If you don't see the difficulties of others, you will never know how rich you are.

The sharp blade of the refined weapon, which swept past the zombie's swollen and pus-filled hands, and at the same time caused goosebumps to stir up goosebumps in Freel's ankle, and she held back her surprise and quietly peeled off the severed hand with the ulna of the skeleton, and then kicked it away with a forceful kick.

Aldrich held the "boiling sludge" in both hands, reversed the tip of his sword downward, and stabbed into the ground in the direction of the hidden hand of the rotten zombie sneak attack, and he saw that the fluffy gaps in the floating soil stirred up the stench of dark red corpse blood, as if it had burst through the blisters and splashed pus.

"There are very few vital points of the zombie, it is definitely not dead, be careful. Friel's reminder was well understood by Triss, and he twisted the hilt of his sword with great force, and a violent tremor was immediately heard under the floating earth on the ground, and then the silent struggle gradually subsided.

"That's it, Wesley, you're really at stake. No, it should be said that your weapons are indeed sharp, and the tattered on our hands cannot compare to yours. ”

Aldrich poured out the "boiling sludge" stained with corpse blood, and scratched it a few times in the fluffy burial soil, there was still a little filth remaining, but it was much better than before, so he didn't care.

Freel's companions were still dealing with the Dry Skeletons, and unlike what Tris had expected, even if their skulls were shattered, the lowest-level undead would continue to move, unless the undead's bodies were broken into a pile of pieces.

Aldrich, who guarded Friel with his sword, thought to himself: "There are no vital attacks, and you have to deal with them by exhausting the health groove of the skeletons with continuous blows, which is a bit different from what I thought. In addition, Thorin and the others are good at using low-effort and rhythmic combos, rather than so-called special moves, and very clever combat strategies, and it is obvious that this is not the first time that these people have visited the castle cemetery. ”

Thirty or so skeletons were no match for Friel and the others, and after the lowest level of undead creatures in the cemetery were eliminated, the rotting pus zombies rose up one after another from the underground tombs, and the number was only about half of the skeletons.

They remained clothed in their previous clothes, most of them sturdy farmers, their hair as thin as wilted grass, and their puffy bodies littered with corpse spots made of coagulated dead blood.

The tactics of flying kites against slow zombies, as long as they are not besieged together, it is very easy for Thorin and others to get out, the only thing that needs to be refreshed is their swollen and swollen stomachs, after accidentally breaking it, with a pop, the rotten internal organs and highly toxic corpse blood pus sputter in all directions, once it is contaminated, it is a bit of a headache.

Aldrich's "boiling sludge" in her hand made Freel's eyes shine, but when dealing with difficult zombies, she was even more greedy, and kindly reminded her about the zombies' weaknesses and their only "strength", and Tris immediately turned into a zombie reaper, chopping vegetables and melons to sweep away the second-order undead around Freel.

The harvest of Thorin and the others' raids and killings is completely incomparable to the record of "Wesley", and as time goes by, this cemetery adventure team gradually tends to focus on him, of course, it can also be said that others intentionally or unintentionally attract blame, but they are all laughed at by Aldrich Triss without exception.

A dozen zombies died forever, faintly touching a certain balance, and in the deepest part of the cemetery, the cold and obscure corpse qi suddenly gushed out, and the cold flame phosphorescence without heat spontaneously gathered on the high arched round mound.

A burly zombie pushed through the heavy tombstones, and fluffy mud fell to reveal its hideous, ugly face, and a strange brand on its forehead—two crossed serrated daggers.

After leaving the tomb, the zombie fell to one knee and half on the ground, his tattered trouser leg swollen and cracked, revealing a bunch of purple grape-like cysts parasitic on the outside of his left foot, and then reached out and took out a rusty axe from the tomb.

When Freel saw the axe dragged upside down on the ground, she forgot about the existence of the Great Zombie, and Thorin and the others were wary at first, but were soon attracted by the unearthed sharp weapon.

Not long after leaving the cold tomb, this obviously different undead creature happened to bump into a similar animal, and without hesitation, it slashed it into two pieces with its backhand, and the wreckage fell to the left and right, splattering pus corpse blood all over its body.

