Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 392 The Bloody Mountains

A wide wooden table, darkened by a sanguine substance stood in the center of cave, the ground flattened via grinding, space expanded into a large semi-sphere, chains and ropes holding fresh carcasses, strips of flesh left to dry up, some left above small fires, smoke washing over them, sausages, ham, blood sausages, jugs of blood, jars of grounded bones, neatly piled osseous matter, all possible body parts under every form and shapes they could possibly take on.

This cave actually had built in chimneys, one wall in particular had been smoothened perfectly flat, a collection of tools lined up, some forged out of iron, some carved out of stone, some out of wood, a few even fashioned from bones, this entire space was a slaughter house and kitchen all in one, one could butcher and immediately prepare the food.

Grabbing what looked like a spoon, the expert butcher gouged out both eyes from the would-be menu, quickly putting them in a jar filled with liquid alongside other of such eyes, grinning and licking all teeth at the container brimming with perfectly preserved eyeballs.

The meal's clothes had been thrown into a pile away from the rest, it would make for good material to fashion more clothing, making an incision upon the abdomen, applying superb strength to solely slice the skin and abdominals without even grazing what laid beneath, cutting a square shape out of the flesh, allowing for full access to the guts and organs, all great materials for scrumptious meals and snacks, but of course.

"Ah, you fools really never think about emptying yourselves before getting killed? Barbarians!" laughing by herself, Derdlim Maulerd used her bare hands to move to entrails, making sure to move waste away from the limits of said guts before cutting them loose, pushing the dung out like one might try to squeeze water imbibed in a towel, careful not to rupture the precious guts in the least.

Stringing it up, grabbing an unsuspectedly complex tool, used to push water through the passageway of all that was better left in a cesspit, away from sight, the butcher was well-used to such filth by now.

Leaving the intestines on their own for now, she moved on to the removal of all other organs, all were especially useful for the preparation of both feasts and meals, feasts being the most prominent of the two, as it allowed for one to permanently grow stronger and integrate aspects of the food, meals were what the warqueen had kindly offered to her fellow lords, which were all temporary but always showed much greater results in this short time.

Devouring organs typically allowed for herself and her people to enhance their own, which was why reproductive organs were quite in demand.

"Aah, what a shame Alisart, you would be quite surprised at how fertile I would be, I am certain!" laughing to herself as she carved out the lungs, the art of growing more powerful by feasting was not discovered by her, but she was the one to have perfected it into something more refined, eating directly from corpses was fine every once in a while, but they weren't beasts and it showed, when utilising their capabilities to cook the meat and prepare exquisite food, the effects were always greatly enhanced.

A light snort escaping the warqueen.

"Huh, Combuscrus is calling for another meeting, so soon?" muttering to herself, shutting the door to her cave.

"Gartran! Bring your ass over here!" calling for her right hand man, who quickly appeared, running up the mountain's path like a gorilla.

The Eastern Peaks were jagged and treacherous, the people of Derdlim Maulerd had all taken residence upon this, and surrounding peaks, living in caves as living outside left the exposed to the dragons that inhabited the region, that was not correct, they were the ones supposed to hunt them, not the opposite, especially since they made for most scrumptious feasts.

She herself had eaten a fair bit of them, and was always looking forward to the next, grabbing her cleaver, alongside Gartran, she went onto her way to the designated place that had been decided for the four regional lords to meet, rather curious what could have made the reclusive pyromancer call for such a thing of his own volition.

"Will you attempt to catch the knight king, my lord?"

"Of course! Do you see any of the other two sticks not breaking if mating with me? Not to mention that those two reek of their supposed right hand warriors! Unbelievable, real savages... Why do you look sad now? Are you hungry?"

"No, my lord"

"Good, I need to arrive in advance to get a hold of Alisart without the others around, heheheh..." chuckling at the thought of her unrefined plan, Gartran could only exhale as he followed after his queen.@@@@