After entering the Polo Field, the situation inside was much as Deathstroke had expected. There were no zombies, and even the horses were still alive and well.
That made sense. Good horses were valuable, and the construction crew did not have the keycard for this place. The zombies had no way of getting through the sturdy gates either.
Su Ming walked over to the stables. He had originally planned to pet the poor animals, but perhaps the horses sensed Strangle's terrifying presence. The moment Deathstroke approached, they dropped to their knees and refused to get back up no matter how they were pulled, terrified enough to piss and shit themselves.
"Looks like horseback riding is no longer an entertainment option for me in this life." Deathstroke felt a little regretful. There was nothing to be done about it; that was the price.
"Eek." Strangle indicated that this was not a problem. It could turn into a horse for its host to ride, anything from an Arabian horse to a Mongolian horse.
"Forget it. Barry and the Cloak of Levitation are enough mounts for me." Deathstroke patted Little Sprout on the head, and the smooth touch made him feel a little warmth. "Come on. Let's spread out a cloth on the lawn, get some snacks, and I'll tell you about zombies."
Zombies, jiangshi, Living Dead, The Walking Dead—basically, they were all the same thing.
Like Vampires and Werewolves, many types of zombies existed throughout the Marvel Multiverse, with different causes behind them. Su Ming divided them into four major categories.
First were zombies created by divine power or magic.
Many gods used resurrected corpses as servants. Hela, for example, had revived many undead servants to pour her water and wine, using them as attendants in the Underworld Palace.
Hell Lords like