"Simple," I shrugged, "these Hescos seemed to get rid of the zombie threat before we arrived there. It's time for us to make them remember the fear of the fifth quest."
When I said that, my tone and expression were vicious. I meant what I said, and they were smart enough to get what I meant.
If I could control the zombies coming out from the dens formed by these orbs, then I planned to use all these orbs and turn the entire world out there into zombies loyal to me.
"You wanted defensive troops to guard your drones, and these zombies will be perfect for such a task," I knew the fight over there made both sides lose tons of forces in the past clashes.
If I used orbs there to form dens, then the entire region would be submerged under a dense amount of zombies, many of which would be higher grade than normal zombies.
