Hearing that the scarecrow was looking for a ghost strange creatures, the king of chilly wind's thoughts came alive.
The first thing he thought of was his enemy, the zombie king.
Zombie king once beat him up, and sees him as a joke.
"Scarecrow king, there's a zombie king near the cold wind cave."
Flanders did not care what the king of chilly wind thought at all. Powerful strength brought powerful confidence.
"Let's go! Take me to the zombie king!"
The king of chilly wind was overjoyed. Zombie king, oh zombie king. After so many years of fighting, neither of us could do anything to the other.
How could I let you go?!
The king of chilly wind brought Flanders into the depths of the ghost lair.
"Scarecrow king, the zombie king's territory is up ahead!" the king of chilly wind pointed at a large area of graves and said.
