Chapter 238: The Battle of Sotimi (2/2)

At the time, Groff was desperate—he was out of supplies and ammunition, even as zombies hungrier than wolves prowled everywhere around him.

Even so, when the zombies noticed his whereabouts and were about to kill him as well, a bunch of weird people suddenly appeared.

They were dressed flamboyantly, adorning equipment that looked impractical no matter how one looked at it, with some women were showing so much skin that their armor might well be as defenseless as bikinis. The weapons they were carrying came in all shapes and sizes as well, with some of them making Groff do a double take: why would anyone be carrying around a big salted fish? And why was it so sturdy that it could split a zombie’s head?

Fine, they might look so weird to the point that Groff was suspecting that they were crazy, but he found them surprisingly reliable after a brief moment together.

They were effectively wiping out the zombies that were pouring towards them from every direction. They didn’t lose heart even if they would run into enemies they couldn’t match, and even looked happy about it.

After they saved Groff, he was led to their temporary base where he met many other border patrolmen who were rescued.

The weird people calling themselves Players had brought along many supplies, including potions that instantly heal wounds just like holy water, herbs that help restore spirit, and cures that remove zombie infections!

And it was so delicious!

Thanks to the Players, many amongst the border patrol survived.

But aside from fighting, the Players could be found muttering confusing things like ‘Tch, why is a System set meal in the prize pool too?’ or ‘it must be the System tavern losing to the Iron Cauldron and had to clear stock’, and then retrieving various food out of nowhere.

While they regarded those food with disdain, Groff and the other border patrol guards had a happy time eating away. Being able to have a full stomach in such a terrible battle was a luxury, and the food was both delicious and pleasing to look at, even comparable to dishes made by famous chefs.

Still, through it all, Groff was aware that they were holding the line all thanks to the Players.

Be that as it may, humans had a limit to their spirit. After a long, bitter fight without rest that lasted a day and a night, the Players were showing visible fatigue.

On the other hand, the undead didn’t have any such concerns.

And this mustn’t continue. Groff knew very well how dire things were at the moment, but he had no solutions at all.

That was when the delighted shouts of other border patrolmen echoed from the rear.

“Reinforcements! Reinforcements are coming! They look like Players too!”

Groff immediately felt joy inside his heart.

Just as he was about to share the relieving news with the Player who had been caring for him most, he found the Player frowning, his face full of panic and disbelief.

Before Groff could ask, he started yelling.

“Damn it, they got the dragon—and now they are coming to kill steal!”