The northeastern side of White Mountain City was in the worst shape. This was where the zombies and necromancers had attacked. Part of the wall had already collapsed and the houses nearby were burned to the ground.
Anfey walked down a narrow street, observing the ruins. Security around the city was very tight now because over twenty-five thousand mercenaries were in the city. In order to prevent any conflicts or brawls, he organized hundreds of small patrol teams so the mercenaries wouldn’t get bored.
He had only walked a few blocks and already had run into two patrols. Most of the mercenaries knew Anfey and would nod when they walked passed him. Anfey wanted to appear more amicable to the mercenaries and would smile and nod back as well.
Anfey stopped when he was getting close to the wall. A few mercenaries were lying under the damaged wall.
Anfey walked over and said, "It’s still light. Are you taking a nap?"
The mercenaries did not stir.
