They moved far into the east of the Underworld, the location of the next Raid Zone should be close.
They encountered several more packs of painted dogs. But none were as big as the one they'd fought before, at most there were a couple hundred dogs in each pack.
They mowed through the packs with ease and killed every last one, getting more EXP and exacting a bit more revenge on the three-headed pooches too.
The EXP was shared between the undead, so Dave didn't receive a lot, but it was a relatively safe way to slowly level up as he didn't need to risk his neck like any other player.
Dave reached level 270 now, he was closing in on the higher-level players at a fast pace.
The regiment moved further into the black desert, climbing over many different seized duns.
When they were atop the dune, the scene opened up exposing what lay beneath.
"Lay low!" Dave gave the order and the regiment hid behind the dune.
Dave walked up slowly and took a look at what was beyond the dune.
