บท 143: The zombie general

Raydon and Fehim stood side-by-side with their weapons drawn and a nervous looks on their faces as they scanned the area. While the ground continued to tremble, what they witnessed was considerably more terrifying than the army of skeletons that had surrounded them in the first stage.

There were hordes of zombie soldiers surrounding them, all dressed in black with full body armor and staring at them with red glowing eyes that could be seen through the cracks in their helmets. 

''Can you tell me if there is a way to get out of an inheritance before the time runs out? '' Fehim asked, a glimmer of hope in his voice. A hundred of these soldiers were more than capable of killing them, but now they were surrounded by thousands.

Raydon didn't bother to respond to his inquiry. Even if he did know something about inheritances, he probably knew less than him.