Those hobbling walking corpses are not difficult to deal with. These things may have a terrifying appearance to the average person, but when you calm down, these untreated, decaying corpses are not very threatening, at least compared to the ghouls that are active near the cemetery. Their bodies are too fragile, too slow and stiff to act, and in fact, these walking corpses are not a threat at all.

You know, in order to make a good zombie soldier or similar skeleton soldier, the corpses that are used as raw materials must be carefully processed by professional craftsmen, and those corpses must be processed by them to repair all the hidden dangers that may affect their movement and combat, and finally soak them in an environment full of death to give them the characteristics of an undead. For example, a tough integument or a joint that can move without muscles. Obviously, although the enemies in the cemetery have occupied it for some time, they have focused most of their energy on the construction of the base and the infiltration of the Iron Fort, at least they have not had time to deal with the inhabitants of this cemetery like a regular corpse maker.

"If that necrophile saw these corpses, he would have complained about how many corpses were not respected. These guys can't even beat drunk kids. Raven looked around at the walking corpses and said to Cheese. Obviously, the mage's spell casting has gradually stabilized, at least he no longer needs to keep himself focused by chanting spells, which allows Cheese to sense some of the outside information and make limited responses.

"If that necrophile comes, we only need two zombies to storm this damn cemetery. His dolls are even more fearless than werewolves. This limited response obviously included language, and Cheese kept casting the spell while making a different sound than what he was reciting.

As they said, the lich apparently didn't intend to hold Cheese back with these useless walking corpses, and it didn't summon these things, but the rats that came with the walking corpses, and although there was no definite evidence, both Sander and Elsa were sure that these rats were the ones who had nearly killed him in the vampire's mansion in the first place. I don't know if it was a bad memory, but when Shander saw this group of mice, his body trembled unconsciously, as if he was afraid of them.

"Shhh...... Something isn't quite right with these rats. The Raven didn't know what he was feeling, he said suddenly. And his words seemed to remind the others, and with the exclamations of several people, they saw that in addition to the original hair, there seemed to be something similar to a beetle carapace on the body of those rats, and that thing looked very familiar, just like the blood armor on Shande's body!

The wolf let out a few low growls, and then Jack spoke.

"Mr. Sander, that, Grandma Louise asked you, uh, she asked you if those rats were your relatives?" Because Louise, who had turned into a giant wolf, was obviously unable to speak, the "monkey" could only speak with some embarrassment, as the only person present who could understand her roar.

The vampire didn't reply, but judging by the red eyes peeking out from under his black visor, he wasn't amused by the joke.

"Can anyone explain to me why a group of rats has the blood armor of the Black Blood Family?, has the world been crazy to this extent?" said the Cursed Crow, who didn't know about Sander being eaten by the rat colony before, looked at the carapace on the rats. Listening to the sorcerer's tone, he was quite difficult to accept this phenomenon.

"They almost ate Sander before. Cheese's voice came again, and although the mage had not seen the rats with his own eyes, it was not difficult for him to deduce what had happened from his companion's reactions and words. And the thing that can connect the rat to the black-blooded vampire is obviously the attack on Sander.

"That's great, I haven't heard of any rat in the world that can eat what they look like? The raven said it through gritted teeth. From a researcher's point of view, he would have liked to study the rats, but only if they could survive the apparently hungry swarm.

"Bright lights and flames, those rats should be afraid of these. Although he couldn't move, Cheese reminded him. It's just that he said it easily, in this case, neither the bright light nor the flame seems to be something that can be achieved overnight.

And with the mage's words, the first wave of attacks from the rat swarm began. The rats lying on the bodies of the walking corpses and on the branches of the surrounding trees took advantage of their height and shot like bullets from all directions. Mona and Elsa both have shields, although they are only small shields that are better than nothing, but this also allows them to rely on the area of the shield to knock out most of the rats close to them, correspondingly, in the face of these rat armies, the cursed crow and Jack are quite cramped, Sander still has a body of blood armor as a defense, but the wolfwalker and the spellmaster are helpless in the face of these rodents, the cursed crow has to activate the ring on his hand again and let the strong wind help him blow away the rats, but this will not last long. Jack grabbed the rats that had fallen on him one by one and threw them far away, but he only had two hands, and the rats would take a piece of Wolfwalker's flesh with them even if they were dragged up, and soon the blood spilled from Jack's body dyed his hair red.

But to say that the most embarrassed of the crowd is Louise, the giant wolf's huge body is destined to become the focus of the rat pack, and after turning into a giant wolf, Louise can't even use her hands to eliminate the rats on her body like Jack, these blood-devouring pinched teeth like crazy to burrow under the giant wolf's fur, looking at the posture they want to drill into Louise's body. The giant wolf could not bear the pain of being gnawed on his body, so he could only roll on the ground to say that the rats on his body had fallen, but the blood armor on the rats effectively absorbed the damage for them, and the rats that were thrown off only had to shake their heads and pounce on Louise again.

"Duck help me!" shouted loudly, and Cheese, who witnessed his companion gradually being overwhelmed by the rats, could no longer cast his spells with peace of mind, and he shifted his spells from the cemetery to the rats, but Cheese alone could not clearly and accurately release spells on those large and large targets. The mage's spells were so powerful that he didn't want to vaporize his companions with the rats. So he needed a cursed raven who was proficient in the curse to help him locate his target, and cursed spells that required precise targets were destined for the crow's ability to discern targets far beyond those of other spellcasters.

"Don't call me by that name!" Curse Raven flicked away a mouse with his hand, he knew what Cheese meant by calling him, and as fellow disciples, although the main body of competition between them was competitive, proper cooperation could still be done. The relationship between the two teachers and the same family makes the cooperation between the two much easier and tacit than others think.

Turning around and rushing to Cheese's side, the Cursed Crow held Cheese's right hand holding the wooden staff, so as to connect the two together, after a short period of adaptation, he began to pinpoint the location of the rats, the location method of the curse is obviously much more convenient than normal vision, the Curse Crow only needs to determine the scope of the spell and the size of the target to ensure that the spell hits, and what takes a lot of his energy is how to control the powerful spell prepared by Cheese to prevent it from spreading around.

"Alright!" After a few seconds, the crow's shout signaled to the mage that he had finished positioning.

"Then ...... Go!" Cheese shouted and unleashed the spell he had prepared for a long time.