The howling wind blew up the snow and danced on the ground. From a distance, it seemed as if a layer of white mist had risen over the entire wilderness. Against the backdrop of the dim sky, the pale scene of denial of life was revealed.
The white-haired wind refers to the cold wind and scattered snow that ravages the earth. Erdrit has experienced it in previous years, but it usually only appears this time in the Ice Moon. Its arrival is more than a month in advance, so that
Many intelligent creatures living on this land have remembered that this year is the 'Year of Frost'!
"Damn it! I have never seen a colder end of the wind than this! Bah!" A demonizer cursed the bad weather loudly, and was filled with snowflakes in his mouth by a gust of wind passing through the streets.
, vomiting in panic
His companion was lazily walking, dragging his steps lazily, holding two ropes in his hands, and tied to the other end of the rope were two zombies who were even more dragging than he was walking.
At this time in the past, they should have been drinking with girls in their arms in the room, but now they were drinking with zombies in hand!
"This is simply a fucking bolt-from-the-blue difference!" The languid demonizer cursed and pulled up his scarf.
"I don't know where Mike and the others have gone! More than a dozen people have disappeared collectively."
"Some people say that they all had their throats wiped in their sleep. Well, even if that's the case, what about the corpses? Could it be that they ran away one by one like the guy from the Soul Stealing Tomb?"
"Besides, why do we need corpses? To make these things too?" The demonizer said and kicked a zombie. The zombie was very slow to react. It took him a long time to turn back and look at the demonizer, with still something in his throat.
He made a sound similar to asking: "Huh?"
The wilted demonizer was obviously not a good listener. He didn't even bother to deal with it. He still moved forward half-deadly, tugging hard on the rope from time to time. I must admit that walking a zombie is not as easy as walking a dog.
From a certain perspective, zombies are like intelligent beings that have forgotten the past but have reopened from ignorance. They are interested in many inexplicable things, but their memory is not very good. Fortunately, they are stupid and dull in the name of their controllers.
It won't bother them if you're rough with them, it won't hurt anyway.
Two zombies and two demonizers, this is one of the 24 patrol groups arranged by Elius and Immorton, and has arrived in the northeastern part of the town.
The demonizer, who was obviously talkative, could not stop the strong wind, and continued with undiminished enthusiasm: "Duay, Fatak, these two little chickens are so arrogant that they have been looking at each other for a long time.
It’s pleasing to the eye, and it’s really satisfying to die.”
"It's a pity that Tatatta is dead too. Although that guy looked as sad as his mother who just died when he saw him, he was very capable of doing things, and more importantly, he loved doing things. After his death, our workload suddenly increased.
Quite a few, it’s really stupid!”
As he was talking and walking, the two zombies paused for a moment, and suddenly they were like male baboons in estrus when they saw the opposite sex. Their rotten eyes glowed dimly, and they stumbled towards the southwest, making excited low sounds from their mouths.
Howling, I can't hold it back
Chatterbox and Wei Xixi looked at each other, and realized at the same time that the zombie had discovered that there was a stranger. Wei Xixi let go of the rope and pulled out the sharp blade, while Chatterbox pulled out his sword and put a whistle in his mouth.
Mouth, whenever he notices something is wrong, he will blow the whistle
What the zombies found was Carloen's body. Although the anger had dissipated, the zombies were also sensitive to the smell of blood.
Carolyn's body was stuck at the door of the house, with half of his body inside and half of his body outside. It looked like he was trying to crawl out, but ended up hanging halfway.
The zombies had no idea of protecting the scene of the crime. They pounced on them and started tearing and eating. Not far behind the zombies, the two demonizers who had been waiting for the undead to lead the attack also arrived.
Elius's research project is to transform ghouls from blood zombies. Instead of using curses, he combines magic potions with magic circles to allow zombies to maintain abnormal cell vitality and give birth to ghouls. Once this project is successful,
The requirements for the caster of the Ghoul Creation Technique will be reduced by one level, and Elius has reason to believe that such ghouls will be stronger and grow better.
These two zombies are both semi-finished products in experiments. They are not like ordinary zombies. They attack only with a pure hatred for living creatures. These two zombies are more like those ghouls who always have a sense of hunger.
They are always thirsty for food. Although they have been raised in a magic circle before, "eating flesh and blood" is their instinct, just like dogs raised at home will eat feces when they see it, and they will not change after eating once.
Click! Click... The sound made by the two zombies when they were chewing made people's hair stand on end. However, the two demonized people felt a lot of peace of mind.
Needless to say, the dead are basically reassuring and there is no danger. The two zombies are just feasting. This in itself means that there are no living people nearby. This corpse is the only reason why the zombies rushed over.
The chatterbox breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the copper whistle, stretched his neck, and squinted his eyes to see, "The dead man looks like a fresh corpse. He looks like he is dressed as a mercenary or a guard. Do you see that there are 'bandages' wrapped around his neck and shoulders?"
Ah! I guess this unlucky boy was seriously injured and was abandoned by his companions. It may be related to the disappearance of Mike and the others..."
Wiggly Xixi pulled down her scarf, interrupted and retorted: "Nonsense, there were no signs of fighting in the hotel, and the ladies in the wine cellar didn't hear anything."
"Tch! After hearing this, are you really going to tell you?" Chatterbox curled his lips.
Xixi rolled her eyes at the chatterbox, lazily continued to argue with him, and pouted at Carlon's body: "Go and look around, maybe you can find some evidence."
The chatterbox said angrily: "Why don't you go? Haven't you seen the way these two guys are protecting their bones?"
At this moment, another gust of wind blew by, but the sound of the wind didn't seem to be pure.
puff!
