"And that zombie, yes, it's you! You can't speak, just shut up Lao Tzu!!!, I'm fucking you!!!" Roger pointed at Zombie D with his wand and scolded loudly: "Eat me a shot of **mystery.

Zombie D was exhausted and put his hands on his knees, panting loudly, completely unaware that a cylindrical cone of earth quietly rose from the ground and inserted it into its upturned thighs with precision and speed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh oh!!" Zombie D's entire body was pushed up by a thick earth cone, not because the chrysanthemum was exploded, but because of a moment of panic. With its wildly waving hands, it even slapped the head of a stout zombie next to it to the ground.

Another zombie picked it up and threw it back: "Hey, your head is off." ”

"Thank you. The stout zombie reached out and grabbed his head, and casually attached it to it.

"......" Roger finally understood what it was like to see him pull his head off his neck at this time...

There is a little bit of helplessness, a little bit of annoyance, and a little bit of the idea of cutting the other party with your own hands...

At least that's how Roger feels now! So...

"Burn!"

A dark red flame wrapped around the stout zombie that had lost its head, and then, as if it had touched fuel, the flames grew larger and covered the stout zombie's body, making it burn like an oversized torch in the graveyard.

"Ahhhhh!!h

The zombie horde immediately stirred up and hurriedly moved away from it. Such a heart-wrenching roar is unimaginable for zombies, and at this point, no damage can cause the slightest pain or pain...

You can see, you can hear, you can speak, but the rest of the senses such as touch and taste are gone.

After just a dozen seconds, the stout zombie's body and the ground under his feet were charred black, the 'fuel' was about to run out, and the fire began to slowly spread from the charred corpse to the surroundings, like pouring a basin of burning water on the ground, and the 'water traces' spread outward in a circle.

Roger flicked his wand, and the unraveling of the fire spell crushed the dark red flames and extinguished them in the air. The diffusion of the genuine fire spell is still very strong.

The stout zombie's painful wails had stopped at some point, and after the flames were extinguished, they were standing motionless in the posture of the horn of pain, and black ashes were constantly floating up.

Roger controlled a small pebble on the ground and slammed into its body, and the sculpture of the stout zombie's corpse instantly collapsed, raising a cloud of black dust.

In terms of the amount of damage caused in the same period of time, the lethality of the genuine Fire Spell is much lower than Roger's own magic modification of the '360° Fire Wall Without Dead Corners'... But one of the two is continuous killing, and the other is instantaneous killing, the 'Fire Wall Technique' will be wiped out after being swept away, and the Powerful Fire Spell will not stop without burning you. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

After all, when it really came to the battlefield or something, a powerful fire spell was thrown down and the attention was diverted, and if the fierce fire spell burned and slowly grew stronger, it would be a lot of fun.

The fleeting 'Wall of Fire' was magically modified for this reason... Pull it down after throwing it, worry-free!

Looking at this group of restless zombies, Roger's wand pointed at the few zombies who wanted to sneak around and run away when the situation was not right, and the fire curse was lit one by one, and the screams were instantly raised one after another.

"Whoever wants to run can continue to try..."The boy spread his palms comfortably, and when he was in a bad mood, he had to have a punching bag.

Except for Zombie D, who was slowly straightening up from the cylindrical cone, one of the remaining zombies counted as one, and none of them dared to move again.

Roger nodded with satisfaction, extinguished the fire curse that had burned the fleeing zombies, and beckoned back: "Now, give you ten seconds to shoot vertically in two columns...... Very good~ I returned to the tombstone that you surrounded me before, during which anyone dared to move except walking... Hey, hey, hey... You know what I do..."

The zombies lined up in two long lines like elementary school students, walking forward quietly and in a regular manner, and Roger walked in the middle of the line like a director of discipline with his hands behind his back, looking back from time to time to see if there was any sneaking away.

The zombies were still quite funny, and Roger didn't want to kill them so quickly, and being able to talk means being able to communicate, so maybe they would know something about tonight's situation.

Caroline and Hermione were not idle during this time, gathering together the zombies that Hermione had petrified and tied up with magic and piling them on the side of the road, far away from what at first glance looked like a field corpse dumping site.

The two girls were surprised to see so many zombies brought back by Roger.

"So much? It's not like you can do it... I thought you had been around for so long, killing zombies one by one. Glancing at the number, Hermione said in surprise.

"Oh, how cute these ugly and cute little things are..."Roger smiled and played a dumb riddle: "How can I be willing to slaughter them all?"

"Moe?... If it doesn't work, I don't believe you'll keep them. Hermione crossed her arms and sneered, then said unusually definitely, "Say, it shouldn't be enough to understand the situation." ”

"These two-barred corpses are of a lot of use...", Roger sprinted a kick on the ass of D, the slowest zombie at the end of the group, and said casually, "The basic thing is, there is no cheaper labor than them." ”

"Labor?"

"Yes, hard and simple, hard-working, just working and not eating, this kind of wisdom can accompany people to chat and relieve boredom... What a good slave, where do you find it in this society?" Roger shook his head and sighed, "Even if you are afraid of danger, you can pull out all your teeth, chop off your arms, put on a climbing plow, and sell them on small farms as cattle... A corpse is multi-purpose, and there is nothing better than this. ”

"They don't have to eat, the legendary human flesh perpetual motion machine!" Caroline also circled around the zombies twice in surprise, "But if you want to sell it for money, you still need to pack it... Otherwise, I've seen enough of this disgusting appearance, and someone wants to..."

Roger Mo rubbed his chin twice and said with a wicked smile, "Don't we still have an antique sailboat? Hey! Ghost boat on the Thames... It's going to be fun!"