Alexander opened the first private messages one by one. Soon, his expression turned cold as he got a series of bad news!
[ Rowan: Boss… the Hollow Fang Shelter resisted fiercely. Their leader rallied the survivors, and though we broke through, most of their food reserves and Spirit Grass were destroyed in the fighting. We only secured scraps. We lost 8 people. ]
[ Idris: Alexander… the Pale Brook Shelter collapsed before we arrived. A horde of Spitter Zombies and a few King Zombies swept through, leaving nothing but ruins. I think someone from another clan summoned those Zombies. No resources left to claim. ]
[ Corvin: Boss, the Ashspire Shelter sabotaged their own stockpiles before surrendering. Their forges are now destroyed. We control the shelter, but production is crippled. All the blacksmiths had escaped. ]
"What?!"
Alexander slammed his hand against the table as soon as he saw this message.
