Chapter 522: Playing in the mud
The Ochiarans looked strange, like three meters tall, dried up humans with dark blue skin. They wore primitive clothing made of woven plant fibers decorated with sheets of elastic tree bark, and wielded all sorts of primitive-looking weapons of sticks and stones.
They appeared around the group one by one, they did not walk, only teleporting from one point to another.
Disturbingly, some of them were smaller with a slightly bigger head. ‘The children’, as Ihuarah had called them.
Without hesitation, Pareth was first to engage, wielding a spear, he stabbed at the large head of one of the short Ochiarans, but it teleported away. Pareth’s spear of light extended, and it pierced the torso of another Ochiaran standing further away, who was late to react to the surprise attack. Pareth pulled on his spear, bringing the blue creature close, and, covering his fist with raw mana, punched its disturbing face, bursting the Ochiaran’s skull open like an overripe fruit.
The creature fell, limp, its body turning into a pile of sloshing wet mud.
Woah even the clothes are actually made of dirt.
‘You have defeated [Damned Ochiaran - lv. 212]’
‘Do not be fooled, they are not people,’ Ihuarah had warned the group before entering the jungle.
Ochiarans were a type of ghost creature, but they lived in huts, and mimicked a primitive tribal society, going as far as making grotesque facsimile bodies out of dirt. All to gain a psychological advantage over their main prey: anyone with a soul.