The streets are pouring out more and more walking corpses, and the once cold streets are suddenly lively.

It is said that the spirits of the dead will always miss the life they once had, but this nostalgia is mixed with hatred and paranoia, so they will be jealous and resentful of all the living. Richard didn't know if this statement was accurate, but it was true that the walking corpse would pounce on a living person when it saw it.

It doesn't matter if it's Stuart or Pompeii, in the face of the undead, as long as you have life, you are a natural ally.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand......" Richard involuntarily repeated the number as he drove the road.

"Scared?" Seedorf was also fighting with his sword.

This old man has a good eye for Stuart standard military swordsmanship, and he should be a good hand when he is young. However, now that his physical strength has declined, he can only follow Bernard to check and fill in the gaps.

"Actually, it's okay to count on your fingers, there are more than 100,000 regular troops in the city, and one person can deal with more than three on average, so it's not a big problem. Richard carried Vera on his shoulder with one hand, and slashed with the dragon-slaying sword in the other.

The undead of this level could not cause him any trouble, but some walking corpses were covered in filth, flying all over the sky with a sword and disgusting to the point of being a mess. Whenever this happens, Richard turns around and lets Vera stand in front of her, anyway, this woman has been screaming since she was being carried, so it doesn't matter if she screams louder.

"It's not that simple. If it were all such miscellaneous fish, the city guards would not be wiped out at all. Berner chopped off the head of a walking corpse with a knife in his hand, and blood splattered on his face, but the fierce Stuart officer didn't care at all, and his tone was still calm, "You have to be careful of the undead wearing the armor of the Praetorian Guard, that is a zombie warrior, very strong!"

"How strong?"

"Strength and physical toughness are no weaker than those of the Blood Knight. The disadvantage is that there is no martial arts to speak of, and the advantage is that there is only one key point in the skull, and it is not afraid of death at all, and there is a certain amount of elemental resistance. Seedorf said.

"Oh. Richard was a little unimpressed, he hadn't hammered the genuine Blood Knight, and to be honest, it was like that. Without the blood knight's various blood abilities, the zombie warrior's strength must be a lot worse.

He thought that if there were only one or two hundred, he would be able to defeat the mountain fort alone, and it would not be tricky at all.

"How many people are there, just say?" the lord struck with a dashing swing of his sword.

"A whole legion!"

"......" Richard turned around and used Vera to block the blood spilled in his face, his movements had become skillful and efficient, "There is a high roof when the sky falls, and this kind of task must be no problem if it is handed over to General Pinto." ”

As time passed, the streets became more and more littered with walking corpses, a situation that became more and more serious after leaving the aristocratic quarter.

The group is actually quite high-end, the officers are all good swordsmen, and there are also magicians and priests of no low rank. If they let it go, these walking corpses in front of them will not be able to hinder them at all. But once you add the shackles of not being able to use the elements, the situation becomes quite difficult, and it is all supported by the swordsmanship and physical strength of the officers.

The Light Priest's magic is quite effective against the undead, but he doesn't have time to chant and cast spells on the run.

"Why can't you use the elements?" Richard was burdened with most of the positive pressure, and the problem of idle worries made all the Stuarts amazed. The efficiency of this Pompeii's killing is close to "sweeping", and he is a monster with infinite power.

"You said that undead creatures can sense elemental fluctuations, but even if they don't use it now, aren't they still attacking us?"

Vera put her arms around Richard's neck and slid from her shoulders to her back. Instead of answering Richard's question, she seized the opportunity to start holding the spell, first releasing the Blessed Spirit Blade to a few swordsmen, and then releasing the Decontamination Technique to herself.

Then he spoke, "Without using the elements, we will only attract walking corpses within a hundred yards." Use the elementals, and the walking corpses from a thousand yards away will be moved. ”

"Why didn't I bless the Spirit Blade?" Richard noticed that the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword didn't glow with a milky white sheen like the others.

It just so happened that there was a walking corpse covered in mud in front of him at this time, so he swung his sword and turned his back forward at the same time, and his movements were crisp and neat.

"The power of your sword is overflowing, you don't need it!" Vera clenched her pink fists white, her teeth rattling, and she reached out to wipe the mud off her face.

"Yes. The lord grinned, "Miss Vera, you are so thoughtful. ”

Another wave of walking corpses swayed out of the corner alley, and when they saw the living, they immediately began like green-headed flies that had seen

"Hurry up, we're at camp soon!" Richard could already see the campfire lit in the dim skylight. One of these people behind him was panting, and his physical strength was gradually unable to support it.

But hope is always a good thing, which can maximize people's potential. Whether it was a mage or a priest, they all squeezed out their last strength to run with this Pompeii.

Seedorf was trying his best to slay the undead, but the blade came to a halt at high speed—the walking corpse that was charging at him, clad in the armor of the City Guard. The originally young face has been completely filled with bloodlust and hideousness.

It was a phrase he used to be very familiar with, but now he is a monster.

"It's Say......" Seedorf's hand holding the sword was still steady, but he couldn't do it anyway. This veteran is known for his perseverance, and there is unspeakable pain in his voice.

He has experienced countless difficult situations in his life, and some near-death killings have finally survived unscathed. But when it comes to the degree of inner entanglement, there are few times that it can be compared with the current one!

Seeing that the walking corpse was getting closer and closer, Richard didn't care so much, picked up his big foot and kicked it directly upside down and landed into the roadside house, smashing a hole in the wall.

The camp was not far away, and the walking corpses could be seen scattered around the periphery, but it was not a problem for the people of the mountain fort for the time being.

They had already lit a few braziers in the surrounding clearing, enough to illuminate a dozen paces in a radius. As soon as the undead get within range of the fire, an arrow will immediately "grow" from their skulls and fall to the ground - a quasi-head that the centaurs are credited with, of course.

The light overhead was illuminated, and it stood out in the darkness, but it made the centaur shooters notice the team early.

"It's the Lord who is back!"

Richard faintly heard someone shouting like this, and the centaur archers began to support them with their longbows.

The group swept into the fence like a whirlwind, and then the gate closed tightly. The weakened mages immediately sat on the ground, but the officers who had fought all the way were all fine except for being out of breath.