"Slow down, no one is robbing you, we have enough dry food. Here, drink some water. ”

The night watchman Jerry was afraid that the survivor in front of him would appear three long and two short, so he comforted him softly while opening his own kettle and feeding the other party two sips of water.

He knows very well that people who are hungry and dizzy sometimes kill themselves directly because they can't control their overly strong appetite, so they don't give too much food at once.

When this sloppy-looking fellow had eaten four pieces of bread, half a pound of jerky, and three apples, he finally licked his lips and sat down on the ground, and said with a bitter face: "Thank you! Thank you! Otherwise, I will really starve to death in two or three days at most." ”

"Tell me who you are?Why do you live in this ghost town?Are you afraid of the undead entrenched in the Crow Ridge Tomb?"

"I—my name is Kittes, and I was planning to seek refuge in Nightlight. But who knows, I ran into a group of damned bandits on the way, and they robbed me of all my belongings and food supplies. As a last resort, I had no choice but to settle down in this damn ghost town. As for the undead, don't worry at all, they never leave the cemetery more than two hundred meters, as if there is something inside that attracts them. The guy who called himself Kitts replied through gritted teeth.

Althea nodded thoughtfully: "Well, your experience is sympathetic. However, we are on a very important mission right now, and we simply can't spare the manpower to protect you, so it's best to stay in the house and pick you up when we get back. ”

"No, please don't leave me! I know the situation at Raven Ridge and can show you the way. As soon as he heard that he was going to be left alone, Kitts immediately jumped up from the ground.

After being ravaged by hunger, loneliness, and fear, he would rather die than be left alone in an empty ghost town.

Especially in this town, which was originally a place for embalming corpses, some eerie sounds would be heard from time to time in the middle of the night, and they were about to torture him crazy.

"Your Excellency, what do you think?" Althea hesitated for a moment and turned her gaze to Zhang Cheng.

The latter smiled slightly, and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter! Just remember to bring a few more cauldrons and enough water when you set off." ”

"Pot and water?" Althea clearly didn't understand the intent at all.

But Zenobia, who knew the whole plan, trembled subconsciously, and she understood that the pots and water were used to propagate the plague.

The Scourge Legion in the East and West Plague Lands relied on a huge tongs to continuously release the plague, so that the ecological environment there could be irreversibly changed.

"Yes, remember to be more prepared, and when you're ready, we'll go in." Zhang Cheng didn't explain anything, and after the order, he found a fairly clean chair and sat down to recuperate.

After all, even if you use the magic plague to kill a large number of deathsouls, you need to first kill into the center of the Crow Ridge Tomb, and then set up a pot to let the plague spread out in a gaseous situation, anyway, a fierce battle is inevitable.

Varna Morningsong, who had fought in the battle against the Alsatian invasion of Dalaran, also began to fiddle with various wands, staffs, potions, and items.

Although she herself is a typical academic mage, more focused on the study and research of theoretical knowledge, and is not very good at combat, it is not too much of a problem to deal with a group of low-level undead who have no command.

After a short break and looting, the group took six huge tongs pots and buckets filled with a cart and mustered up the courage to head towards the cemetery.

Before she could pass through the gate, Zenobia couldn't help but gasp, and lowered her voice and exclaimed, "Holy light......! How is this possible!"

On the other side of the rusty iron fence, there were thousands of white skeletons standing densely as far as the eye could see.

They roam the cemetery aimlessly like walking corpses, and some of them have dark shadows and death energy in their bodies so thick that they can be clearly felt even from a few hundred meters away.

Mages with a little common sense can easily tell that these bones have evolved corresponding spell-like abilities.

"What are you going to do, my dear? Rushing in head-on is not a wise choice. Varna Morning Song reminded in a whisper.

It may be difficult for a mage to deal with a group of low-level undead who can only physically attack, but it is a different matter if the opponent evolves the corresponding spell-like ability.

"What, are you scared?" Zhang Cheng raised his head, his eyes flashing with a crazy light.

"Damn, are you crazy?"

Varna Morning Song was undoubtedly taken aback, and hurriedly retreated. She couldn't believe how a young man, who had always been calm and rational on weekdays, could suddenly become a different look.

"Crazy? No, I'm not crazy, you don't understand. A truly powerful mage should not just hide in the mage tower and conduct never-ending research day and night, but should come out and turn the knowledge he has into combat power. Keep your eyes open and take a good look, and then I'll show why mages are feared by ordinary people. ”

With that, Zhang Cheng ignored the persuasion of Althea and the Night's Watch, and broke into the territory of the undead by opening the door alone.

There is no doubt that as an undead, he is very sensitive to the signs of life of the living, so sensitive that less than half a minute after he stepped into the front yard, two or three hundred white Sensen's skeletons began to charge.

Since there was no command, the skeletons did not pay attention to any tactics, and directly swarmed up, ready to tear the intruder to pieces.

There were more than a dozen of them exuding abnormal energy, and they even ran to a distance of thirty or forty meters before they stopped, and the ten finger bones crossed together, emitting a thick black fog.

"Hehe, Shadow Arrow, come on, I'll use you to test my strength today. ”

The words just fell!

Zhang Cheng quickly propped up the ice protector, and a flash passed through the vast number of bones, and came directly to the side of these spell-casting skeletons.

Without any hesitation!

He grabbed the pocket watch that could increase the power of elemental magic, raised Jordan's staff and plunged it into the ground, unleashing the flame-based magic he had learned not long ago—the shockwave.

Rumble!

With a bang!

The blinding firelight centered on the staff spread in all directions.

The scorching flames and the impact of the explosion violently shook the undead within a radius of dozens of meters back half a meter, and some of the more fragile ones turned into a mass of charred bones scattered on the ground on the spot.

Zhang Cheng, who had succeeded in the first blow, had no intention of stopping at all, and then raised his left hand, which emitted cold air, and released the ice pick technique.

The high-speed spinning ice crushed the undead in the cone ahead more than sixty percent of the undead, and the skeletons shattered and disintegrated with a clattering sound.

With a deep understanding of thermal expansion and contraction, he used extremely hot and extremely cold methods to kill more than two hundred and thirty or forty bones that had been resurrected from the dead with just two large-area destructive spells, including more than a dozen evolved beings that could release Shadow Arrows......

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