Scott felt his heartbeat stop working before him for a moment, and it was the screams behind him that made Scott regain control of his body.

A strong man hiding in the far corner was clutched by a cyan palm that broke through the wooden wall, and the whole person lost its blood.

"Think of a way! Help me! The man who had been caught propped himself up on one foot against the wall, trying not to be pulled in the direction of the wall, and through the pierced gap, several undead were looking in with their cloudy eyes.

The other two closest survivors suddenly took a few steps back, distanced themselves from him, and left the vicinity of the wall by the way.

"Don't squeeze me, I've got one!" Through the walls, the survivors could hear the salivating voices of the undead outside.

"Chop off its arm! Hurry up, damn it, are you going to watch me die? The man who was caught turned pale, howled heartbreakingly, and his momentum almost overwhelmed the undead outside.

Scott glanced back at the farce behind him, then at the mutant blocking the door, clenched the steel knife in his hand and gritted his teeth, turned around and ran, and chopped off the arm of the undead with the knife in his hand!

"Either kill the undead at the door, or die here! Take your pick! Scott shouted, "Which Seris tell you every day that you can only live if you are united, and this is the time to test whether we are united!" ”

The man who was caught had just gotten out of danger, and before he could nod at Scott, he was pushed to the front by Scott: "This is our last chance!" Come on! ”

The man had just been saved by Scott and had to take a few symbolic steps forward, and the other two survivors had to rush in the direction of the door under Scott's encouragement and gaze.

These survivors who have survived to the present day all know a truth, the more serious the mutation of the undead, the more powerful it is.

The immortal at the door has three heads, and it's not easy to mess with at first glance!

But as Scott said, either take a gamble and get out by yourself, or die on this plate of the undead, and have no choice.

It's just that no one wants to be the first to rush over.

In addition to Noor, the closest to the deformed undead.

This big boy, who looked thin, didn't know where he got the courage, suddenly burst out, rushed towards the undead, and the small dagger in his hand was raised high.

No one with combat experience would use a dagger like he did, and the most important skill of a short weapon is to hide one's attack intent and win a chance to kill oneself with one blow.

But the other three people, including Scott, subconsciously quickened their pace, that Noor was dead, and now it was up to him to see if he could escape while the other party killed Noor.

Especially Scott, this shrewd businessman, I don't know when he has a small piece of iron ore in his hand.

If Noor's sacrifice doesn't buy enough time, he is ready to buy himself some time, but it will cost a 'friend'.

I'm sorry, guys, but Scott was at the end of the line, constantly choosing the right target, and he didn't want to be discovered for his despicable means of survival.

Less than half a meter away from the undead, Nur suddenly leaped into the air, as if trying to pierce the undead's middle head with his dagger.

"Thank you, gods, I won't forget your sacrifice, Noor!" Scott could already hear the sound of the wooden wall being smashed through behind him, and he had to seize every second to escape from this hellish place with the opportunity that Noor had created!

"Buzz!"

Scott felt a cool air pass through his ears, but the nervous survivors simply didn't have time to pay attention to the details.

All he saw was that Nur leaped high and then threw the tall mutant undead to the ground, the dagger in his hand as if to vent the fear in his heart, constantly piercing the head of the undead in the chest.

Noor's height was too short for him to attack the head that the opponent actually used to control his body.

Scott, who was already half of his body thrown out of the frame of the door, was in a trance in his brain, his front foot was still making a running position, but his back foot wanted to stand in place.

As a result, the whole person fell directly to the ground, right in front of the woman's head on the ground!

"Ahh Scott didn't care about being afraid, and smashed the tight ore in his hand directly on the woman's already unrecognizable head!

"Poof!" The woman's head was smashed flat by Scott like a rotten tomato.

Hell yes!

Scott looked at Noor, who was still hysterically impaling the corpse of the undead with a dagger, and shifted his gaze to the most complete head of the mutated undead.

A metal arrow pierced the head, and only a finger-long tail feather could be seen shaking slightly.

Scott followed the direction of the arrow, looked behind him, and at the shattered wooden wall, a cyrist in fine armor walked in, a huge longbow in his hand, and the corpses of several undead fell to the ground behind him.

I don't know why, seeing that the person who came was a Seris, Scott breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't care about thanking the other party for saving him, and the whole person lay directly on the ground, breathing the air greedily.

There was only one Seris in the Steelwalker camp, but he never took off that weird helmet, and the others could only tell from the color of his skin that he was a Seris.

Over this time, the word Seris has become synonymous with toughness among the survivors.

"Are you from the Steelwalker camp?" Scott watched as the Seris man picked up Noor from the corpse of the undead like a rabbit and tossed it aside.

Perhaps thinking he hadn't heard clearly, the Seris asked again, "Steelwalker Barracks, do you know how to get there?" ”

"Your Excellency, we're Scouts from Steelwalker's Camp!" Scott felt that he had finally accumulated enough strength in his body again, and quickly stood up from the ground.

The original temporary team of five people, in the previous chaos, three people fled without a trace.

Scott looked at Noor, who was clenching his dagger and twitching against the door frame, shook his head, and casually discarded the ore in his hand to the side.

Hopefully, those people will make it back to the camp alive.

In just a few seconds, Scott suppressed his heart, which was about to pick out his chest, and tried to show a smile: "My lord, are you looking for the person in charge of the Steelwalker camp?" I can lead the way! ”