"Haha, what luck! Even such troublesome beasts can yield a blood core, truly impressive!"
Suddenly, a shrill laugh echoed from nearby.
Everyone was startled and turned towards the sound.
From the shadows of the ruins, more than a dozen burly raiders emerged one after another.
They wore tattered leather pants, rusty iron chains wrapped around them, exaggerated Mohawks on their heads, and their exposed skin was covered with twisted totems.
"Who are you?"
Kael had just asked, and his heart sank.
These people were completely different from the sickly residents within Iron City.
They were raiders wandering in the wasteland, exposed to radiation for years, their bodies deformed, muscles knotted, even growing tumors.
In the wasteland, they are called "Ghouls," living by plundering, and when extremely hungry, they even eat each other.
The leader had tumors covering half his face, holding a blood-stained chain-saw sword.
