Drinking the wine when coldness was seeping through the whole body was naturally a good idea, which was appreciated by the group of soldiers.
Those who had cleared the first wave of the external zombie, but each of them only appreciated a sip of it.
After all, for the coming next wave what they needed the most is sanity. Where the cloud which was hiding the moon, finally flew away with the wind.
Opened a small window, from where the moon was able to sneak past some of its light on the dead land.
Where a pile of corpses zombies was lying dead, without any movement within them.
'I wanted to burn them all, but if I did it the smoke from the dead will cover our eyesight. Making it harder to see, in this mist which is fatal, especially for soldiers. Right, Mai! About that thing, those lava hand was actually that male magus from before. I found this ring on it.'
