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"Get up, my servant. It's time to taste the blood without ads."

The voice of the gray-robed man's words was filled with a peculiar magical power, making everyone present suddenly feel a chill in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't help but glanced at each other, and then they all saw the puzzled look on each other's face.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew up.

The village was suddenly covered with flying sand and rocks.

The gust of wind mixed with dust in the sky swayed everyone, and couldn't open their eyes.

But in the next second, the gust of wind stopped suddenly as it came.

When the dust fell, everyone found that the scenery in front of them gradually became clear, and they saw that everyone around them was in a mess. Clothes, heads are covered with thick dust, leaves, thatch... and other debris.

Everyone lowered their heads and checked their bodies again, and found that apart from that layer of dust, there seemed to be no loss at all.

They couldn't help but make mistakes: what is going on? Why is the wind so evil?

Everyone didn't know that in the swamp surrounding this primitive village, the originally calm and rotten water suddenly began to fluctuate, like a big fish twisting its body in the mud.

The black mud and the yellow water turned up at the same time. In the boiling muddy water, a black body slowly floated up.

They are covered with sludge on the outside, with dead branches and rotten leaves stuck to the sludge, and their bodies under the sludge are highly decomposed.

The skin and muscles have been riddled with holes, and even the face has been completely rotten, revealing the disgusting black-red carrion and pale bones underneath.

Most of the eye sockets are left with only terrible holes, even if there are still eyeballs, the eyeballs have already protruded and hung out of the eye sockets.

These monsters were like a newborn, awkwardly and slowly getting up from the muddy water a little bit, raising their hair to make an unconscious sound, slowly pulling out their feet from the swamp, twisting their bodies and slowly stepping out.

At this time, the slave trappers had already reacted.

These simple-minded and rude guys have completely put what happened just now. They are standing in the clearing, looking up at the gray-robed man floating above their heads, pointing at him, and cursing loudly. Crude and cheap swear words.

There were even some guys who took out a crossbow and shot at the gray-robed man. But the crossbow arrows didn't even scratch the corner of the gray robe man's clothes.

Since that guy can fly in the sky, it means he is a mage.

If they don’t get themselves, they will not choose to fight against the wizard, but at the same time, since they dare to join the slave trapper, who feeds the conscience to the dog, the son who has no **** and has a promising career is naturally lawless. .

Dare to deduct their money, no matter who the other party is, they dare to copy the guy and kill him.

The gray-robed man stood high in the sky, as if he were king of the world, looking down at the guys spitting foul language below it was like looking at a group of reptiles and ants, without any irritation, with a slight sneer on the opposite corner of his mouth. Waiting for the good show that will be staged.

Those slave trappers were still on the ground, ignorant of the imminent disaster, pointing at the gray-robed man in the air, jumping and cursing.

At this time, a strange sound suddenly came from the swamp.

Deep and vague. The sound was like a groan in extreme pain.

It is full of tormented pain and despair, which sounds depressing and fearful. Poured like a bucket of ice water, it makes people feel so cold.

At the same time, the minds of the slave trappers flashed an unknown omen.

They stopped at the same time and looked at each other for a while.

The whole village is extremely quiet, without a trace of sound.

They stopped for a moment, and there was still silence around them.

They were about to catch a breath when they heard another strange voice.

The slave fighters all looked around nervously, and said in a panic: "Did you hear it?"

"what?"

"It's weird, everyone, be careful."

"..."

The sound came from the depths of the shadowy rainforest. Nothing could be seen in the dark woods, but the sound became clearer and clearer.

"Uh...uh..." The voice was like a sigh from a person who swallowed his last breath before the temporary.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of "windy" came when the animal was dripping.

The slave hunters can tell by listening to the sound that a large group of animals are slowly approaching here from the swamp.

"We are surrounded~!"

"Ready to fight~!"

"Everyone, be careful...

"...

The fear in the hearts of the slave hunters grew stronger and stronger, and they gathered together unconsciously, aiming their bow and crossbow weapons at the jungle.

In their tense gaze, the rickety figure staggered, shaking its body and slowly walking out of the shadow of the jungle.

The slave hunter looked at the slowly approaching figure stupidly, and couldn't help but panic. Although the opponent's movements are not fast, they are instinctively aware of the danger.

"This is...what the hell?"

"It's the native slaves, kill them."

"Release the arrow, quickly release the arrow~!"

Following the cries of heart-cracking lungs, the slave hunter in the front raised his crossbow and shot an arrow at the black figure in the forest.

The crossbow arrow shot accurately on the black shadow, making a sound like hitting leather. The crossbow arrow plunged deep into the black shadow's body, leaving only the tail of the arrow left outside.

In the perception of the slave catchers, those who were hit hard by this would immediately fall to the ground and die.

But what made all the slave hunters stunned happened. The person who hit the arrow didn't even shake it, and continued to walk awkwardly through the swamp.

