Leaving the tavern, the trio quickly moved north.
Villagers were coming and going, treating the wounded, and transporting supplies to the front line.
No wonder the tavern hall was filled with only women and children; the men were all outside helping.
"Boss, you know the most about the Undead," whispered Zhang Bin.
"What's there to know? The intelligence of the Undead isn't high, so there's not much to discuss," replied Fang Hao.
"What do you mean by 'knowing the most'? By the way, does the Undead architecture in Brother Hao's territory have anything to do with our current mission?" Dong Jiayue curiously chimed in, connecting the dots in her mind.
"No, don't make wild guesses. I'm one of the good guys."
The trio's feet didn't stop moving as they continued to follow the map.
At this point, there was no trace of any villagers around them, only the abandoned wooden houses remained.
Clang!
In the silent alleys, a sudden noise rang out - something had fallen.
