A corpse split in two from the waist.

The corpse with the head crushed into sauce.

A corpse with a hollowed out belly.

Corpses, corpses, corpses......

As soon as you enter the sewers, everything in front of you is filled with all kinds of corpses. Even in the downtown area, there will not be such a crowd.

In a word, it is a collection of deaths.

"Isn't this the old blacksmith who is a drunkard?"

"Nana, how could it be ......"

"Shrek! You're finally dead! ”

Almost everyone found someone they knew in the corpses, but disappeared at some point.

For a moment, the emotions of joy, sadness, and anger were mixed, and this fragile team suddenly clamoured.

"Quiet!"

Roland shouted, and his majestic voice echoed through the narrow and cramped sewers, stopping the hustle and bustle of the crowd for a moment.

Before these people could open their mouths to express their dissatisfaction with Roland, a dark and heavy touch poured out of Roland.

People who were closer to Roland suddenly felt that the air around them had become stagnant, not to mention movement, even breathing had become much more difficult.

If I had to describe it, it would be like to be buried alive.

The fear of being swallowed up by swamps, swallowed by quicksand, being pressed into a pit with boulders, and watching shovels of loess fall on one's body is reminiscent of man's primordial fear of the earth.

This feeling of being disgusted and hated by the things that carried them became much more serious in the sewers, and even the four silver-rank powerhouses were covered in cold sweat and did not dare to move at all.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment and was immediately retracted, and even made people think it was an illusion.

But at least the people were quiet.

"Give me a lift! Now install the bomb. Most likely, the person who played was watching us somewhere! ”

Roland shouted sharply, startling everyone into a cold sweat.

Yes, you know, this is the sewers of the City of Wealth, and these corpses are not immobile pieces of meat that can be dragged out to feed the dogs, but walking corpses driven by negative energy.

They can fight!

And the fighting skills are not inferior to those in life, and even become more terrifying because they don't know fear and don't get tired!

"A festering corpse? I've seen this kind of thing, and there are some of them in the mass graves in my hometown. ”

A young stalker said as he stepped forward. No one could even spot him before he spoke.

The Stalker's footsteps were low, his form was blurred, and it was impossible to even determine whether he was walking forward or in both directions.

It's a high-level stealth, and it's mixed with some half-hung ghost steps.

…… Typical series of mispoints.

Roland knew the young stalker's thoughts for the first time.

It's nothing more than using high-level stealth to get close to a place very close to the enemy, and then use the half-hung ghost step to create visual deception, and kill the enemy while they are confused.

This is a complete waste of the hard-won ability of advanced stealth.

This is an advanced skill that can be learned by raising Perception to 3 and Agility to 5, and can improve the five levels of ignorance of stealth ability.

For example, the Bronze Stalker's stealth skill only has six levels of ignorance, which means that Roland's perception is above six points to easily spot him. But if he had learned advanced stealth, then as long as Roland didn't perceive eleven points, he could only notice it when he was within three steps of him.

If it was Roland, he would learn another instantaneous step to replenish his displacement on the basis of advanced stealth, and then add an ability to escape into smoke and darkness to get the ability to exit the battlefield, and the rest of the time could be used to learn various offensive abilities.

After learning advanced stealth, he learned a shadow step for frontal attack, which is to use a vulgar description, which is simply taking off his pants and farting-

Roland couldn't imagine how empty this stalker really was. In fact, at his level, even assassinating a priest of the same level could get close to the assassination distance, and the flashy and extremely difficult technique of the Phantom Step to learn was useless except for pretending to beep.

Of course, given that Roland came out as soon as he said quiet, the possibility of the latter is really not small.

Roland smiled in his heart, and looked at it without speaking.

"This kind of monster is generally referred to as the walking corpse, and if you want to kill the walking corpse, you must destroy more than sixty percent of their spines."

The young stalker said with a smile as he sideways dodged the pounce of a walking corpse, shaving off his spine with a fluid boning technique.

"Be careful!"

At this moment, Roland kindly shouted.

"Don't worry, Mr. Orlando, he won't move anymore ......"

