Chicago American Mobile Stadium, home of the Chicago White Sox, a major league baseball powerhouse. Since 1991, it has witnessed the rise and fall of the White Sox.

Of course, there was no one here today, only the various pieces of paper scattered on the ground seemed to tell everyone that there was still a game going on here before evacuating.

Da-da-da-da! Rumble! There was a burst of gunfire outside the stadium, and the two squads of the National Guard, led by the two Thunder players, fought and retreated in the direction of the stadium.

Bang, with a muffled sound, a headless zombie fell from the wall of the tall building next to it, with a wall tile on its claws.

"Ryan, take your men to retreat alternately and go into the arena. We cover you. Jeff, the big black man who took out a zombie-hardened zombie with one shot, turned his head and shouted at Ryan.

"That's a thousand people, what can you two do? What's more, the stadium is a dead end, and there is no way back for us to enter. Ryan opened fire as he raised his own questions.

With a whoosh, Jeff dodged a poisonous spear flying from the zombie swarm, and then shouted at Ryan, "I don't have time to explain to you, hurry up and get in, and obey orders." ”

Ryan looked at the army of zombies swarming on the opposite side, gritted his teeth, he believed that Jeff was not an idiot, and there was nothing to do now, the soldiers were not as good as the tireless zombies on the other side, they were already tired, and they might be able to call for reinforcements if they went into the stadium to establish a defensive line.

Thinking of this, he shouted at his brothers: "Alternate cover, retreat to the court!" ”

Seeing the guards retreat into the stadium, Jeff patted his companion Harry's helmet and signaled for him to go, and the two of them sped into the stadium.

The necromancer hiding in the zombie pile on the opposite side saw this scene from a distance, and asked the shadow next to him suspiciously, "Is there any other exit there?" ”

"As far as I know, there should be only one passage here."

"Guys, these stupid guys. It's okay, I'm going to use them to refine and strengthen zombies after killing them, they all look like good materials, especially those two who wear black clothes. With that, he waved his bone staff and shouted sharply, "Forward! ”

Thousands of armies of the undead poured into the stadium like a wave of sewage, using the fire of the dead in their skulls to search for traces of the living, but the place was empty.

The necromancer who came in later also looked around and asked strangely, "What about people?" ”

"Will it be in the players' lounge opposite?" The Shadow also hesitated, frowning uncertainly.

The necromancer waved his staff, and a team of undead centurs rushed into the tunnel of players on the opposite side, and then disappeared.

"Bastard, there's a trap!" In the wizard's mind, the hundred undead had completely lost contact with him, and he hurriedly gathered the army of the undead around him, looking around vigilantly.

Suddenly, he felt his body tremble slightly, and he was afraid that it was his own delusion, so he touched the shadow, "Do you feel that the earth seems to be trembling?" ”

"Hmm." The shadow nodded, "Is it an earthquake?" ”

The feeling of vibration was getting worse and stronger, and before the wizard could speak, there was a low rumble and a clear girl's voice behind him: "Hahahaha, be careful, bowling is coming!" ”

The voice came in an instant, and as soon as the two of them turned their heads, their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide, and the mouths were so big that they could even see the small tongues in their throats.

And the "thing" that surprised them so much also rumbled in from the gate of the stadium. This is the skeleton of a huge prehistoric giant Triceratops, the body is as tall as a double-decker bus, a single head is like a small car, and the pair of thick horns on the top of the head look 2 meters long.

And on the tall fan-shaped skull behind the skull dragon's head, sat a young girl carved in pink, and around her there was also a thick layer of ice, which looked like a completely transparent helicopter cockpit.

If these two had experienced the previous massacre at the docks, they would have understood how lethal this little girl was with the undead dinosaurs, but unfortunately, the wizarding guild personnel who had experienced it had either betrayed or died, and no one could tell them about it.

Luckily, Tina let them experience it for themselves now. The little girl who was having fun laughed happily while patting the desert triceratops that she named bowling, "Rush! ”

The triceratops shook its head in unison, and then ran over like a huge steamroller, leaving a pile of bone meal and a few meatloaf mixed in between on the ground, which were lizardmen who did not dodge.

"How is that possible?" The wizard, who was pulled aside by the reacting shadow and narrowly avoided the steamroller, asked blankly, "How could such a young girl become a necromancer and control such a large skeleton?" ”

This completely subverted the necromancer's cognition, you know, he has been cultivating for 200 years to control such a large group of undead, and how old is that little girl? Is there a 20 year old? Is talent really so important, and you are simply a waste with mediocre talent?

Of course, if he knew that this little girl had an undead magister-level uncle who doted on her extremely much, he probably wouldn't be so depressed.

The old mage Alfred saw that Tina liked dinosaurs so much, so he gave her the precious and largest triceratops, and also taught her the little magic of how to communicate with the bone dragon. As a result, the big guy named "Bowling" became Tina's companion of the trinity of mounts, bodyguards, and toys, and Tina also liked it very much, and was tired of being with it all the time for her so-called cultivation of feelings.

The necromancer who came back to his senses began to retreat in his heart, this bone dragon that was already strong enough also had a layer of ice armor attached to it that looked hard enough, and the wizard thought about it for a while, and found that he didn't have much to do about this guy.

After testing the hardness of the ice armor and the mana of this skull dragon summoner with a bone spear and an undead control technique, the necromancer's desire to escape became even stronger.

He silently recited the incantation, causing his undead to pounce on the bone dragon frantically, not expecting the ants to shake the tree, but just planning to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

It's a pity that a group of bone beasts poured in from outside the stadium to break his illusions, this time it was Alfred's old butler who led the team, he had not yet been promoted to the Magister, but the mana of the ** division level also allowed him to control enough undead, and small and medium-sized bone beasts such as velociraptors and saber-toothed tigers became his summons.

In the old mage's heart, Tina is like his loveliest daughter, no matter how strong she is, he thinks that this is a weak little girl, so even if he can't follow him, he orders the old butler to guard her every step of the way. As for the old butler, he is only here now, purely because he can't keep up with the speed of "bowling" at all.

The desperate necromancer was also ruthless, the pile of bone beasts at the door was better to deal with than the monster wreaking havoc in the stadium, he beckoned the lizardmen and shadows gathered around him, and prepared to break out desperately.

Bang! A distant gunshot shattered his dream, and the necromancer's head shattered like a rotten tomato, spraying blood on the lizardmen around him.

Immediately after the sound of countless gunshots, these lizardmen also followed his steps into hell, and the stands of the stadium stood up at some point for the two teams of soldiers who had just ducked into the field, and the bone beasts that ran out of the players' tunnel also fully explained how the hundred undead who had just entered died.

Looking through the scope as the lizardman with a scar on his eye lay in a pool of blood, Ryan muttered to himself, "Henry, I have avenged you, may your soul rest in peace, Amen." ”

"Here, smoke one." A cigarette came to his mouth again, he turned his head in surprise, and Jeff, who had just sniped the necromancer, spat out a smoke ring and beckoned to the other warriors, "Come on, sit down, this is a dinosaur fighting show that the ancient Roman nobles have never seen, and our treatment is not low." ”

In Ryan's blurred teary eyes, the faces of each of his companions sitting in the stands changed to Henry's, smoking cigarettes and chatting together. A warrior can die, but he can never be wiped out. He smiled too, sat down with a cigarette in his mouth, and watched Tina and her "bowling" performances as they had fun below.