Zorro walked through this gloomy swamp, and his heart was a little terrifying, full of the roars of the inhabited, the wails of unknown beasts.

Even in the daytime, the sun is still not visible, the eyes are dark, the road under your feet is muddy, and if you don't pay attention to your feet, you can get stuck in the swamp.

The white bones that can be seen everywhere in the mud, the elusive crocodiles, and even the trees and plants look very weird and terrifying.

In the swamp are not only crocodiles, mutated plants, but also infected people who have fallen into the swamp, and when they fall into the swamp, they do not die, but fall into a deep sleep, and when a creature passes by it, it will wake up, grab the creature's feet and drag them alive into the swamp.

Zorro can be described as cautious in the swamp, step by step. Even so, Zorro did not suffer less.

Chased around by wolves, he almost couldn't find the mark left by the kill, and got lost in the depths of the swamp.

Scratched naked by the infected in the swamp, if it weren't for Zorro's quick reaction, he would have become a sunken corpse in the vast swamp.

Surrounded by a swarm of crocodiles, Zorro hid in the trees for a day and a night before the crocodiles under the trees dispersed on their own.

Zorro was depressed, and after only three days in the swamp, he was chased by wolves, chased by crocodiles, and almost captured by the infected as a substitute ghost.

I hope the rest of the journey will be smoother, otherwise Zorro will really want to pick and choose.

In order to play the ugly game of King Kong Barbie, he trekked through mountains and rivers, repeatedly in danger, and he didn't know what he was trying to do.

"I'm rubbing, why are there still people here?"

Just as Zorro was thinking, two humans in brown robes suddenly appeared on a small hillside in front of him.

Out of instinct, the moment the two appeared, Zorro lay directly on the ground.

It's really a bit abnormal for two guys dressed so strangely to appear in this poor mountain and bad water.

The two of them were dressed in robes, with hats on their heads, one holding two knives and the other with two guns on their waists, and they didn't look like good people at all.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, Zorro noticed that there seemed to be something embroidered on the robes of the two people, and out of curiosity, Zorro looked at it and saw a strange-looking mutant infected person embroidered on the robes of the two people.

"Cultists?"

Since the end of the world, Zorro has traveled north and south, and has seen many survivors of all shapes and sizes, and this cultist is the most hated guy among them.

It stands to reason that in the last days, the survivors who are in precariousness all the time have some beliefs, which can be regarded as a kind of spiritual support, but the things that these people believe in are difficult to accept.

They don't believe in God, don't believe in Buddhism, don't believe in everything in the world, Taoism is natural, but believe in those mutant beasts that eat people and don't spit out bones, special mutants, and even mutated infected.

Those fanatical cultists are even obsessed with using their own kind and even their own flesh and blood to worship the mutant infected people of their own faith, and they also return to the embrace of the true god in the name of beauty.

However, the cultists are still a minority after all, they have no organization, no organization, at most they are a group of threes and twos, secretly worshipping, like these two people today, uniformly dressed, and even well-trained guys, Zorro has never seen them at all.

Looking at the two people who were gradually moving away, Zorro decided to follow and find out if these people were cultists, or some mysterious organization or camp.

After all, this place is inaccessible, and the dangers are everywhere in the poor mountains and bad waters, and if someone really sets up a camp here, it can definitely be said to be isolated from the world.

Zorro also had a thought, that is, this group of people, could it be the group of people who robbed the game, after all, according to the marks left by the killing, their group did enter this swamp.

Maybe when he was hiding from the wolves, he missed the mark to guide the way, and it was not impossible to kill the opponent's base camp directly by mistake.

Following the two of them, Zoro soon came to a small village, judging by the branch of the house, the population here is not large, and on the outskirts of the small village, the same guys in brown robes, armed with weapons, patrolled around.

In the middle of the village, a group of people gathered in a circle, kneeling in front of a bronze statue, with their heads bowed, as if praying for something.

And the bronze statue is the same mutant creature that has the rust on the clothes of the brown-robed mysterious people.

It can be seen that this small village is indeed the stronghold, or even the headquarters, of a cultist who believes in mutant creatures.

This cult is a bit powerful, and all the members of the cult are not only uniformly dressed, but also equipped with weapons, well-trained, and well-organized.

Listening to the roars coming from time to time in the village, Zorro guessed that there might be some kind of mutant beast in the depths of the village that was used by the cultists as a divine envoy or a holy relic.

Zorro watched for a long time before quietly retreating, thinking in his heart that he would wait for the evening, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, to enter the village to check, first, to determine whether the game was robbed by cultists, and second, to find out what this guy who conducts cult activities in the village as a unit believes in.

If he could, Zorro would not recommend repenting of the bronze statue in the center of the village.

That night, Zorro carefully avoided the guards and slipped into the village.

It didn't matter if he entered, Zorro found that these wooden huts were not inhabited by humans, but infected people of various shapes.

And in the wooden houses where these infected people lived, the blood stains on the floor, and the deep white bones everywhere, made Zorro's heart cold, and he wanted to burn down the village.

The cultists are indeed cultists, not only behaving strangely themselves, but also using a village to feed those infected.

There are human and animal bones on the ground, and it is conceivable that these cultists are not good birds.

There are more than thirty cabins in the entire village, and more than twenty of them are inhabited by infected and mutated creatures of various shapes.

And what is really left for those cultists to live in is only three or four rooms.

From this, Zorro deduced that there were not many cultists here, including those cultists patrolling the outskirts of the village, there were only about two dozen people.

With Zorro's combat power, if done properly, it is not impossible to destroy this small village.

Thinking of this, Zorro first collected firewood and grass, piled it on the periphery of each cabin, and then flashed into an empty cabin, waiting for the cultists to take the initiative to send it to the door.

Looking at the bedding inside the cabin, this cabin was probably inhabited by five cultists, and if Zorro took the opportunity to sneak attack, he should be able to kill the group in an instant.

Zorro hid behind the door, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer outside, and secretly tightened the steel claws in his hands.

In this kind of narrow space, the weapon of the war knife cannot be used, and the weapon of the steel claw is more reliable.