The Stalker turned back to Roland.

But before the words were finished, a sudden change occurred-

Several small white dots suddenly poked out of the wound of the walking corpse that had been perfectly dissected from its back, and then several strange grayish-white thread-like worms covered in soft scales pounced on the stalker like lightning.

Although he didn't see the abnormal changes that happened behind him, he also vaguely felt that something was wrong, and immediately turned around, and several sword lights slashed behind him.

Suddenly, three worms were split in two by his short knife, but two more worms landed on his right eye and mouth, wriggling and burrowing into it.

With just one breath, the young stalker let out a wail of pain and rolled on his shoulders.

Roland immediately walked over and ripped off the stalker's shirt.

A crimson trail bulged into the center of the stalker's back, and gradually swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a crimson mark quickly bulged in the center of his back,

"It's a spine worm! The undead have tampered with the sewers! ”

The Wizard of the Knife whispered with an ugly face.

It's not some kind of weapon.

Strictly speaking, the spineworm should be considered a resource.

Because the flesh of the undead is corruptible, and the only things that can be made by witchcraft are bones and internal organs, in order to have enough high-quality blood, muscles, and brain raw materials as the materials for their replacement bodies, the undead who cannot use witchcraft or magic to make these three raw materials have developed three resources that can produce these three materials.

That's the spineworms, the living meat, and the brain-eating ghosts.

The latter two aside, the spine worm is an artificial demonic creature that lives on bone marrow, and can reproduce and grow on its own in the spine of a living body.

If you put a mature spine worm in a wine pool, it will soon become a pool of blood, and the alcohol inside can be removed in a very simple process.

Ever since the undead had this technology, the skeletons of the bones have been updated with flesh and blood.

Humans parasitized by spondylodes will wail for three days and three nights before dying, and elves and dwarves will struggle for much longer. If you want to treat this parasitic injury, you can either completely destroy the spine and the insects inside, and the whole person will become an immobile waste; Either that, the priest of the soul realm will need to use the psychic technique to remove the worm from the body.

By the way, the only gods who possess the realm of souls are the Floaters and the Lords of Spirits, and their common denominator is that their range of activities is in the area of East Suze and the Icedesert north of Elcat.

There is no doubt that the City of Fortune will not be able to attract the priests who regard life, death and wealth as dung. In other words, there is no chance that a Stalker who has accidentally been parasitized by a Spondyloid will survive.

The young stalker is also very aware of this.

Now he begs to die.

"I'm hopeless! Kill me! Kill me! ”

Looking at the stalker who was rolling on the ground with a scream of pain, Roland crouched down and put his hand on his forehead.

"What is your faith? Also, tell me your name. ”

“…… I am a believer in the Lord of Darkness, Kova, Kova is my name...... I beg you to kill me......"

"Relax, I'll kill you."

In the surprised gaze of the person behind him, in the relieved and puzzled gaze of the stalker, Roland lightly tapped his right hand on the stalker's forehead to draw the mark of the Lord of Darkness, and said slowly: "Kova, may your soul be with the Lord of Darkness, may he take your hand to the kingdom of the lightless, may you not be exposed to the scorching sun." ”

In the near-frozen silence, Roland's muffled prayer echoed through the sewers.

Anyone can tell that Roland is definitely not a priest of the Lord of Darkness.

Using the transgression as a follower of his god to guide the path after death will bring the dead to rest, but it will incur the wrath of the gods. They will also be picked up after death.

It was impossible for Roland to be unaware of this, but he chose to pray for the Stalker's rest.

At that moment, one seemed to feel a string in one's heart being lightly touched.

As the prayer grew deeper, Roland's right hand finally rested on the Stalker's eyes.

Roland finally opened his right hand that was covering the young stalker's eyes, only to find him resting, eyes closed and a serene expression on his face.

In his chest was the Stalker's own short knife, the handle of which was tightly held in Roland's left hand.

"Rest in peace, for the grace of the Lord of darkness is with you all the days of life."

"—forever."

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There is a change in the afternoon, ask for a recommendation and ask for Sanjiang.