"What did you say?" Bodin said to Nesterin as he put his notes down. "You plan to go out?"
"Yes. I want to bring more materials and recruit more men for our army."
Bodin was speechless. When he traveled from Barmwich to the Boiling Volcano, it was a literal nightmare. He didn't know when and where the undead would appear. It could be anyone and anytime.
The thing he was afraid of the most was Ratha would be infected. How could Bodin have the heart to see his daughter being killed by his own soldiers? This was the reason why he thought that what Nesterin proposed did not make any sense at all.
"Hax agree with this?" Bodin asked.
Nesterin smiled. "He likes the plan."
"You must know the risk, Nesterin. It's not that easy. Not all your carriages will be pulled by magic bulls. This will make your travel much longer. And the longer your travel is, the more undead will appear in your caravan."
