"With corpse watchers like Fili, even if there are more walking corpses in this sewer, they are not afraid!"

"What's more, it's still a line of defense in the shadows, isn't it?"

"Even once the entire city of Blackhorn is really about to fall, they will release these walking corpses who have been hungry for a long time!"

Shu Ya said lightly.

Perhaps it was the smell of the living that the walking corpses suddenly became excited.

Looking at their arms stretched forward and their bodies leaning slightly, it seemed as if they would pounce on everyone in the next second.

Feeling the undisguised bloodthirsty desire of the walking corpses, everyone became alert, and a breeze swept away, which was a sign that the Wind Squad had activated the [Wind], and the blade was already unsheathed and ready to cut these walking corpses into pieces.

Syllable!

Seeing this situation, Fili's originally hunched waist straightened up, he took a big step forward, and a huge bone stick taken out of nowhere slammed on the head of the walking corpse that took the lead, and this blow was merciless, and the originally sturdy walking corpse was immediately smashed to the head.

Seeing their master so angry, the walking corpses couldn't help but quiet down, their outstretched arms naturally drooped down, and even their waists were bent down, and they only dared to let out one or two low roars in their throats to express their dissatisfaction.

The riot of the walking corpses was suppressed, but Fili knew that it was only temporary, so he immediately grabbed a handful of gray powder from the gray cloth bag around his waist and threw it at Morey and the others.

These dusty powders have strong adsorption, and after the powder falls, it naturally adheres to everyone's clothing, like the debris of a magnet sticking to the iron.

The gray powder had a faint and strange corpse smell, it was supposed to be a medicinal powder mixed with a variety of magical materials, and Morey could only smell that it should be a kind of scavenging beetle milled and fired powder, which was a creature that even the walking corpse would not want to eat.

The effect of the powder was amazing, and not long after it was sprinkled, the walking corpse turned its head in disgust, as if Morey and the others were not delicious fresh blood food, but a pile of scraps that had been chewed by their companions a long time ago.

Seeing that they were being despised by such a low-level undead creature, several young people in the Wind Squad immediately stepped forward to teach these walking corpses a lesson.

But they were all stopped by Fili.

"I know you're all big guys, but here, remember, don't make a move!"

"Otherwise, I will not hesitate to throw you to the corpses of this underground world!"

Although Fili was speaking to the two swordsmen of the Wind Squad, Morey knew that he was mainly admonishing himself and Bert.

"Come back!"

Bert said with a cold face.

These young people act spontaneously because of their own connections and the speed of promotion that can be regarded as geniuses among their peers.

In comparison, although the shadows led by Balta were slightly weaker, they were extremely disciplined, and the cold and disdainful eyes of those walking corpses seemed to them to be a gust of fresh wind, and there was no harm in anything.

Morey, who had seen the tide of undead corpses under the Murry Iron Mine at that time, nodded again and again when he heard Filly's words.

Although the walking corpses are nothing more than low-level undead creatures, once gathered, it is better to avoid them as soon as possible if they do not have a strong team of priests around.

With the help of Fili's [Exorcism Powder], everyone successfully came to the bottom of Black Horn City.

Although they encountered several corpse tides during the period, under the cover of Fili's cutie and the effect of [Corpse Exorcism Powder], they all successfully avoided it, even if occasionally the ghoul with the sharp nose discovered the flaws of Morey and others, but in the face of the dense minions stretched out by the walking corpse, the ghoul still chose to retreat with interest.

After all, in their recipes, the rotten corpses with corpse poison are the supreme delicacy in their eyes, and those living creatures that will burst out with warm blood are just a special dessert, which can be eaten or not, but if they rush the corpses for these desserts, although their brain solution has been extremely dry, it is not that they will not do such a stupid act.

After walking for a while, a huge white bone pile appeared in front of Morey and the others, and above it there was an irregular hole of a black hole.

"All the passages leading to the ground are guarded, and they are not subordinate to each other."

"If you want to bypass them, it's almost impossible to sneak into Black Corner City silently!"

"Fortunately, not long ago, an idiot dug a 'excretion' channel down, otherwise I would have to let my little cutie scratch a passage for you!"

The white pile of bones looked loose but unusually tight, and it was easy to climb into the cavern above his head, and it was obvious that Fili had put a lot of effort into it.

As for what the other party wants to do, you can imagine one or two when you look at the group of corpses that he keeps holding on the lonely walking corpses along the way.

It would be nothing more than forming an army of corpses, killing the city of Black Horn once and for all, and killing those who might not be forgotten even in this rotten sewer!

The group climbed up the black-and-red dirt sloping passage, and after a while they saw the light, but they soon found that at the end of the passage was an iron barred door fastened to the exit of the cave with heavy locks.

It didn't even take advantage of the shadowy assassins to use their usual tug-of-war to open the iron bars, and the two Wind Swordsmen, who were holding back their performance along the way, stepped forward directly and easily cut off the entire fence.

Unhindered, they rushed out to a room that resembled a warehouse, except that the goods piled up in this warehouse were neither the hearty piles of grain that the commoners loved, nor the latest luxury on the ground that pleased the nobles, but a disemboweled corpse.

They were just stacked and discarded like defective waste, staring at the beams of the house with the white eggs of bloodthirsty insects, or staring at the cracks in the bricks filled with black-brown dry blood, as if they were making some kind of silent accusation.

Not far away, there were several burly guys with their backs to what they were doing, the bone cleaver on the back of the raised back flashed, and a dull sound of a sharp blade entering the body came, and the mutilated female thigh whose toe had been gnawed was carried by them, and a laugh followed.

"This is a high-quality product, those hungry ghosts outside the city will probably rush to buy it!"

"At least a silver coin! I bet! ”

"Fart, nigga, you still have money to bet? I'm afraid your money has already been earned by that big-ass slut in the tavern, can you still have a copper plate in your pocket? ”

"Haha......"