Dai Lan looked coldly at the short dagger in his hand, and seemed to be able to feel the heartbeat and history of the owner who had used this weapon.

Despite the fact that its blade is only half a foot long (about 16 centimeters), and the surface is covered with a layer of jet-black rust, most of the people who are blinded by its inconspicuous appearance will not end well.

No one knows the power of this Thor Blade better than Dai Lan.

According to rumors, this dagger was once the personal protective gear of the ancient Germanic god of thunder, Thor.

In many myths, it is said that Thor has an invincible Thunder Hammer, but in some wild histories, it is recorded that Thor escaped from many enemies with this dagger.

There is also an ancient Western European great ~ law ~ master who deliberately engraved the four words of Thor's blade with a strange text. At every time there is a crisis, it can unleash a huge amount of magic.

Of course, for this kind of boundless legend, Dai Lan doesn't believe a word.

He has read several times in other academic journals that scientific analysis indicates that Thor's Blade is made of a variety of metals.

The proportion of the main components has not been deciphered so far. And its hardness and toughness are unattainable with modern knives.

Dai Lan carefully pinned it behind him, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease. After tidying up the dark blue student suit, he lowered his ~ body and quickly touched towards the British Pavilion related to King Arthur.

He pondered in his heart that the beautiful shadow he saw just now must have belonged to his girlfriend Joyna. What I don't understand is why she ran into this museum at this time.

Dai Lan was vaguely worried, could it be that Joyna had something to do with King Arthur's crown?

My head started to hurt when I thought about it, but I still didn't have an answer, so I just went there to see it!

"Click!"

As soon as I walked through the two exhibition halls, I heard two crisp camera shutters in front of me.

It had been almost two hours since the beginning of the apocalypse, and the people in the museum had basically run out, leaving only some zombies wandering around without active consciousness.

It's quiet. Therefore, the sound of this camera shutter is very prominent.

Dai Lan frowned, holding on to the stone pillar in the hall, hiding behind to take a closer look.

This is the central exhibition hall of the British Museum, which is very large and can carry five trucks in parallel without stress. The magnificent exhibition hall is dedicated to one work, and that is the jewel of the museum: the Rosetta Stone!

This stele is the enthronement of Ptolemy, the king of Egypt, in 196 BC.

Written in three languages, it is engraved on a stone tablet one meter square. It is based on the words on it that historians deduce the entire culture and language of the ancient Latin language family, so it has become a priceless treasure.

At the same time, there are some undeciphered hieroglyphs on it, which provides a lot of material and talking points for metaphysicians and detective novelists.

At this moment, standing in front of the Rosetta Stone is a tall and mighty fat man, who should be from China in appearance.

With a height of more than 1.8 meters, he can weigh 250 pounds. A large white round face is dotted with a pair of small eyes, and has a small sleek beard, which looks extremely funny. Wearing a camouflage uniform, he has a pair of large military leather boots under his feet. Most notably, he was carrying an oversized professional hiking backpack on his back.

He held a professional camera in his fat hands, and he kept taking pictures. At the same time, his mouth was drooling, staring at the Rosetta Stone and talking to himself.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Dai Lan rolled his eyes disdainfully, and scolded in his heart: "What an idiot!" Zombies have very sensitive senses, and even the slightest sound can attract them. You are so unscrupulous to make noise, you are really looking for death! ”

Sure enough! There were already no less than ten zombies surrounding from all directions, gradually approaching the fat man.

The fat man was still dreaming about the stele, and even tried to steal it by any means, but he didn't find any danger.

The zombie closest to him behind him was the first to attack, and both hands fell on the fat man's shoulders at once, opening his mouth full of blood and trying to bite. Fortunately, the fat man was carrying a huge backpack behind him, blocking the further movement of the zombies.

The fat man's shoulder hurts, and he knows that something is wrong.

When he looked back, his soul had flown out of the sky.

A very strong zombie is trying to bite him.

The zombie had one eye injured and fell out of its socket, and only some veins were attached to the eyeball. His face was dripping with blood from who had been caught. Most fatally, he was slashed in the neck with a sharp object, and only half of it supported his head, causing his entire head to be tilted to one side due to gravity.

But he didn't realize it, there was only a fresh and fat prey in his eyes!

The fat man seemed to be well-trained and reacted quickly. One turns, and at the same time raises his right elbow and slams into the zombie's head!

Due to the reduction of support, the fat man hit it with one blow, and actually peeled off the zombie's head and torso, and flew out with a blood line.

The blood sprayed immediately stained the fat man's white face red.

But the other zombies completely ignored the fat man's heroic actions and surrounded him without any pause. Zombies of various shapes stretched out their hands and opened their mouths to attack the fat man, and the situation was extremely critical for a while!

The fat man pulled out a military baton at some point and slashed hard. barely hit three zombies, and he was a little physically exhausted. I didn't pay attention to the soles of my feet and slipped and fell to the ground.

The weight of more than 200 catties slammed into the legs of the two zombies, breaking them off immediately.

However, more zombies surrounded him......

"Damn, the fat man wants to return to his place!" The fat man shouted in standard Huaxia language.

Dai Lan can walk away alone, the fat man in front of him who doesn't know the height of the sky is innocent, but it is definitely not Dai Lan's style to not save him when he sees death.

Dai Lan had already quietly stood behind the zombie, coldly looking at the critical moment in front of him.

He was waiting for the best time, the most sure to save him.

Just as the two zombies lay down~ to catch the fat man, Dai Lan's Thor's blade had already arrived.

"Whew!"

Both the force and the angle are perfectly controlled. Thor's blade made two graceful arcs in the air, and then slashed through the legs of the two zombies.

The four leg bones snapped at once, and the zombies that had lost their balance fell one after another, opening a gap at the same time.

Dai Lan's face was expressionless, but his eyes did not blink to look for the flaws of the zombies.

Two more swords struck out, splitting a zombie.

Then he said in a short, calm voice: "Why don't you get out of here, are you going to die?!" ”

To say that when he first fell to the ground, the fat man was indeed a little blind, thinking that it was impossible to escape the tiger's mouth. How did he know that he would kill a god halfway, how could he give up this opportunity to escape.

It seems that the fat man has indeed practiced twice, saw the gap, came to the spot eighteen rolls, and quickly escaped from the zombies. While panting, he watched with frightened eyes as the young man in front of him slashed and killed zombies.

Dai Lan did not stop immediately, but repeatedly stabbed the zombie's body, until he mastered the performance of this Thor's blade, and then stabbed the zombie's head.

About 3 minutes later, the bodies of the ten zombies were lying straight on the ground, most of them already in different places.

Dai Lan looked at the zombie in front of him and shook his head slightly.

Although they knew that they were dead from the moment they became zombies, it was not a simple moral matter to let themselves end the lives of zombies with their own hands.

Dai Lan's face did not have a trace of emotion~ color, but his heart was very uncomfortable.

He picked up a piece of clothing and wiped the Thor's blade, and said lightly: "You run for your life, remember, don't do such a stupid thing as taking pictures in the future." ”

With that, Dai Lan turned around and walked towards the British Pavilion in front.

But I heard the fat man say to himself: "It's weird, why do you have to go to the exhibition hall inside......"

Hearing this, Dai Lan suddenly stopped, turned to stare at the fat man, and said word by word: "Who do you see going to the British Pavilion in front?" ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, pointed to the front, and said thoughtlessly: "It's strange, at first, it was some people who looked like university teachers, and then a purple-haired little girl in a sports skirt ran into that hall......"