The Skeletons were draped in tattered armor, rotting like strips of rag hanging from their bodies.
Their weapons were also covered in rust, seemingly incapable of inflicting any damage.
A few of them made a rough count.
There were about three hundred.
"Is this all?" Xu Haide asked curiously.
Old Keli wiped his nose, "Ah, how many did you expect? Do you really think this is some sort of mass burial ground with endless skeletons?"
No one spoke, merely observing the undead in the distance.
From the undead's shabby equipment and their aimless wandering,
it was certain that they were just a group of wild undead.
Not to mention being a threat to the human Federation; these bone structures might get cleaned up by a passing herd of beasts any day.
Scattered undead of low rank represented little threat, especially in small numbers.
"All right, we've seen enough; there's really nothing much to look at. Let's head back!" Old Keli urged from the side.
