When he entered the warehouse, a wave of chilling air hit him directly in his face. Oblivious to all the warnings his body was giving, Zola continued to enter the deeper area of this cold hell.
"Where are the corpses?" He cursed himself that he forgot to ask Azarex about the corpse.
Adrenaline began to pump in his body as he saw a green body lying on the sheet of ice. Running toward the body, he quickly grabbed it by the leg and began to drag it toward the gate.
Sigh!
Zola finally heaved a sigh of relief after exiting the warehouse. After closing the door he looked toward in a particular direction. It didn't take him long to figure out the problem he was in.
'How am I supposed to drag this body to my workshop?' Zola thought as he looked at the body and tried to come up with the estimated distance between the two places.