"Mmm~~~ gotta say, that's actually a damn good idea..." Nyssara nodded slightly, clearly pleased.
No doubt about it—Abyssion lived up to his reputation. The guy had real skills. No wonder the top brass in Heartland were backing him to become the Overlord of Frostmere.
"No time to waste. Let's move out—fast. If that Wraithshade even gets a drop of Clearwater Lake on him, it's on us for screwing up," Nyssara said sharply.
Abyssion was just as anxious. He knew they had to act fast, so he didn't hesitate any longer. His voice rang out with cold authority.
"Move out!"
Instantly, a deafening roar erupted from the heart of the zombie nest. A million undead surged to life, like a horde of killing machines suddenly switched on.
They moved with terrifying agility—some scaling walls, others crawling like insects—as they poured out of the nest.
From above, it looked like a black tidal wave flooding out across the land, spreading fast and wide.