"Huh?" Chatterhouse turned his head to one side, and saw that his eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was fixed in surprise. After standing there for a second, Chatterhouse suddenly fell to the snow.
Only then did he see that on the other side of his wilted face, a crossbow bolt penetrated his hood and was driven into most of his temple.
Chatterbox looked at the direction of the crossbow arrow in horror, but the dark vision in his other form was less than 10 meters away, and all he could see was the swirling snow and the dark night.
The situation was critical. Chatterbox was turning into a demon while grabbing a whistle and stuffing it into his mouth. As soon as he grabbed the whistle, he heard a strong sound of wind coming from the left side of his body. At the same time, he saw a small group of black shadows coming from the corner of his eyes.
Flying in quickly, he instinctively shrank and waved his arms. Chatterbox responded well this time. A powerful wooden spear was whipped away by him, but he couldn't blow the whistle. The spear came from the left. In desperation, he had not received any professional training.
If you use your left hand to draw the flying wooden spear, you will always hold the sword in your right hand.
At the same time, in the darkness in the direction from which the wooden spear flew, a figure rushed out like a storm.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Three consecutive sounds of bow strings are the greeting gift.
Chatterbox couldn't see the arrow clearly, but he could make out the sound of the bowstring. As soon as the bowstring rang, he rolled to the side, but he was still hit by an arrow, because the arrow was premeditated, unless he fell back and was quick enough.
, otherwise no matter how you hide, the probability of being hit by an arrow is extremely high.
The demonization was almost half completed, which greatly enhanced Chatterbox's resistance. When the arrow entered his body, it only made him shiver in pain.
Chatterbox lost no time in throwing the sharp blade in his right hand. After being demonized, there is no need to use weapons. He wanted to throw the sword to stop the enemy, even for a moment.
The next moment, Chatterbox saw that his purpose had failed. Facing the spinning and flying sharp blade, the opponent didn't even make the most basic dodge movements. As a result, the sharp blade touched his helmet, wiping out a small spark, and
It makes a 'choking' sound, like a sword being unsheathed
While throwing the blade, Chatterbox tried to blow the copper whistle again. This was basically his last chance. His hands were quickly turning into claws. Although the claws were good weapons, they were by no means suitable for pinching the copper whistle.
However, the attacker did not dodge Chatty's throwing sword, just to have a chance to attack. It was also a throw, and he threw a dagger without a guard. One of the daggers bit hard on the back of Chatty's left paw, causing
Chatterbox could still bear the damage, but the copper whistle fell to the snow.
The chatterbox wanted to use the most vicious words to curse the attacker, but when he came to his mouth, the thousands of words turned into a beast's roar. He had no time to pick up the whistle anymore. The attacker was so close in front of him, but he still did not slow down, grabbing his back with both hands.
The hilt of the sword on the side of the waist seemed to be intended to embrace him in this posture.
Talkative's legs kicked the ground hard, and he jumped up in the air amid the flying snow. He stretched out his arms, and his giant claws grabbed and slapped him from the outside in.
The sharp claws intersect to kill the forehand and backhand. This is a very common move among demonizers. It has the power of tearing and intersecting cutting. After intersecting from the outside to the inside, the backhand interlocks from the inside to the outside again. Many people have been caught in this move.
The flesh and blood flew everywhere, or they were simply cut into two pieces by backhand.
The attacker didn't seem to know how powerful this move was, but he still continued to move forward unabated.
Seeing that he was about to be hit by the talkative claws, the attacker actually accelerated in an instant and did a backflip to pull out the double swords. The light of the sword blades formed a circle in the air with the attacker's backflip.
For the parallel semi-circular arc lights, where the light passed, the talkative arms were cut off at the root from their armpits!
The claws that had lost their foundation were no longer harmful, but this only further demonstrated the attacker's skill and timing, because he was never touched by the claws during the entire process, which was equivalent to rushing into the talkative man's arms at high speed, and then
In the space formed by the talkative chest and the arms that were folded back, he flipped out in a somersault. This action was like releasing a yo-yo and then rolling back diagonally in the opposite direction at the extreme moment.
‘Crossing the Moon Arc Slash’, if you change the scene, such as the gladiatorial arena, and perform this beautiful blow, you will be eligible to win the amazing skill award.
The talkative man who lost his arms was like a stupid stone and fell to pieces. At the same time, the assailant who rolled backwards and landed on the ground had just touched his toes and soared forward again. This time he turned sideways and forward, just in time.
From head to foot, he rolled over Hua Tuo's body like a wheel and replaced his arms with swords. One sword was inserted at the junction of the back of Hua Tuo's head and neck, and the other sword was pierced into the back of Hua Tuo's heart, using his weight and the flexion of his arms.
With such force, while stabbing fiercely, the body lifted up upside down, followed by a 720° forward somersault, and landed steadily on the snow behind the chatterbox.
At this time, the two alarmed zombies had already pounced on them. The attackers didn't bother much. After landing, they spun sideways to dodge, shaking off the blood on the sword blade. After landing, they sheathed the sword and jumped in front of the cat.
Avoiding the grapple and bite of a zombie, he picked up the throwing spear, slid forward on his knees, turned while sliding, then jumped up, and ran towards the road he came from, and also picked up the spear that he had abandoned on the running road.
yew bow
The two zombies chased for a few steps before losing their target. They hesitated for a while, wandered back, and continued eating heartlessly. As for the two dead demons, they didn't even bother to take a second look.
The evil power in the body of the demonizer is too heavy, like rancid meat. How can it be as delicious as Carlon's frozen meat?