Outskirts of the capital...
The weather is grim, The clouds are crackling with lightning. Rain can co any mont. Winds are blowing very hard.
The sun is covered in dark.
A massive horde of zombies sward in from all sides, enshrouding the outskirts. The village's human residents had evacuated, and a formidable force of soldiers stood positioned 1 kiloter from the outskirts.
Arthur stood at the forefront, accompanied by Derein by his side. King Grok and King Grad flanked them, with ogre soldiers led by No.300 standing alongside.
"Why hasn't your master arrived?" Arthur inquired of No.300.
"Master will co, He is busy in so business. He told to lead the forces accordingly to your orders and under Lady Derein's command only." No.300 replied with confidence.
"Don't worry, Arthur. He will co," Derein reassured as she glanced at Arthur with a warm smile.
"I hope so too. I truly need him here," Arthur muttered while his gaze remained fixed on the approaching horde of the zombies.
"Shall we launch an attack, Your Majesty?" a knight commander queried Arthur, his face covered in tension.
"No, sothing is amiss. What are they up to?" Arthur wondered aloud, observing that the zombies weren't converging on the capital. Instead, they circled around a lone house positioned in the village's upper left corner.
They were continuously going towards that one house, ignoring all the human soldiers standing in front of them.
"Could there be soone left in that house?" Arthur speculated with a suspicious look.
"No, Your Majesty. According to villagers, no one was within the house, and our soldiers confird it twice," reported a knight captain as he went down on his knees.
"Then why are these wretched creatures converging on that house?" Arthur mused.
Arthur said as he used a skill.
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