Chapter 75: The ambush

The barrier was cracking. The adventurers were huddled close together.

Some were praying, somewhere drinking, some were begging.

No one knew why.

No one could explain why they still had enough hope in their hearts to not just slit their throats.

The zombie giant, which was battering their barrier, a barrier which Pala was trying to hold in place, blood running down her mouth, was not going to show them any mercy.

It could not, even if it wanted to.

All they, those who had been deemed not strong enough to go and clear a scouting party, could do was pray, and drink, and cry…

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Pan looked at the burning undead at his feet. Fireballs were dead useful, he had to admit.

Brandon was still circling the place where the giants had attempted to make a last stand. The place where the single zombie rogue, fast and nimble, despite rotting and falling apart, had tried to lead them.

Brandon…