Outskirts of the capital...
The weather is grim, The clouds are crackling with lightning. Rain can come any moment. Winds are blowing very hard.
The sun is covered in dark.
A massive horde of zombies swarmed in from all sides, enshrouding the outskirts. The village's human residents had evacuated, and a formidable force of soldiers stood positioned 1 kilometer from the outskirts.
Arthur stood at the forefront, accompanied by Derein by his side. King Grok and King Grad flanked them, with ogre soldiers led by No.300 standing alongside.
"Why hasn't your master arrived?" Arthur inquired of No.300.
"Master will come, He is busy in some business. He told me to lead the forces accordingly to your orders and under Lady Derein's command only." No.300 replied with confidence.
"Don't worry, Arthur. He will come," Derein reassured as she glanced at Arthur with a warm smile.