"Arise, my slave. The time has come to taste blood."
The voice of the man in gray robe was filled with a strange magic power, which made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.
Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, and then everyone saw the confused look on each other's faces.
At this moment, a sudden strong wind blew for no apparent reason.
The village was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks.
The strong wind mixed with the dust all over the sky blew everyone around, making it impossible to open their eyes.
But in the next second, the strong wind suddenly stopped as it came.
When the dust fell, everyone found that the scenery in front of them gradually became clearer. Only then did they see that everyone around them was in a mess. Their clothes and heads were covered with thick dust, leaves, thatch, etc.
Kind of debris.
Everyone lowered their heads and checked their bodies again, and found that apart from the layer of dust, there seemed to be no damage at all.
They couldn't help but wonder: What on earth is going on? Why is the wind so evil?
Everyone did not know that in the swamp surrounding this primitive village, the originally calm and rancid water suddenly began to fluctuate, like a big fish twisting its body in the mud.
Black mud and yellow water flowed up at the same time, and among the violently boiling muddy water, black bodies slowly floated up.
Their appearance is wrapped in sludge, and there are dead branches and rotten leaves stuck to the sludge. Their bodies under the rotten leaves and sludge are highly decomposed.
The skin and muscles were riddled with holes, and even the face was completely rotten, revealing the disgusting black-red rotten flesh and pale white bones underneath.
Most of the eye sockets are left with horrible hollows, and even if there are still eyeballs left, the eyeballs have prolapsed and are hanging outside the eye sockets.
These monsters were as clumsy as newborns, slowly crawling up from the muddy water, raising their heads and making unconscious sounds, slowly pulling out their feet from the swamp, twisting their bodies and walking slowly.
At this time, the slave catchers had already reacted.
This group of simple-minded and rude guys have completely forgotten what happened just now. They stood in the open space, raised their heads, looked at the gray-robed man floating above their heads, pointed at him, and cursed loudly.
Vulgar and vulgar swear words.
There were even some guys who took out their crossbows and shot at the gray-robed men. However, the crossbow arrows didn't even hit the corners of the gray-robed men's clothes.
Since that guy can fly in the sky, it means he is a mage.
They would not choose to fight against the mage if they had to gain their own. However, since they dared to join the slave catchers, a career that feeds their conscience to dogs, gives birth to a son without an asshole, and has a promising career, they are naturally used to lawlessness.
.
If they dare to deduct their money, no matter who the other party is, they will copy him and kill him.
The man in gray robe stood high in the sky, as if he were dominating the world. He looked down at the guys below who were spewing obscene words as if they were looking at a group of reptiles and ants. He was not angry at all, but had a slight sneer on his lips.
Looking forward to the good show that is about to be staged.
The slave catchers didn't know that a disaster was coming. They were still on the ground, pointing at the men in gray robes in the air, jumping on their feet and yelling curses.
At this time, a strange sound suddenly came from the swamp.
It was low and vague. The sound was like the moans of a person in extreme pain.
It's full of tortured pain and despair, and it sounds depressing and terrifying. It's like a bucket of ice water being poured over your head, making you feel bone-chilling.
An ominous omen flashed through the minds of the slave catchers at the same time.
They stopped in unison and looked at each other for a moment.
The whole village was extremely quiet, without a sound.
They paused for another moment, and there was still silence all around.
Just as they were about to take a breath, they heard another strange sound.
The slave fighters all looked around nervously and said in panic: "Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"There is something weird, everyone be careful."
"..."
The sound came from the shadowy depths of the rain forest. Nothing could be seen in the dark woods, but the sound became clearer and clearer.
"Uh... uh..." The voice sounded like the lament of a person taking his last breath before an emergency.
Then there was the sound of animals splashing in the water.
The slave catchers could tell by the sound that a large group of animals was slowly approaching from the swamp.
"We are surrounded~!"
"Get ready to fight~!"
"Everyone, be careful...
"...
The fear in the hearts of the slave catchers grew stronger and stronger. They gathered around unconsciously and pointed their crossbow weapons at the jungle.
As they watched nervously, the rickety figure staggered and swayed slowly out of the shadows of the jungle.
The slave catchers looked stupidly at the slowly approaching figure and couldn't help but panic. Although the other party's movements were not fast, they were instinctively aware of the danger.
"What the hell is this?"
"It's those native slaves, kill them."
"Fire the arrow, fire the arrow quickly~!"
Following the heartbreaking cry, the slave catcher at the front raised his crossbow and shot an arrow at the black figure in the forest.
The crossbow arrow hit the black shadow accurately, making a sound like hitting leather. The crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the black shadow's body, leaving only an arrow tail outside.
In the slave catcher's understanding, those who were severely injured would immediately fall to the ground and die.
But something happened that stunned all the slave catchers. The man who was hit by the arrow didn't even stagger and continued to move forward in the swamp with clumsy steps.
"What the hell is going on?" The slave catcher who released the arrow screamed loudly and panicked: "Shoot, shoot him to death, I don't believe it."
