The sky in Britain is still so dark and oppressive. It seems that in addition to the mountains in the far north, which can rely on the pure natural high altitude to pass through the clouds, there is really only a school of light that can disperse the darkness in today's London.
But there, now it belongs to the living corpse.
All the members of the team sent by the Stewart family are, but even the only Weymouth camp, which seems to be barely gaining a foothold here, is still wiped out by the army of living corpses. If it is not withdrawn in time, it may be destroyed.
After the destruction of Weymouth camp, there was no way for the outside world to know about the disaster area. Apart from the situation at Granger camp, the Stewart team seems to be the first team to set foot on this land again after that.
"After that, the intelligence was completely cut off. During this period of time, no one knows what happened here... I hope everything can go well!"
Jonkel only muttered this sentence once in his heart, and soon even he stopped thinking about it. Because he knew that everyone in the team, including himself, didn't need such hesitation.
It's enough for people to carry countless negative pressure just to move forward silently in the seemingly endless ruins and dead silence, and to always be vigilant against all fatal threats that may appear at any time.
But even if he doesn't say, who can't think of it?
"Even if it is attacked by a strong enemy immediately, it is better than suffering from the unknown!" the middle-aged wizard just thought in his heart.
I believe that in the team, many people gradually have ideas similar to him more or less. Only soon, when they really met the enemy, did they understand that no matter how serious reminders and warnings there were in the intelligence materials obtained in advance, those short lines were far worse than experiencing them personally.