Squatting in front of the open bushes, the hole leading to the ground was in front of John, and there were still drops of blood on the ground.

The smell of blood is not too obvious to the undead, no matter how far away it can be smelled, it is more powerful than a dog's nose, Wang didn't expect this to be the biggest mistake in his life, it's a pity.

I wanted to get in, but John felt that it was a self-defeating thing, because this hole and the dog hole were inexplicably spelled, and there were all kinds of strange smells in it, so it was conceivable that it must be very dirty inside, and he didn't want to get dirty.

It's all come to this point, John also generously uses the perception, and the space of more than ten meters underground is immediately unobstructed by him, and the layout of the entire space is full of his mind, how many goblins, how many humans know everything.

"There is no way back."

John came to the final conclusion, that is, if he blocked the hole and prevented them from coming out, they would eventually starve to death inside.

No, no, soon John piled up on his own idea, the vitality of goblins is comparable to that of Xiaoqiang, and he has learned this tonight, even if the hole is blocked, they will definitely dig another hole out, it is better to throw bombs into it and kill them all............ Well?!

yes, it's a no-brainer, and it just so happens that there's a bunch of toys hidden on you.

In the case of bombs, he has a bunch of them, and if he drops a few, he will definitely be able to blow up the ground below, but John thinks that he can't be so cheap for them, and the resentment below is too deep, if he doesn't care about it, God knows that soon, a goblin-hating [Pain Banshee] will be born, or an elite level.

Wait, this is not bad, how can the army of the undead be without the spirit interference expert banshee!

Goblins have tormented too many human women, causing more and more resentment day by day, and in this place, that is, the entrance to the interior, John can clearly feel this huge resentment, and the hatred that goes deep into his bone marrow makes John shiver.

Take out a strange porcelain bottle from the void, this is the [Soul Container], a special porcelain dedicated to holding souls, when John wants to capture human souls, he usually catches the soul and throws it in, he mostly does this, simple and rude.

Resentment also belongs to the type of soul, it is just the breath emitted by the mutated soul, as long as the mutated soul is caught from the cave **, it will be over.

Now it's time to communicate, John is a famous liberal, and when he wants to be included in his help, John will talk to them and try to get their permission (the weak don't need to communicate!). ）。

The souls that can emit this resentment have been given the conditions to communicate with John, and in the perception, John sees the pain of those mutated souls underneath the earth.

Grab a passing rat and easily pinch it to death, then resurrect it and turn into an undead spirit, and John is attaching part of his consciousness to it to control its body.

The first time he used the body of a mouse, John felt a lot, but he didn't have time to sigh, and the king below began to get nervous again after using his own perception, and he had to make good use of this time.

On all fours, John jumped into the cave, and as he was about to run underneath, John vaguely saw several goblins holding weapons into the hole.

Faced with this situation, John can only use this mouse's skill - digging holes! Dig a small hole from the other side and transfer the route.

Even if it was a mouse, John wouldn't have thought that this group of goblins would show mercy to his men, and the probability of being torn to pieces was extremely high.

John quickly dug another hole, and at this rate, he could dig that place in a moment's time, and no one would find out.

Breaking through the ground, a small hole was opened in the flat ground, John's rat head cautiously poked out and looked around, fortunately no other goblins had spotted it, slowly crawled out of the small hole, and ran towards the place where the resentment was emanating.

In John's vision, the women with severed limbs were lying half-dead on the ground, with a big belly, although they looked like they were dead, but John knew that they were still alive, and they were alive with extreme weakness and the spirit was about to collapse, in fact, it was better to live like this than to die, and resentment was emanating from their bodies.

If it were a human being, he would definitely feel pity when he saw this scene, and before he hated the goblin, but John was an undead ghost, and human feelings had long been missing, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

John's purpose in possessing the rats was simple, to communicate with them and get them to join his army of the undead.

But seeing their appearance, John still gave up, now this group of human women can't listen to anyone at all, their spirits have been destroyed by the goblins, they are no different from dead, that is, the symbol of life is still alive, don't expect them to answer John.

"it!"

In front of the cave, John, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Just as he was about to escape back to the cave, John was trampled into flesh by a foot that fell from the sky! He knew that the scolding voice was the guy who called it, wasn't it the Goblin King, damn it, he dared to trample on Lao Tzu, you waited for me!

John, who had found out clearly, also made up his mind, not only to avenge his kicks, but also to kill them, John decided to adopt the most inhumane method of burning the prairie by fire! Burn you! Smoke you! Let you experience this aggrieved way of death!

Took out several barrels of oil from the void that John called the easiest to burn, one of his many toys, several oil barrels piled up in front of the hole, and then kicked over a few times, allowing the oil to flow down the outlet into the hole**, gurgling sound, countless oil poured into it.

At this time in the cave, the goblins were overwhelmed by this slippery oil, running around in a panic, and the king lying on the bed was even more confused, although it couldn't guess what it was, but intuitively it still thought that it was a very dangerous thing, and now there must be someone outside the cave entrance, it is likely to be John! The human did it before!

"Hulakuava! Quack! ”

The king roared at the goblins, meaning to tell them to quickly put all the human women in the cave.

The goblins were stupid, but they complied with the king's orders, and moved the human women to the mouth of the cave where the oil was constantly flowing.