Extremely ugly-looking monsters crawl along the land at breakneck speed.

Their bodies are very similar in outline to humans, with the same structure, and it could even be said that they may be a kind of mutated human.

However, as long as you look at them up close, no one will ever think that this monster has anything to do with humans.

Zombies, as well as their kind, are collectively known as the undead.

There have always been legends of the existence of undead creatures in the world.

Born with a hatred of living life, they are hostile to all living things for no reason, they don't know where they come from, and when they die, they turn into ashes and disappear, so some people say that they come from the ground, from the gloomy grave.

All the great churches in the whole world have jointly issued a statement that the undead are absolutely evil, in short, no matter what kind of god or god they believe, they have the same attitude towards the fight against the undead.

After all, no matter what you believe in, all of them are alive, and the undead are not willing to reason with the living, so it is more in the interest to unite and engage in them.

Under the united confrontation of all mankind, the undead have never been able to stir up any strong winds and waves, of course, every time there is a war, there are still dead people, and even many people have to die, and many big people have also died in the war, but the final victor is always human.

A tragic victory is also a victory, and such a big war is not very common, often not seen once in decades, but occasionally once every few years, without any pattern.

The vast majority of undead creatures mostly appear sporadically and are destroyed immediately after they appear.

Humans are still confident in this, even if the undead can never be killed, at least they are not the enemies of humans.

Now this self-confidence has completely disappeared from Wang Hu's heart.

Although he is a half-orc who seems to have little culture and only knows all kinds of coding plots with female knights, in fact, his knowledge and knowledge are so advanced that he doesn't know where to go, and he even personally participated in two battles against the undead on the scale of 10,000 people, and his experience in this regard can be said to be rare in the whole of Goliath.

Of course, it is not for nothing that he is at a higher level, and Ning Lu is a strong man with more experience in this area.

Historically, an army of tens of thousands of undead has not been undead, and it is said that even the brave have joined the battlefield.

Battles involving thousands to tens of thousands of people are relatively common, and they are to the extent that everyone can basically hear or see them a few times in their lives.

Now Wang Hu didn't know how many enemies there were, and he didn't know if what he had done was a futile resistance.

There is no end in sight to the vast tide of corpses, they are coming, that's all, there is not even a single grass left in their pass, and the slain creatures will become their companions, become members of the Legion of Destruction.

Lakh? Million? I don't know.

At least he knew that he couldn't escape, this was the first pass in the whole world, even if he killed himself, he had to drag the corpse tide as much as possible.

If you don't do it yourself, the rapid march of corpses will quickly engulf large areas of land, and there will really be nowhere to escape when the time comes.

"Quick! Everybody go! Leave the city defenses alone! Move all the obstacles out of town! Densely configured! Hurry up! ”

Wang Hu's lips were chapped, but he still kept shouting loudly, and his voice was hoarse as if he was grinding something rough with sandpaper.

Now Goliath's city defense mode is entirely about defending against the Lynx, that is, a mode that specializes in dealing with huge creatures, and all weapons are the largest - the small ones are tickling, in fact, the large ones are also tickling......

There is magic in this world, the level is still very high, and it is used in daily life, and various cannons made by using magic can fire ammunition with different attributes, such as fire, ice, etc., these cannons have a lot of lethality to the undead, and it stands to reason that they should be effective.

But the ammunition contained in it is not able to deal with the tide of corpses of a large number of undead creatures, in order to deal with the bobcat, the cannon is filled with sufficient power, a powerful cannonball that has achieved results, and a pit that lands on the ground, of course, can kill zombies, but both the killing range and speed are far inferior to the shotgun.

Replacing reserve shells, adding small turrets and projection machinery is not something that can be done in a matter of hours.

The same is true for obstacles, the existence of obstacles that are so big that they can pass several people casually below is a mystery in itself, and now they can only arrange layers of dense barricades, which are not enough manpower, and they are even more overstretched when they are busy.

It would take about twelve hours at the latest to build the simplest line of defense that met the requirements, and it would take into account the physical strength of the defenders, and at least a few hours of rest, and then if the city was broken, they would have to travel long distances to escape.

After learning about the appearance of the corpse tide, Wang Hu had to send messengers to various nearby states and counties, which was already insufficient in manpower, which made it even worse.

Damn, if only there were a few more hours......

"Report ...... Report! Blackbeard's boat is back! ”

"The direction of movement of the corpse tide seems to have changed! Temporarily...... Not coming this way for a while! ”

The personnel in charge of the lookout rushed towards Wang Hu with rolling belts.

"What?"

Wang Hu had already sensed that there seemed to be some connection between the two things.

When he saw that the ship had begun to land, he immediately strode over, Blackbeard's boat, which he knew in general, and recognized it as a small escape boat on a flying battleship, and it was useless.

Could it be ......

"Tiger Boss! It's me! ”

Before the ship could land, a half-orc sailor jumped down from above, this person was one of the members of Blackbeard's subordinates who were in charge of liaison around, and had a pretty good relationship with Wang Hu.

"Lahore? What's going on over there! Could it be that the ship was sunk? ”

Wang Hu didn't care about greeting the comer, so he rushed up and asked directly.

"Originally, we were lying in ambush in the desert to meet the captain, but suddenly we saw that group of things, the old man said that he wanted us to follow, and on the way he fought with them, and almost sank, and finally the old man asked them to take the big ship to the captain, and he himself followed us back!"

Lahal has a clear and clear speech, and is worthy of Blackbeard's trust.

"Good...... Wrong! Where's the old man! ”

When Wang Hu looked at the ship, there was no old man Eric at all, how could such a big old man be stuffed in the cabin.

"The old man himself said that it is not interesting for people to live to such an old age...... Why don't you help...... Help us delay a little longer...... also said that the group of cubs in the mountains, please ask the tiger boss and Blackbeard to fight in the future...... Take care of ......"

When Rahar said this, he didn't know where he had been thrown away from his clear and calm appearance just now, and in the end, he saw his lips trembling and squirming, and he could only guess the content of what he said from the shape of his mouth.

"Huh?"

Wang Hu bounced off the ground as if he had been electrocuted, and sat on the ground with a sluggish expression.

……

The undead crave the flesh and blood of the living, and as long as there is something alive nearby, they will pounce on it desperately, and nothing else.

A tall old man with a white beard, holding a huge battle axe with enough momentum to open the world, he stood in front of many zombies like a mountain falling from the sky.

There are two large knives more than twenty meters long crossed on the ground, as if to warn the zombies rushing towards them like a tide ahead.

Whoever is near, die.