Iron Bull paced through the woods outside the village, constantly pondering the question.
A moment later, a large number of zombies appeared ahead. They were gathered together, continuously twisting their bodies.
In the middle, Qin Yin hugged her guitar and played a passionate melody, her unique husky, smoky voice singing an energetic tune.
"Come and enjoy this song. Its name is Nightfall..."
"Happy beats drift by in a daze, so much joy hazily lingering here~~~"
"Actually, you don't need to chase anymore. Keep dancing, along with the cries of hi hi hi!"
"..."
At the same time, the atmosphere crew was fully in place. Black mist continuously rose, vines swayed behind them, and pink petals fluttered down.
The zombie horde was extremely excited. After all, they had achieved the strongest feat in Dragon Country. For the time being, there was nothing else to do besides dance.
Iron Bull passed by from the side. The loneliness radiating from him stood completely at odds with the zombies' revelry.
Among them, the burly Tank and his underling Steel Rod were the most conspicuous.
Both were considered strength-type zombies. Their thinking was relatively straightforward, and they got along well because they were so alike, having a great time playing together.
"Huh?"
As Steel Rod glanced around, he spotted Iron Bull passing by. Sensing that something was off about his mood, he could tell Iron Bull was clearly a little down.
"Boss, now that the Indian zombies have been wiped out, there aren't any zombies left to bother us. Why aren't you happy?"
"I've run into something very troublesome."
Iron Bull spoke slowly.
Steel Rod's fierce eyes widened at once. He felt that simply would not do.
"Boss, tell me what it is. I'll help you solve it."
"You... forget it."
Iron Bull shook his