The floodgates opened, the zombies were crazy like never before, and fifty slaughterers also formed an array, the fire extinguishers in their hands had gradually lost their usefulness, and the flames on the ground began to slowly dissipate, only the last bit of flame loomed.

"Brothers, here's your chance to survive a fight, as long as we kill these damn zombies, we'll be free. Kill! In the crowd, Jiang Daosheng held a gun in both hands, and the spear turned into a little star to kill the zombies at the door of one of the passages one by one.

More than a dozen men with spears gathered around him to block the zombies in front of him.

The other three gates were blocked as much as possible.

"Roar!" The zombies roared loudly, but the narrow gate could only support a maximum of ten zombies to come out at the same time, and the zombie corpses on the ground also hindered their progress.

A little starlight spreads on the corpses of the zombies, quickly igniting their bodies, and the dead zombies become the best fuel, gradually spreading the flames on their companions, and then detonating instantly when they die.

A large number of flames have become a talisman for the zombies, and more are blocking the way of the zombies.

The gate was designed with this in mind.

The zombies in the underground waterways are arranged more exaggerated than the "Indian gods" crowding the train, and the zombies behind cannot be allowed to move forward.

Gradually, the zombies began to pound the fence next to them.

"Oops!" Behind the fence, a teenager pushing a box of crossbow arrows stumbled and fell to the ground, a shallow wound in his right arm.

"It's really unlucky, look at how good you guys were at the beginning, going in and out of high-end places, playing with girls at night, and turning Lao Tzu's girlfriend into a junior. Phew! He took a hard sip. The boy sucked the blood from the wound a few times, then spat on the ground.

The shallow wound gradually ceased to bleed.

Then he slowly withdrew to the quiver with the crossbow arrow box. Be ready to clean up the Colosseum at any time.

A drop of blood may be usually just a small wound.

But in the noses of the zombies, that is the smell of blood that intoxicates them the most, just a drop, shows them the way forward.

The eyesight of zombies is degraded, the visual range is no more than three meters, but the sense of hearing and smell is enhanced by tens of hundreds or even hundreds of times, they can almost be second only to sharks in the air, smell the smell of blood within a hundred meters, and can even accurately hear the heartbeat of creatures.

It's how they tell other creatures.

The stench on their bodies is even more in the position of their companions.

Now, a drop of blood told them a new path, where there was blood, there was food, and there was more and more of the breath of the living.

The front was full of their own kind, but at the beginning they were attracted by the inactive blood, which was very far away from them, and it was out of reach, but this drop of blood was close in front of them, not far ahead.

The smell of this drop of blood drove them even more crazy in comparison.

Countless zombies began to crowd the fence, stretching out their arms and clutching at something, the fence crumbling under the slamming.

The original purpose of this fence was to make the zombies mistakenly think that this was a wall, and they flocked directly to the gladiatorial arena along the zombie stream. But now, a drop of blood attracts them to keep pounding at the thin fence. But if you keep going like this, you will never be able to rush in.

However, the organizing committee issued a mediocre order to let all the ballistas leave, causing those second-order zombies to lose the feeling of being intimidated all the time, expanding the height limit of the passage, and slowly entering the underground tunnel.

The natural class suppression of the zombies made the zombies in front of them gradually squeeze out a gap, allowing the second-order zombies to slowly squeeze in.

The zombies are boundless, and the second-order zombies are slowly becoming more numerous. The only thing I haven't seen for the time being is the figure of zombies above the third order.

But just that, it was enough to allow the zombies to break through and stop the fifty slaughterers.

Fortunately, they were not injured during the battle, and there was not a trace of blood coming out of their bodies, and the blood on the ground had gradually dried up during the battle, turning into a sticky smell of blood.

There is no fresh blood, and the attraction is gradually diminished. It's like a glass of fresh milk and a glass of milk that's been a week old, only fresh blood attracts them the most.

And the crossbow rider's lieutenant's arm was oozing blood. There was only a drop of blood, but for zombies, it was the clearest indication.

"Roar!" With an angry roar, the zombie probe who walked in front stood at the door of the fence for a while, sniffing the saliva-stained blood on the ground, and a trace of the smell of blood looming from the distance behind the fence.

On the other hand, there is a lot of blood. The smell intoxicated every zombie. For them, that's a wonderful taste too.

After hesitating, the zombie used its underdeveloped brain to turn its head to the side and slammed into the fence.

The rock-solid fence for first-order zombies is like paper paste in front of second-order zombies, and when zombies become second-order, they completely become another kind of infinitely powerful creatures.

The broken arm flicked in front of the rusty fence, and the fence twisted into shape, and the legs kicked forward.

The entire fence gate had fallen to the ground, unable to stop the zombies.

Inside the fence gate, there is a long passage, the destination of which is a hundred meters away, on a high platform near the inner city, where is the 12th ballista archery.

The crossbowmen on the quiver carried the arrows with great effort, and struck the winch with their hammers on the winch to pull the strings closer.

The power is getting bigger and bigger, the blood is also flowing out bit by bit, and the zombies are gradually boiling, and the distance is only more than 100 meters, which is close at hand for the zombies.

"Roar!" A roar, extra loud, and terrifying.

Today is the third time that Liu Shenghao has stood on the arrow tower in the inner city, and as long as the crossbow arrow is wound, he only needs to wait for the last hammer to be launched.

"Roar!" The roar of the zombie suddenly came out, as if it was behind him.

"What's going on. There's always a sense of trepidation. Liu Shenghao pressed his trembling legs hard, and just pulled the placket to keep himself from being so cold.

He didn't know if it was the wind blowing cold or if something had happened.

The roars of zombies seemed to be very close to him.

"It seems...... Something seems wrong. Liu Shenghao looked at the people around him, and then turned around, it was a deep passage, and he knew that there were countless zombies inside.

Lowering his head, Liu Shenghao lay on the ground and looked inside.

The sunlight shone on the ground, and then a ray of sunlight hit the depths of the passage in the pool of water on the ground.

Looming, he saw a rotten face, and two maggots emerged from the eyes, as if mocking his ignorance and childishness.

Then, there was a roar, and the zombies went crazy.

The zombie was completely exposed to the flickering light, dressed in a high-end suit that had been custom-made, Wanda Fili's watch was stained with blood, and a slender tail peeked out from the tail vertebrae behind him, the sharp tip of which seemed to be a sharp murderous aura. It's chilling.