The only large city gate for external access to the Storm's Breath is alive.

Xu Yichen found a clean house, closed the door tightly, then made a hole in the roof, climbed onto the roof, and it was about to get dark.

His experience had taught him that it was best to act during the day, especially if there were survivors in the city.

You'll never know if it's a zombie hiding in the dark, or a survivor with bad intentions or going crazy.

Even if the Demon Hunter had glimmer vision, he didn't want to try his luck in the city at night, and besides, the gate wouldn't let him into the city so easily.

Xu Yichen stood on the roof of the house, observing the big city gate in the distance.

Four giant snake-like tentacles, two outward, two inward, a large number of huge eyeballs cruising in the semi-corrupted pus, leaving there to be almost no visual blind spots inside and outside the Great City Gate.

Xu Yichen stood less than seven hundred meters away from the Great City Gate, and his enhanced eyesight allowed him to clearly observe any detail he wanted to see.

Including how a zombie that was rolled up by tentacles and lifted high was smashed on the city wall by the big city gate, and then evenly smoothed with tentacles.

This action made the demon hunter realize that as far as the eye could see, the entire city wall was smeared with flesh and blood, and if it was converted into the number of people, I am afraid that two or three thousand people would be used to paste the wall in the part he saw.

The total population of Storm's End is less than 30,000.

In Jared Harris's diary, the survivors struggle to fight a huge number of undead.

So, unless all the undead in Storm's Rest are used to paste the walls, it is the Chaos side that can use other ways to create this flesh paste.

As it got late, Xu Yichen dismantled the furniture in the room into parts and used them as firewood, judging from the blood stains of almost half a person in the room, the owner of this house should never have a chance to use these things again.

When the demon hunter opened the cabinet, he found two silver coins and a dagger in the mezzanine, which was a windfall.

The two letters, as you can see, once had a gemstone set in the position of the handle, but it has been cut off.

It didn't look like the people who lived outside the walls could own it, and the owner of the house had either picked it up by accident or had stolen it.

Xu Yichen is more inclined to the former, if the other party is really a thief, he should not be killed by zombies at home.

I have to admit that in the face of such natural and man-made disasters, the kind of people who dare to take risks and like to challenge the order are more likely to survive.

Soon the dagger became a demon hunter's dinner knife, although he didn't know what this dagger had been used to cut before, but Xu Yichen was sure that it definitely didn't have the experience of the dagger on his body.

Being able to eat with a dagger that has never cut a carrion is a luxury in this environment.

I don't know if it's the smell of the demon hunter's barbecue that attracts nearby predators, or if he, as a living person, is like a light in the dark to the undead, when Xu Yichen had just cooked the barbecue he had reserved, there was a chaotic slapping sound outside the door.

After glancing at the wooden door that could hold on for a while, Xu Yichen shifted his attention back to the barbecue.

"Careless, I should have left a few pieces of furniture blocking the door." He shook his head and looked at the furniture that had been dismantled into parts with some regret: "I hope I can hold on until I cook this piece of meat." ”

Outside the wooden door, more than a dozen undead who had been hidden in various corners were in a state of encirclement, surrounding the wooden house, and constantly slapping the walls and doors of the wooden house with their fleshy arms.

The undead let out a constant roar, the smell of the living mixed with the smell of burnt proteins, making them look extremely manic.

In the distance, more of the undead left behind outside the city were dragging their slow pace, constantly moving towards the cabin where the demon hunter was.

Under the moonlight, the broken figures kept swaying.

"Bang-bang!" The rhythmless impact sound could not affect Xu Yichen in the house.

The moonlight pierced through the holes in the ceiling, shining through the house, and the Demon Hunter's free hand even waved softly with the sound of the impact, as if trying to command them to be more neat.

Xu Yichen has experienced too many similar scenes, there is no type that can fly, there is no type that can spit acid, and there is no type where muscles and bones have been specially strengthened.

There is no dangerous species that has a hunting instinct and is not a disguised species that can be disguised as a survivor, if it weren't for the taste of the outside that affects the appetite a little, this is simply a vacation.

For ordinary people, the terrifying collision sounds, terrifying roars, and suffocating footsteps could not disturb Xu Yichen, who was preparing to eat dinner.

Molten grease rolled down the edge of the dagger, sprinkling puffs of green smoke in the flames, and with it the long night that slipped away.

The wooden house Xu Yichen chose was simple in structure, but very strong, and even the wooden door was made of arm-thick tree trunks, which looked a little fragile under the attack of the undead, but still fulfilled his duties.

When the undead outside the house had gathered more than a hundred in number, the continuous slapping and roaring sound tried to drown out the light inside the house like ocean waves.

Xu Yichen, who had eliminated more than two catties of beast meat, finally couldn't continue to be safe in such a strong corpse stench, and rushed out of the hole in the roof with an arrow step.

Outside the cabin, countless arms swayed, and after discovering traces of the living, the undead were even more insane!

The undead at the back constantly squeezed the space of their companions in front of them, and those with injured legs and unsteady standing soon became stepping stones for those who came after.

One after another, the undead swarmed up, trying to get close to Xu Yichen on the roof, the bones broken, and the sound of twisted muscles became the accompaniment to the undead's music.

There are more than a hundred immortals, and the only target in their eyes is Xu Yichen, who is high above!

The originally sturdy wooden hut began to shake under the excitement of the undead, and it seemed to be overwhelmed.

And Xu Yichen only needs to squat down lightly, dodging those arms whose nails are turned out because of constantly scratching the wood, and he can easily pierce one head after another with an elegant tearer.

"Poof!"

The skull, which was a little soft due to decay, made the sound of persimmons being trampled when it was pierced by the blade of the sword, but the body of the undead could not fall to the ground due to the enthusiastic crowding of his companions around him.

You can only go with the flow with your eyes blank. ...