"Poisonous?" Fang Hao looked curiously at the trio.
They were not high-ranking, nor wore masks.
It didn't seem as if there were poisons inside.
Perceiving Fang Hao's confusion, a dwarf explained, "Normally, you wouldn't get poisoned, but any wounds could result in infection. Within a short time, the injured would turn into undead creatures, attacking their own peers."
Fang Hao's gaze fell on the iron gauntlets they wore on their hands.
It seemed these gauntlets were to prevent cutting their fingers while collecting various spoils of war.
"Is the Detox Potion effective?" Fang Hao asked.
"No, but Holy Light is," another dwarf answered.
"Holy Light?"
Holy Light is the church's term for all light spells.
Mentioning Holy Light, the red-bearded dwarf gave his companion a glare.
As if blaming him for his indiscretion, he shouldn't have mentioned Holy Light before the Undead Army.
