After the four zombies left the aircraft, Flared Ears pressed his ears to the ground, straightened his hind legs, and followed the sounds forward.
Before long, they had stealthily reached the other side of the barren mountain. Through the rock wall, they could hear voices from across the way.
"Brother Ears, what's going on?" Shrimp Chaser could not help asking.
"There's a powerful enemy!"
Flared Ears spoke in a grave tone.
The other zombies fell silent as well, waiting quietly...
On the other side were more than a dozen zombies from Central Province. Several of them sat on the ground, "discussing philosophy."
"Ah! So boring. We don't even have a decent opponent. The moment our two bosses showed their strength, the zombies from the other provinces all ran away."
"Can't be helped. The other provinces are too weak. It has always been like this. It's normal for them to run."
"The key is that they've all run off. Who are we supposed to fight? The zombies we killed after coming out this time were all cannon fodder. Our boss's anger still hasn't subsided."
"What are you in such a hurry for? Didn't the boss tell us to guard this place? Do you think those zombies won't come back? They can run for a while, but they can't run forever!"
"..."
The zombies chatted idly, bored out of their minds.
On the other side, Flared Ears listened to their conversation, narrowing his brows as a faint anger rose within him.
They really knew how to boast, didn't they?
It felt like his status had been challenged...
"Let's go! We'll wipe them out!"
"Mm, okay."
The other zombies nodded and climbed up the barren mountain, heading straight for the summit. From there, every Central Province zombie below was clearly visible.
"Let Brother