Lind looked at the bundles of food and the soldiers scratching their heads and could not help but ask, "Have the undead cleared out any granaries recently?"
All of it was mutated food, and there was so much that it wouldn't fit in the makeshift granary.
Who would have thought that in an apocalypse where everyone was supposed to starve, Lind would actually worry about having too much food.
There was no place to store it!
Reed, having removed his helmet, appeared to be in fairly good health. The long journey had not exhausted him too much, and he remained energetic. He had gradually been able to control the overpowering strength in his body, but it still felt a bit hot when one was close to him.
"It was the undead who were planting crops in the Calamity Shadow Region of Dragon Tooth Mountain," Reed said with a strange expression, having been startled himself when he delivered Magic Potions earlier that day.
