In the meantime, as all the 'Foreign' Survivors had been sent to the Boss Raid Event's space, all the summoned recruits, scavengers, or locals of the continent remained in their territories.
Everyone was vigilant and halted outside activities since the defense of their shelters had significantly dropped after their disappearance.
This was true, especially within Shane's territory.
At the center of the Eclipse Revenant Clan's territory, Springriver Manor had slowly become a fortress surrounded by sturdy walls, watchtowers, barrier generators, and several patrolling knights.
Inside the manor house, the previous dull surroundings had become really elegant after one of their recruits revealed that they were actually a painter. This painter improved the overall ambiance of the surroundings and made it more elegant as he was also partly a designer.
Of course, Mr. Wadsworth had also painstakingly maintained this place, which was why the manor had become presentable enough to accommodate even those with noble status.
'I hope nothing goes wrong while the Foreign Survivors aren't here.' Mr. Wadsworth thought to himself as Shinja, their strongest recruit, wasn't here just yet. Although Monk Chaloem was also incredibly strong, the presence of the warlord was still a lot more reassuring than the calm and peaceful Monk.
In any case, he started with his patrol in the surroundings, not just to appreciate the place but also to ensure that everything was going according to their plans.
As the loyal butler, he took pride in overseeing every detail of the manor, ensuring that it remained a sanctuary for those who had pledged their allegiance to Shane together with his friends.
Inside the estate, despite the disappearance of the Foreign Survivors, the atmosphere still buzzed with activity.
The remaining Super Soldiers were no longer working as laborers, but they started honing their combat skills in the training yard…
Nearby, the Elves who'd normally patrol outside started practicing their archery since they couldn't go outside as per Raze's instruction.
Mr. Wadsworth nodded after hearing the sound of bowstrings being released…
The blacksmiths, on the other hand, busily hammered away at anvils, crafting weapons and armor to prepare their shelter for whatever dangers lurked beyond their borders. In the gardens, farmers tended to their crops, nurturing the land that had become their lifeline in this new world.
The butler also noticed Kenneth, the professor, who was drinking with Bart while Sparky disturbed them from time to time.
Normally, these two would be together with Tundra during their drinking session. However, Tundra was now at the Boss Raid Event.
Mr. Wadsworth couldn't help but smile after recalling this.
Tundra was actually a powerful Survivor who wanted to take over this shelter with his dozen of subordinates.
However, because of his arrogance, Mr. Wadsworth managed to let this person stay for a long time in the Shelter and convert his loyalty.
Indeed, the loyalty boost effect that Shane's title had didn't just foster a strong sense of community among the survivors, but it could literally affect the minds of the people staying here to become loyal to their leader without their knowledge.
Thanks to that cheat-like ability, those who had once been outsiders or those who had dared to sabotage the clan, now found themselves integrated into the very fabric of life at the manor…
Mr. Wadsworth moved through the estate and felt that something was actually missing…
"Children… It lacks the presence of joyful children playing within the confines of the manor. I should ask Sir Shane to make some successors too…" Mr. Wadsworth thought that once there were children within the estate, it would become more lively.
He believed that Raze, Layla, or Anna would actually be a good option for the lord of the manor. However, he could only dream of this for now as he realized that these three candidates truly had poor fashion sense. He believed that they would have a hard time attracting the lord of the manor.
At this time, the butler couldn't help but think whether the tailors of the manor should start making better underclothing.
Mr. Wadsworth wanted to imagine more about their bright future, but he suddenly felt something off.
Soon, the peace within the manor was abruptly interrupted by the sharp clang of the alarm bell from the watchtower.
The sound echoed through the estate… Without a doubt, it was a signal indicating the arrival of enemies, the Zombies.
Although they had a terrifying defense, he couldn't help but feel worried every time they were being attacked. His heart raced as he rushed to the third floor of the manor to see the situation in the window… Soon, his keen eyes scanned the horizon.
What he saw sent a chill through him.
A dark mass was gathering at the edges of their territory, moving with an obvious sinister mission. It was definitely to bring them down…
'Weird… There shouldn't be a Zombie Wave today. According to Shane and the others, the Zombie Wave should happen 15 days after the Boss Raid Event and not during the Boss Raid!
Something was definitely off with this sudden situation…
He then confirmed that these enemies weren't just scavengers or other recruits but were definitely Zombies!
'Tsk… I hope that high-tier Zombies were not present in this horde.'
The unmistakable shapes of zombies emerged from the edge of their territory, shambling forward, driven by an insatiable hunger.
However, as he observed their march, Mr. Wadsworth and the other soldiers, knights, and elves guarding the first wall noticed that this was no ordinary horde; the zombies appeared more organized, and their movements were synchronized as if guided by a leader.
It was completely different from the previous Zombie Waves they've faced.
Soon, Lucas and Gene, who had binoculars, noticed that there seemed to be a leader in this horde! The elves also adjusted their sight and realized this.
Apparently, at the forefront of the undead mass stood a figure cloaked in darkness…
They had a sudden realization that this was most likely the mysterious beings that Raze and others had warned them about!
What they were seeing was perhaps the silhouette of a Necromancer, an owner of a Wild Shelter!