The commander was executed, and the threat of the zombies finally collapsed without any attack. Although some zombies still lingered outside the stronghold, they no longer posed a threat. The exhausted warriors and survivors of the past few days could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Nightfall came.
Just as most of the survivors began to sleep, the camp was not calm.
A faint smell of blood drifted from a house, and vaguely, one could see the blood flowing on the ground.
"Creak."
The door opened.
The Dark Elf pushed the door open and walked out.
The attitude of the surrounding warriors towards her was completely different. Previously, they would steal glimpses because of her appearance, but now they actually bowed slightly to show respect to her.