He screamed loudly, trembling his hands, and loaded the crossbow again. Because he was too nervous, he tried several times before he succeeded.
At this time, the person opposite was only ten steps away from him, and even against the wind, he could smell the stench coming from him.
In nervousness, he hurriedly raised his crossbow, aimed it at the man and fired another arrow.
Others also hurriedly raised their crossbows and fired wildly at the black shadow.
Under the swarm of sharp arrows, the man opposite him trembled as if he was shaking.
When the arrows stopped, they saw that the man's chest was already densely packed with crossbow arrows.
Everyone didn't bother to draw their bows at this time, they all looked at the person opposite.
Immediately, I saw the man opposite me swaying for a few times, and finally fell down in the water with a 'pop'.
All the slave catchers couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief: they can kill him, it seems that the other party is not a monster~!
But before they could celebrate, they saw the shadow that had been shot down slowly rising up from the water, moving like a wooden doll, standing up stiffly.
Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the slave catchers sank to the bottom of their hearts.
"God of light, what the hell is this?"
"Cum, cum, cum hard for me."
"..."
While they were shouting, more and more rotten indigenous people were flowing through the swamp, emerging from the dense jungle, and slowly stepping onto the ground of the small village.
They made low groaning sounds from their ugly and disgusting mouths, and staggered towards the slave catcher little by little.
The slave catchers suddenly fell into chaos.
They pulled the bow string in a panic, pressed the crossbow arrows with nervous and trembling wrists, and then fired randomly toward the opposite side.
The number of rotten natives is increasing. Those in front have already entered the small village. In the rain forest behind, there are dense figures moving forward. Crossbow arrows can hit the target at will.
But those arrows, which were originally sharp and reliable and could kill a person with one blow, seemed to have completely lost their effect at this time.
No matter how many arrows were fired, they were like pebbles thrown into a rushing stream, disappearing without even a splash.
Everyone looked at the thing that was slowly walking forward and couldn't help but feel anxious and scared, but they still didn't dare to stop.
Someone was shooting and screaming: "Oh my god, what on earth is this~! Someone tell me, what on earth is this..."
"Zombie~!"
Suddenly, no one knew who it was, an idea flashed in his mind, and he screamed loudly: "Zombie~!"
The frightened and trembling voice shouted: "These people are zombies~!"
The crowd of slave catchers immediately became commotion.
They retreated in panic. Some people pulled out the personal cross from their necks, raised their hands in the air, and kept shouting: "Bless the God of Light, bless the God of Light..."
This is no longer a thousand years ago. Through the Holy War, people have accumulated considerable experience.
Even a child knows that the best way to deal with zombies is paladins and priests. Alternatively, the magician's large-area explosions are also quite effective.
But this knowledge was of no use to these slave catchers.
Because how could these three types of people be willing to degenerate and join the despicable industry of slave catchers?
At this time, the slave catchers raised their heads again and looked at the gray-robed man floating in the sky. They had also woken up and said, "Oh my God, he turns out to be a necromancer~!"
The man in gray robe made a low "Jie Jie" sound in mid-air and said mockingly: "Didn't Angel tell you? Thank you for the cheap souls you provided me. Without your hard work, our eternal family's grand plan would not be implemented.
Now, in order to reward you, so...become one of us~!
Hahahaha...hahahaha~!"
The man in gray robe laughed wildly with pride, the harsh laughter was high and sharp, and the birds in the distance flew up in groups and fled quickly.
The people around him turned pale with fear.
Someone said to himself in a daze: "Oh my God, what have we done?"
"What a deal we made with the devil..."
"..."
A slave catcher was so frightened that he seemed to be crazy. He dropped his weapon, held his head and shouted hysterically, "Ah!", then turned around and ran away.
Under his leadership, a group of people shouted, twisted around and ran away.
The zombies transformed by the natives had moved more than ten feet away. The legs of the other slave catchers were trembling, but the professional training they received allowed them to resist the urge to escape.
They threw down the crossbows in their hands and drew their long knives - although facing zombies, they did not have the powerful attack capabilities of paladins, priests and magicians, but as long as they used knives to chop off the heads of those zombies, they would still be able to attack them.
Fall down.
Moreover, previous battle cases have also proved that as long as the strategy is used properly, a professional soldier can deal with at least twenty zombies, maybe more.
Therefore, they were not too panicked and just stepped back step by step while waving their weapons.
At this time, a sharp scream came from behind, and the slave catchers couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble and looked back unconsciously.
The person who had just escaped ran back like a lunatic, waving his arms meaninglessly as he ran, shouting repeatedly: "We are surrounded. Surrounded~!"
"Oh my God, they eat people, and Old Vanna was eaten by them."
In fear, their voices became as shrill as a female voice.
The slave catchers at the front glanced at the approaching indigenous zombies. The horrific and disgusting faces of these zombies made them feel sick and frightened.
Some of those people sobbed quietly, and some even began to pray. Under this heavy surrounding, they no longer had any hope of life.
