Although the ordinary Taurens do not reject these Soul Wanderers, they also have no intention of accepting them. An obvious barrier formed a parallel line between them. After all, nobody wants their body to be mindlessly controlled after death, turning into a walking corpse.
This traditional estrangement towards undead creatures is, after all, impossible to eliminate.
After traversing this underground desert, the fiery red halo of Flame Mountain Valley was already clear on the horizon. A subterranean river surged forward. This was a mighty river, two hundred yards wide, leading Richard and his party onward.
