On the wall stood a massive, muscular middle-aged man, over two meters tall, with a face as if chiseled by a knife and axe, strong and well-defined. He is currently the leader of the Werewolf Clan, Ron.
A werewolf named Griffin slightly bowed to report, "Boss, the zombies seemed to have anticipated our ambush in advance, so they were already prepared with an ambush. Our night raid plan failed, and instead, we lost many brothers."
Ron gazed into the distance, his piercing eyes like torches illuminating the dark night sky, "We have fought with the zombies for so many years without suppressing them, and their number is crazily growing. We must find a way to eradicate this troublesome lot, or else one day, everyone will become prisoners."
"What the boss said is extremely true, but zombies are exceptionally hard to deal with, otherwise they wouldn't have survived for hundreds of years. They are like reeds, bending but never breaking."
