Damage

Druids yelled and screamed in the distance. Obviously they had been hurt in the battle. Anfey turned around to take a look and then turned to look at Bruzuryano. Bruzuryano had been peacefully looking at something in front of him. He did not seem to be able to hear anything. People in high positions not only had to be cruel to their opponents. Sometimes they had to be hard on the people who worked for them, even to themselves. The key was to be cold and emotionless.

The running horse seemed to sense something and screamed in anxiety as he slowed down. A group of zombies came from the woods, some walking and some crawling, and slowly blocked Anfey on the grass. Their eyes did not have any focus, only staring at what was in front of them. Anfey raised his eyebrows. He had sensed death in the woods a long time ago. It was not reasonable that Bruzuryano did not sense it. As Bruzuryano’s assistant, he could not do anything right now but wait for Bruzuryano to start the fight.