At this moment, one of the little bosses gritted his teeth, showed a determined expression on his face, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Damn it, let's fight~!
If the dead bird faces upward, it will not die for tens of millions of years.
If you want to live, fight with me to find a way out~!"
Then, with a loud roar, he raised his sword and charged towards the zombies.
"Can't wait to die, kill~!"
"The God of Light will bless us~!"
"Kill~!"
The slave catchers themselves were a bunch of outlaws.
Under his leadership, the slave catchers who knew they were in desperate situation suddenly burst into fanatical morale.
They risked their lives, shouted, followed the little boss, and rushed towards the zombies.
The slave catcher who rushed to the front shouted loudly, and aimed his sword at the zombie in front of him with all his strength.
The sharp sword split the zombie's brain open, and the yellow-black liquid burst out and splashed the slave catcher's face.
The headless zombie fell to the ground with a snap.
The crazed slave catcher yelled "haha" and slashed the zombies on the ground with his sword until the zombies were almost chopped into pieces.
The slave catcher's body was covered with zombie minced meat, and he screamed at the sky, encouraging others: "See, they can kill, they can kill~!"
The spirits of the surrounding slave catchers were shaken. They were afraid of unknown monsters, but as long as they could be killed, they would have a way to survive today.
The slave catcher's morale suddenly increased, and he bravely rushed into the zombies and chopped them vigorously, all of which were designed to dismember the zombies.
The slow-moving zombies were no match for them. The team of slave catchers quickly rushed into the swamp and fought hard into the depths of the jungle, trying to find a way out and escape.
"Help me, help me quickly..." A panicked cry for help came from behind.
The slave catcher looked back and saw that one of his companions had been surrounded by dense zombies because he had escaped from the large army.
He slashed desperately, but could not stop the zombies from approaching. The last sword got stuck in the bones of the zombies. The zombies around him swarmed up, and he was instantly overwhelmed by the black figures, and heard a lung-breaking scream.
But he did not die immediately, and his screams became louder and louder, irritating the slave catchers.
The slave catchers' hearts tightened upon hearing this, and they fought harder against the approaching zombies.
But soon they felt that instead of decreasing, the zombies around them were killing more and more. The zombies surrounding them had formed an airtight human wall.
They yelled unwillingly and chanted slogans, "Kill, kill, kill~!"
A slave catcher killed a zombie with great force, but his side was exposed. The zombie fell on him and knocked him to the ground.
Then he bit him hard on the face.
The slave catcher screamed and struggled to stand up. All the zombies around him fell on him in an instant, gnawing at him indiscriminately.
People around him didn't even dare to save him. They didn't even dare to look at him, so they could only run away in a hurry.
The man in gray robe was flying in the air leisurely, smiling and watching the performance below with great interest. When he saw the slave catcher killing several zombies at once with exquisite sword skills, the man in gray robe would even touch his palm and give a word of appreciation.
These slave catchers were either treacherous and evil outlaws, or officers and soldiers of the former Confederate Army. They were very skilled, otherwise they would not dare to go deep into the primitive jungle to capture indigenous slaves. This was a life-threatening act.
But there are still people who are constantly being caught by zombies. Once they are caught by zombies, they will be immediately overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty zombies. However, they cannot die for a while and can only scream like crazy.
The man in gray robe listened to the screams below and felt it was extremely pleasant. He flew to the side of the slave catchers who were fighting fiercely and said with a smile: "Work hard and work harder. You only need to kill sixty zombies each."
You can survive. Hahaha..."
Like a cat teasing a mouse, he happily teased the slave catcher below.
The number of slave catchers is still slowly decreasing. Amid the tide of zombies, one or two unlucky ones are caught and injured every time.
The number of slave catchers still fighting was reduced from fifty to forty, and within ten minutes only thirty were left.
After that, the number decreased faster and faster, and after a few minutes there were only a few people left.
Then like the last wave, it was drowned by black zombies...
Seeing this, the man in gray robe couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.
Originally, he thought that these people could hold on for a little longer, so that he could carefully appreciate the frightened and desperate expressions on their faces. But he did not expect that the other party would have been eliminated in such a short period of time.
Immediately, he waved his staff and turned around to fly back to the small village.
The zombies also followed the gray robed man numbly, slowly walking towards the tied natives on the ground - they also wanted to escape at that time, but the slave catchers were quite dedicated, and the wires they tied were all abnormal.
It's so solid that they can't escape.
At this time, seeing the zombies slowly coming forward, a group of natives screamed in fear and desperately tried to dig at the wire tied to their hands, but they could not move at all.
Watching the zombies gradually approaching, some even collapsed to the ground in fear, with their feces and urine leaking out.
Immediately, swarms of zombies swarmed up, roaring and falling on them, like a swarm of ants covering sugar cubes, and they were all submerged in an instant...
The man in gray robe didn't even look at the killings on the ground, but landed directly on the pyramid in the center of the small village.
Here, he still has the most important thing to do.