"What the **** is going on?" The arrow-slave hunter exclaimed loudly, and shouted in panic: "Shoot, shoot him to death, I don't believe it."

While screaming loudly, while shaking his hands, he reloaded the crossbow. I was too nervous and tried a few times before it succeeded.

At this moment, the person on the opposite side was only ten steps away from him, and even against the wind, he could smell the smell coming from him.

Under tension, he hurriedly raised his crossbow arrow, aimed at the man and shot another arrow.

Others hurriedly raised their crossbows and shot wildly at the shadow.

Under those sharp arrows, the person on the opposite side was shaking like a swing.

When the arrows stopped, I saw that the man's chest was densely packed with crossbow arrows.

Everyone ignored the bow at this time, and they all looked at the person opposite.

Immediately, I saw the person on the other side swayed a few times, and finally fell into the water with a ‘poof’.

All the slave hunters couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: they can kill, it seems that the other party is not a monster~!

Just before they could celebrate, the black shadow shot down slowly stood up from the water, acting like a wooden doll, stiffly standing up.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the slave trappers sank to the bottom.

"The God of Light, what the **** is this?"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot me hard."

"..."

Just as they shouted, more and more aboriginal people with rotten bodies ran across the swamp, emerged from the dense jungle, and slowly stepped onto the ground of the small village.

Their ugly and disgusting mouths let out low moans, and they staggered towards the slave catcher.

The slave trappers suddenly became a mess.

They drew their bowstrings in a panic, nervous trembling wrists, and tremblingly pressed the crossbow arrows, and then took a random shot to the opposite side.

The number of rotting natives is increasing. The ones in front have stepped into the small village, and there are dense figures moving forward in the rainforest behind them, and crossbow arrows can hit the target with random shots.

But those arrows that were originally sharp and reliable, and could kill people with a single blow, seemed to be completely useless.

No matter how many arrows were shot in the past, it seemed to be a stone thrown into a rushing stream. Even a wave did not splash, and it had disappeared.

Everyone looked at the things slowly coming forward, and they couldn't help being anxious and afraid, but they still didn't dare to stop.

Someone shot and screamed, "Oh my God, what is this~! Who will tell me what this is..."

"Zombie~!"

Suddenly, without knowing anyone, there was a flash of light in his mind, and he screamed loudly: "Zombies~!"

The trembling voice shouted: "These people are zombies~!"

The crowd of slave arresters immediately commotion.

They backed back in panic. Some people pulled out the close-fitting cross from their necks, raised one hand up in the air, and kept yelling: "Bless God of Light, God of Light..."

This is not a thousand years ago. People have accumulated quite rich experience through the War of the Saints.

Even a child knows that the best way to deal with zombies is to use paladins and priests. Or else, the large-area explosion of the magician also has a considerable effect.

But this knowledge is of no use to these slave trappers.

Because of these three types of people, how could they be willing to fall and join the sordid industry of slave hunters?

At this moment, the slave hunters raised their heads again, looking at the gray-robed man floating in the sky, and they had already awakened, and said, "Oh my God, he turned out to be a Necromancer~!"

The grey-robed man uttered a "Jie Jie" in mid-air, and said with a mockery: "Didn't Angel tell you? Thank you for the cheap soul you provided me. Without your hard work, our immortal family's grand plan would not be implemented.

Now, in order to reward you, so...become one of us~!

Hahahaha...hahahaha~! "

The gray-robed man laughed wildly and proudly, the harsh laughter was high and sharp, and the birds in the distance flew in groups and quickly fled.

The faces of people around them pale in fright.

Someone muttered to himself, "Oh my God, what did we do?" "

"What kind of bargain did we make with the devil..."

"..."

A slave hunter was frightened, as if he was crazy, he threw down his weapon, yelled hysterically, holding his head, then turned and fled back.

Under his leadership, a group of people yelled, then twisted and ran back.

The zombies turned into by the natives had moved more than ten feet away, and the legs of the other slave trappers trembled, but the professional training they received made them hold back their escape.

They threw down the crossbow arrows in their hands and drew their long knives. Although facing the zombies, they did not have the powerful attacking ability of the paladins, priests and magicians, but as long as they cut off the heads of those zombies with a knife, they would do the same. Fall down.

And the previous battles also proved that as long as the strategy is used properly, a professional soldier can deal with at least 20 zombies, maybe more.

Therefore, they didn't panic too much, they just retreated step by step with their weapons.

At this time, there was a sharp scream from behind, and the slave trappers couldn't help but their hearts trembled and looked back unconsciously.

The person who just ran away ran back, like a lunatic, waving his arms meaninglessly while running, and shouted: "We are surrounded. We are surrounded~!"

"Oh my God, they cannibalized, and old Wanner was eaten by them."

In fear, their voices became as sharp as female voices.

The foremost slave hunter scanned the approaching native zombies. The horrible and disgusting faces of these zombies made them nauseous and fearful.

Some of those people sobbed quietly, and some even began to pray. Under this heavy siege, they no longer have a trace of vitality.

