing his inner emotions.
"Is it weird considering where we are going?" he shrugged. He could have smiled yet he showed no expression on his face. After getting a question as an answer, Maria frowned before sitting on the raft to relax her muscles.
At the moment, Michael was standing behind the raft, in front of the back wall made of wooden planks. Except for Maria, no one turned back to notice what he was doing. He chose this place so he could concentrate on controlling the drone which would let him know the whereabouts of the crocs.
While Michael was looking at the footage being captured by the drone, out of nowhere an arrow shot straight at the drone. The drone flew chaotically above the river before finally falling into the water. But before it went down, Michael saw a humanoid figure on a boulder near the river.
"Is that an alpha?" his brows furrowed. This was another difference he found in the Netherels of the Southern continent. Back in the Northern Continent, a netherel bite wouldn't turn a cultivator into a netherel, it was the exact opposite here. It was obviously the lack of Arch energy in the peoples' bodies here. If Jessie was a cultivator and had Arch energy running through his energy veins, he wouldn't have turned into a netherel or undead.
As he learned recently, the alphas were stronger and intelligent undeads who possessed intellectual equal to a human. In other words, alphas were perfect killing machines.
After the alpha undead shot down his drone, he had no way of knowing the crocks' whereabouts or how far the undeads from their current position were.
Michael put the Doombringer on his shoulder, preparing himself for the upcoming battle.
"Guys, I feel like something's heading in our way. You might wanna put your guard up" Michael warned everyone on the raft. For a few moments, Ross gawked at him doubtfully but ultimately Ross nodded.
For a few more minutes, he heard only the sound of the river's flow, the birds chirping as well as the creaking noises produced by the rafts. It was until he started to hear the ear-piercing scream which was followed by growling noises of countless undeads.
"Watch out!" Logan shouted from his raft. Michael peeked through the wall's holes to see either side of the river is getting swarmed by humanoid undeads and undead beasts.
"Graahhhhhh!"
"Grrrrrrrr!"
"Eeeeeeekkkkkk!"
Various terrifying noises came from all around them.
"Move move move!" H shouted as the first raft began to move faster. The undeads standing on the shore swarmed into the river, hoping to catch them mindlessly only to get stormed by the river current. Many beast undeads drowned instantly.
"Fuck crocodiles!'
Yet again Logan warned them with a shout but Michael and everyone on his raft could see the army of crocodiles swimming towards them with their jaws wide open.
[There's no way the host could get past those crocs without using your cultivation powers]
Even the system couldnt stay silent looking at the crocks swarming the river ahead of them. He could use wind blast to blast the crocks away. Given the current situation, it seemed to be the only logical move. It would be nearly impossible for these rafts to go through the crocks. Probably while they were stuck with the crocks, the alpha might pick them off one by one with his bow.
Whoosh!
"Brownie!" Just when he was thinking about the alpha, an arrow went straight through Brownie's head. The blood spattered on Ross's face who was standing relatively close to Brownie. Michael saw Brownie's lifeless body falling into the river. The arrow that killed Browne was extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, it took Brownie's life. Brownie didn't even see the arrow that took his life. He was completely clueless.
"Get down!" Ross shouted as they all ducked down. Through the hole in the wall, Michael noticed a 6ft humanoid figure standing on a boulder with a bow in his hand. There was no skin below his neck while half of the skin had fallen off of his face. The messy patches of grey hair fluttered in the wind behind the figure. His horrifying figure sent a chill running through everyone's spines.
"An alpha undead!" he heard Marcella's shout. Without Brownie paddling, the raft started to propel violently.
"Hang on!" Ross cautiously crawled towards the paddle. Fortunately, Marcella was able to fire a couple of bolts. Her bolts made the alpha undead retrieve from the boulder to seek cover. However none couldn't breathe a sigh of relief, the crocks were still coming on their way.
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