Unbeknownst to the two frightened livings, Loimos watched them retreat into their homes before turning his attention to one of the many darkened farms.
He could tell which were inhabited at the moment and which were empty, most were rich with multiple sources of life, some dwindling, some flourishing, some stable.
They were all living still.
The vast fields Loimos had encountered on his way there were vibrant with life, the sheer variety of crops was quite surprising, some even seemed to be cultivating flowers or trees, the expanse of the farmlands reached beyond his undead sight.
His dead mind went to work as he looked over his surroundings, prowling the fields and the outside of the farms, looking through a window, which was nothing more than a small hole in the wall.
He could see slumbering younglings, if his arms were just a little bit longer...
No matter, it was clear to him that agriculture was a big deal wherever he was now, probably much bigger than adventuring or any other profession, the living conditions of the farmers didn’t tarnish his view, they had importance, even if they failed to take advantage of their positions, that didn’t change.
Slaying farmers would certainly result in the fields they watched over to be overtaken by another, if he started to kill too many, hysteria would settle in.
Loimos didn’t want the living to start going haywire by touching something of such importance, at least, not so soon.
Instead, the undead, headed deeper, further from the fields and into the inner part of the village, perhaps calling it a village wasn’t correct, it was large, it seemed like many villages had merged together.
They had probably all flocked toward what laid in the center, a city, with stone walls and guards positioned above, although they lacked attentiveness.
"S’rry sir... Didn’t mean to intrude..." he rose his hands and began running away, quite impressive speed right there.
Loimos didn’t bother to run after this random criminal that couldn’t even handle the sight of a few dead bodies and locked in on the next beggar in sight.
Judging by what the system was shoving in his sight, those ’humans’ were worth quite a lot of XP, worth more than that Stolgob, despite the goblin certainly being stronger and more capable than those defenceless people.
He could feel his death force growing deeper by the kill.
He had cleaned up the surroundings of all the easy prey, not one of them had had a strong enough survival instinct to notice the looming danger, or perhaps Loimos was simply that much more stealthy.
He walked down a moderately wide street, the ground beneath his feet had been nothing but dirt, for it had been overtaken by grass that almost reached up to his knees.
It was understandable why they all chose to pass out here, the ground must have been quite soft.
Loimos wandered through the ghost towns, sometimes coming upon a living that he could slaughter, be they a person, an animal or even just an insect.
The night became day, but the atmosphere didn’t change much in these abandoned parts, Loimos kept on prowling for multiple days and nights, of course, no guards or such ever came to investigate the death of the people he had butchered, no one knew, nor cared about them and the sole witness was nothing more than a lowly criminal that couldn’t even show his face in public without being thrown into a cell.
Though, there were still people willing to get in his ways.
Bandits, some of the beggars and cripples probably had some dealings with must have taken his actions as some sort of provocation, and finding him wasn’t exactly difficult, since Loimos hadn’t been hiding himself, it wasn’t like the typical dwellers of the surroundings could run away from him.
"Now, who the hell are you working for?" another bald man, but much bulkier, asked him with a tone that was somewhat threatening.