Hisses, roars, the Undead, their eyes flickering with red light, were like rabid dogs freed from their cage, shredding anyone in their path to pieces.
The Wanderers grasped their swords, spears, and shields to resist. As those among the earliest to adapt to slaughter and warfare in this land, they could gouge the eyes of their assailants even in their sleep, killing had become instinct.
Flames flickered, boiled, erupted!
"Bang~"
A small package was thrown amongst the group of Wanderers.
"What is this!" One Wanderer sensed something amiss.
"Ah! It's so spicy!"
"Fire Tongue Grass?"
Some Wanderers had already detected the problem, but who had ground up so much Fire Tongue Grass? Indeed, as a seasoning, it was comparable to chili peppers. It suited well for dispelling the cold in winter, but in certain quantities, it could literally burn people to death.
