C114 A Small Knife to Chop a Big Tree

Despite several provocative gestures, the colossal turtle remained as still as a hillock, its large yellow eyes fixed on the two zombies before it with extreme caution.

The horse-level zombie appeared to sense that the turtle had no intention of launching another attack. Its roars grew more frequent, betraying an anxiety akin to that of a brothel courtesan beckoning clients. If it could speak