The thick stench of blood mixed with the icy air, hitting the zombies' senses like a slap to the face.
Grizz's mouth started watering uncontrollably again—this time, there was no doubt about it. The flesh and blood in front of him were real.
He looked up at Ethan, finally understanding what he was trying to do.
"Hmph! You think you can buy us off with a little meat? We're not that cheap!" Grizz growled, forcing himself to resist the temptation.
But before he even finished his sentence, the sound of loud, wet chewing echoed from the ground. Boar was already face-down in the pile of meat, devouring it like a starving animal, completely lost in the moment.
"Mmm… damn, this is good!"
"..." Grizz's face twitched. Seriously? No self-control at all… And could he maybe leave some for the rest of us?
Ethan spoke slowly, his voice calm but firm. "Pureblood zombies shouldn't be under the control of the Vampire Race."