Surprised by the move, everyone in the adventure party realized its brutality and didn't dare to fight it, and Mandy simply turned his head to look at "Wesley" and the sword in his hand. Eyes grunted, and she watched as Friel lifted her chin slightly, signaling to her with her eyes.

The only woman in the audience looked at the knight she had anticipated in her mind, and couldn't help but want to ask for help, but in the calm and indifferent gaze of "Wesley", she opened her mouth and never said anything.

"I made a promise to you: 'Speak up when you need me. 'Isn't this the right time?' Why don't you speak?"

Freel's heart moved, and she was ready to use a radical method to capture him: "You're not the opponent of the big man, it's obvious that it's metamorphosed and turned into an axe-wielding zombie. The movement has become slower, but the lethality has increased dramatically, even with a sharp sword in your hand, you dare to fight it?"

"When asking for help, the best way is to be sincere, don't play tricks that don't fall off the table, and I forgive you this time. However, I'm going to say the ugly thing ahead, deal with this big zombie, and the loot will be mine, no problem, right?"

Freel was a little stunned when she heard this, and then looked at Mandy as if asking for help, but heard Thorin's answer: "No problem, I will agree to your conditions on their behalf." Mr. Wesley, please get out of the way and fix it as soon as possible. ”

Aldridge's side was full of zombie fragments, he cautiously stepped out of the gap, looking at Thorin and the others who kept attracting monsters to give him training, but his breath was even and peaceful, and he was a little surprised: "You obviously have the ability to solve it together, why did you choose to ask me for help?"

Mandy's face changed instantly, but he quickly turned his head to take the opportunity to hide the horror in his heart, "The reason is very simple! Mr. Wesley, you hide most of your strength, which makes us very curious. If you want to be a loner and want to be part of our team, the first thing you have to do is be honest and now is a great opportunity. ”

Aldrich didn't care about the wanderer's intentional or unintentional agitation: "Friel guessed right, I'm a knight. Eradicating and destroying the undead creatures is just a side bonus to adventure, and it is my duty to free you from the threat of death. ”

Feeling that the loose gray cloak was in the way, Tris rolled up his sleeves past his elbows and tucked his hat into his collar, then lifted the hem of his clothes and wrapped them around his waist, and sprinted forward in small steps, taking the opportunity to adjust the rhythm of his breathing.

The axe-wielding zombie let out a silent roar, the cold wind wrapped around its limbs at its behest and its sluggish bulky body became much lighter, and it unexpectedly rushed towards Wesley, another provocation that attempted to cut its target in half.

Aldrich's keen perception of danger is still there, the small broken step adjusts the emergency stop, the body leans back and rolls sideways, the short squat body keeps performing semi-circular steps to accelerate, and the center of gravity is always balanced, like a spinning top turning, coming behind the big zombie.

The unexpected acceleration just now made him feel the biting chill of death for the first time, and he couldn't help but show his fangs, and the extremely fast "boiling mud", with the same blow, the sharp blade swept over the right hand holding the axe, and broke at elbow, the cross-section of the wound was slightly blackened, and there was a faint stench.

"Danger!" Friel couldn't help but remind, and out of the corner of his eye, Tris saw the cyst on the zombie's left leg rapidly swelling, and before he could make a decision, his body instinctively rolled outward to avoid it.

"Bang...... Bang bang!" A series of fireworks balloons burst, the zombie with a severed arm, the left half of its body was filled with a large cloud of dark green poisonous mist, and at the same time, its left leg shrank sharply, leaving only a small leg bone like a reed stick.

Pushing away the dangerous enemy, the zombie took the opportunity to grab the rusty axe, cut off the useless left leg, and attached the stump of his right hand to it, and somehow restored the balance of his body, and five fingers could be used flexibly.

Thorin and the others stared sideways at Freel behind them, obviously surprised by her reminder and needed a reasonable explanation, as the only woman in the adventure team, she also had her own ideas.

"Are we overly optimistic! It's clear that the undead in the cemetery are showing signs of a metamorphosis, maybe this is just the beginning, we need Wesley, a knight in his prime, not coveting his weapons. ”

The taciturn Celle nodded: "Friel is right, the veteran is more beneficial to us, a newcomer who will only get in the way will not do us any good except to drag us down." ”

Mandy the Wanderer frowned, looked at Thorin without objection, and his face immediately soothed: "Since you have said so, I can only agree." The four-man squad is indeed time to be replenished with new members. As long as he doesn't rely on his status as a veteran, and his armor and weapons to fight for Thorin's position as the boss, I have nothing to say. ”

"The only person with the ability to cast spells is the leader of the team, which we confirmed when we first formed the adventurous party, Mandy, do you have amnesia?" Thorin's face flushed faintly, and he had a headache for the most restless wanderer in the group.

