"Brothers, charge with me! Kill zombies, eat Brain Cores!"
At Big Thick Leg's command, the zombies behind him let out savage roars that shook the heavens. Like fierce tigers descending a mountain, they charged down the slope and flooded into Dragon Country.
The Zombie Tide under his command numbered a full twenty thousand, surging mightily like a black waterfall pouring down from the pristine snowy mountains.
Big Thick Leg took the lead. The muscles in his legs swelled, growing even thicker. His strides were solid and powerful as he ran, his figure like a gust of wind that left afterimages in its wake.
Only the old, weak, sick, and disabled remained within Dragon Country. Big Thick Leg swung his claws and tore open their throats.
The zombies behind him immediately pounced, pinning them to the ground and tearing into them.
Foul blood spurted out, staining the white snow blackish-brown.
"Huh? These zombies are really weak!"
Big Thick Leg muttered to himself. It seemed Baldy's information was true. The zombies under Red Eyes were all bluff and no substance, with no fighting power to speak of.
"Baldy said this place was dangerous. He really was just trying to fool me. Looks like I came to the right place this time!"
He led his underlings in a nonstop slaughter, growing more and more excited. They smashed through everything in their path and charged deep into the snowfield.
Iron Bull stood atop a mountain, watching as the Indian Zombies neared his feet.
"They're here..."
If they were putting on an act, they had to make it convincing. If he did not show himself, the other side would find it hard to believe.
So he gave the order as well and led his Zombie Tide down the slope.
The two black tides collided head-on.