At this moment, one of the little bosses gritted his teeth with a decisive expression on his face, hissing loudly, "Damn, I'm fighting~!

The **** bird faces upwards and will not die for thousands of years.

If you want to survive, make a way out with Lao Tzu~! "

Then, with a roar, he raised his sword and charged towards the zombie group.

"Can't wait to die, kill~!"

"The God of Light will bless us~!"

"Kill~!"

The slave catchers themselves are desperadoes.

Driven by him, the slave trappers who knew they were trapped in the Jedi suddenly burst into fanatic morale.

They spared their lives, shouted, followed behind the little boss, and rushed towards the zombies.

The slave hunter who rushed to the front screamed and smashed the zombie in front of him with a sword.

The sharp long sword split the zombie's mind, and the burst of yellow and black liquid splashed the face of the slave hunter.

The zombie who had lost its head snapped to the ground.

The frantic slave hunter yelled "Haha", smashing the zombies on the ground with his sword, until he almost chopped the zombies into pieces.

The slave hunter was covered with zombie meat, screaming at the sky, encouraging others to say: "If you see it, they can kill, they can kill~!"

The spirits of the surrounding slave hunters were shocked. They were afraid of unknown monsters, but as long as they could be killed, they would have a way to survive today.

The morale of the slave hunters suddenly increased, and they bravely rushed into the zombie group to chop and chop vigorously.

The slow-moving zombies were not their opponents at all. The team of slave hunters quickly rushed into the swamp, trying hard to kill deep into the jungle, trying to make a way out of escape.

"Help me, help me..." a panic cry for help came from behind.

The slave hunter looked back and saw that one of his companions had been surrounded by a dense group of zombies because he had left the large army.

He hacked and killed desperately, but couldn't stop the zombies from approaching. The last sword stuck in the bones of the zombies. The surrounding zombies swarmed up. He was instantly submerged by the black figure, and there was a scream of tearing lungs.

But he didn't die immediately, and the screams were louder than once, which kept stimulating the slave trappers.

The slave hunters listened tightly and fought harder against the approaching zombies.

But soon they felt that not only did the zombies around them not decrease, but they killed more and more. The zombies surrounding them had formed an airtight wall.

They yelled unwillingly, shouting slogans wildly, "Kill, kill, kill~!"

A slave hunter vigorously slayed a zombie, but exposed his profile. The zombie suddenly fell on him and crushed him to the ground.

Then he bit his face firmly.

The slave hunter screamed, struggling to stand up, and the surrounding zombies instantly fell on him, gnawing wildly on him.

The people around didn't even dare to save him.

The gray-robed man flew in the air in his spare time, smiling, watching the performance below with interest, and seeing the slave catcher slaying a few zombies at once with his exquisite swordsmanship, the gray-robed man would also touch his palm in appreciation.

These slave trappers were either desperadoes or soldiers of the former Southern Army. They were very skilled, otherwise they would not dare to go deep into the jungle to capture indigenous slaves. This is a desperate act.

But there are still people who are constantly caught by zombies, and once they are caught by zombies, they will immediately be overwhelmed by bloodthirsty zombies, but they can't die for a while, they can only scream crazy.

The gray-robed man listened to the screams below, only feeling extremely sweet, he flew to the side of the fierce slave hunter, smiled and said: "Work hard, work harder, you only need to kill 60 zombies each Can survive. Hahaha..."

Like a cat teasing a mouse, he happily teased the slave hunter below.

The number of slave hunters is still slowly decreasing. In the tide of zombies, one or two unlucky ghosts are caught and injured each time.

The number of slave trappers who were still fighting was reduced from 50 to 40, and there were only 30 remaining in a dozen minutes.

After that, the number decreased faster and faster, and only a few people were left after a few minutes.

Then, like the last wave that appeared, it was overwhelmed by black zombies...

Seeing this, the grey-robed man couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.

Originally, he thought these people could hold on for a while, so that he could carefully appreciate the horrified and desperate expressions on their faces. But I didn't expect the other party to be wiped out in such a short time.

Immediately, he waved his staff ~lightnovelpub.net~ and flew back to the village.

The zombies also followed the gray-robed man stupidly, slowly walking towards the natives who were **** on the ground-they also wanted to escape at the time, but the gang of slave trappers were quite dedicated, and the wires they tied were all abnormal. Reliable, so they can't escape at all.

At this time, seeing the zombies slowly coming forward, the aboriginals yelled in horror, desperately trying to pick up the wire tied in their hands, but it was difficult for them to move.

Seeing the zombies approaching gradually, some even collapsed to the ground in fright, all pooping out.

Immediately, hordes of zombies came up, hissed and screamed, and fell on them, like a swarm of ants covering sugar cubes, and they were all overwhelmed in an instant...

Regarding the killing on the ground, the gray-robed man didn't even look at it, but landed directly on the pyramid in the middle of the small village.

Here, he still has one of the most important things to do.

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