Friel had no interest in her friends' struggle for power, she turned her head to look at "Wesley", and used that strange way of moving, secretly surprised in her heart: "It's a bit like a dwarf beheading, but aren't they already buried in the fragmented fragments of history with the annihilation of the old era?"

The big zombie has no way to deal with this rogue play, its stiff body can't bend freely, and in the face of the spinner's top, which spins around in a chaotic way, it can only keep wielding a rusty axe to attack instead of defending.

Unfortunately, Aldrich's movements are too fast, like a slippery swimming fish, far from being able to catch the zombie's sluggish one-armed arm, and then the right hand that breaks at the elbow exposes the fatal flaws of the big zombie.

"Boiling Sludge" kept creating wounds on the left leg of this second-order undead creature, shaving more and more flesh and blood, and gradually there was a sign of breaking the leg again.

Even with only animal instincts, the big zombie knew that its slight advantage would not last long.

At that moment, a whisper suddenly came from the depths of the cemetery, hissing like the shiver of a rattlesnake, as if the cunning poison had been poured into its chaotic mind, causing it to change a little.

Kneeling on one knee abruptly, Thorin and the others, who were keeping an eye on the situation, couldn't help but applaud, thinking that the big zombie was about to die on the spot, and they were ready to go up and grab the equipment.

Aldrich also judged this way at first, just as he was approaching, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his forehead was numb, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his face, who knew that the big zombie took a step faster, unexpectedly, the stump of his left leg was broken, grabbed the fluffy rotten dirt on the ground, and smashed it into Tris's face.

Even if he closed his eyes in time, there was a little mud and an hourglass net, which suddenly stopped Aldrich's attack, and the big zombie grinned, held the rusty axe in his left hand, and slammed it back.

If it hits this time, Tris will be seriously injured if he doesn't die, Friel couldn't help but exclaim, but no one thought that the desperate "Wesley" did not retreat but advanced, his body cut into the arms of the big zombie, and the sword swept across, cutting off the legs of the undead at the knee.

With too much force, the axe drove the zombie to roll to the right, and "Wesley", who was supposed to have lost his sight, chased after it, and cut off its left hand with a strange landing, and cut off the ugly head along the way.

"Bang!" The undead who had lost everything had one last trick, spontaneously condensing all the essence and turning into a huge carrion cyst, which exploded like a blooming flower of bloody death.

However, he had long avoided it, and Tris, who was standing at a distance, was not stained in the slightest, and he blinked vigorously, and a large number of tears washed away the sand, and two gray marks immediately flowed from the sides of his nose, and he was quickly wiped away.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the undisguised remains of the axe-wielding zombie, and suddenly rose like a tired bird returning to the forest, rushing into Aldrich's body.

Like a breeze, Tris didn't care, but the system was turned on in time, and skills such as pumpkin missiles were all unbanned, as if they had just been injected into the source of spellcasting, but he covered it up well.

"Approaching you, is it okay?" Freel was sent by the adventure party to test Wesley, who was close to the ghost, to see if anything had changed about him.

"The greedy fool who sins against our resting place will not be atoned for. ”

Turning his head, his eyes rolled white, his mouth opened slightly, he didn't open and close to speak, and his tone was cold and low like a dead spirit, which seemed to come from his abdomen, which startled Thorin and the others.

The zombies were easy to deal with, a possessed veteran, and the sharp sword, which made them unexpectedly run away from the cemetery.

"Just kidding!" Aldrich couldn't help laughing, calming down the strange atmosphere just now, and he didn't expect that the trick of fooling children would scare Thorin and the others.

"Whew!" Freel recovered as quickly as she approached, staring into Wesley's eyes as she approached, and seeing that there was indeed nothing abnormal, she gestured to her friends for safety, and then curiously asked what was going on?

"Ventriloquism!" Triss avoided the important and quietly deflected the subject, leading Friel in other irrelevant directions with his own rhythm.