"Grandpa Mom is back!"

Before he could get close to the village, the veteran Maum heard the excited screams of the children in the village.

It was like a heavenly sound, which made old Mom sweep away the exhaustion of the boat and car, and his whole body suddenly became infinitely energetic.

"Hahaha, boys, hurry up, don't go faster, those gluttonous dolls, I'm afraid they're going to swallow their tongues!"

"Hahaha......" The young men let out a hearty laugh when they heard the sound, and their steps suddenly became three points faster.

The goods on the shoulders and backs, at this moment, do not seem to be heavy.

As the young people stepped into the village, the old and weak women and children who had long been reminded by the screams of the children walked out of the house one after another, and surrounded them with excitement on their faces.

It was a cold winter, the cold wind was biting, and it was not easy to rush to the city.

For their entire village, far away from the town, it was even more difficult to drive the city.

However, the necessities of life always have to be exchanged and procured.

No, the village chief Mom specially took the young people in the village to exchange goods in the city with bacon and skins.

Unlike in previous years, worshipping the god of the Internet, everyone in the village practiced fighting skills, and some people learned simple magic, and the efficiency of hunting was greatly improved.

Bacon is hung on the beams of every house.

And that's not all.

A few months ago, the Imperial Mage sent someone to send winter mallow seeds, these seeds, good guy, just sprinkle them in the barren mountains and forests, and green stubble will emerge in a few days, and they can be picked in more than a month.

Pick a stubble, grow a stubble.

Everyone learns the recipes published on the Internet, chop the hollyhock and mix it with black grain flour, knead it into a lump, cook it on a high fire, sprinkle a little salt, and in the winter, snort and drink a big bowl, and the whole body immediately warms up, not to mention how comfortable the taste is.

If it is accompanied by a plate of bacon slices, tsk, then life is really not changed.

The abundance of food made the village finally willing to take the surplus bacon to the city in exchange for some good things.

"Oh, Aunt Lei, look, this piece of flower cloth is so beautiful!"

"But no, Old Man Mo, where did you buy it?"

"Hahaha, I see that people on the Internet say that Aunt Nina in Chengxi weaves the most beautiful and sturdy linen, I went to take a look, don't say it, it's really good. ”

"What a sharp boning knife!"

"Grandpa Mo, where is the maltose you said?"

"Here, here!"

The people in the village surrounded the goods carried back by the young people, and they judged their tastes, and everyone was full of happy smiles on their faces.

The skillful woman had already discussed what the cloth could do.

The little ones were holding maltose and chasing each other.

The older children, taking over the newly bought weapons from their parents, played with enthusiasm.

Mom looked at everyone's excitement, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He took out the expensive preserves he had bought from the goods, left the villagers, and walked to the center of the village.

A wooden house was built there.

The house is not big, only one.

The room was empty except for an elaborately carved shrine that stood opposite the door.

In front of the shrine, there is a desk.

Mom reverently knelt down on one knee, untied the mountain knife from his waist, and then placed the precious candied fruit on the table, and sang in a low voice:

"From the great being of the blue star, you are the master of language and words, you are the pioneer of the Internet, and under your protection, I will be connected with all beings. ”

Internet pages appeared in front of him, as always.

Mom smiled, the god of the Internet was really the most down-to-earth and hardworking god he had ever seen!

He was always there to get what he wanted.

I don't know, will he be tired of responding to countless people's Internet requests?

Thinking of this, Mohm laughed at his childish thoughts.

"Grandpa Mohm—"

A hysterical scream made Mom's smile suddenly stiffen, and he grabbed the mountain knife and rushed out.

Without waiting for him to ask, a scene in his field of vision made his pupils dilate, and goosebumps rose all over his body, from the head to the tail vertebrae!

I saw that on the elk forest, a light gate as high as more than ten zhang suddenly appeared.

The black vortex inside the light gate swirled, and huge bone dragons flew out of it and hovered around the light gate.

In the lower half of the light gate, countless skeletons, living corpses, lichs, and zombies swarmed out.

"Grandpa Mohm, that... What's that?"

The young men of the village rushed over with frightened faces.

Mohm stared blankly at the horrific scene in the distance, and only after a while did he roar hysterically:

"Run, run to the city, that's... That's the army of the gods!

Dead silence swept the audience.

All the villagers were collectively sluggish.

The next moment, chaos and screams descended on this border village!

Some people were stunned, looking at the teleportation array in the distance;

Some rushed to their homes in terror;

Someone shivered and shrank under the bed;

There are also people who are busy cleaning up the corners and softness;

There are even people who have no master, kneeling directly on the ground, praying to the master and the god of the Internet.

"Run, don't take anything, run, run into the city and be safe!"

"Bastard, run! It's too late, don't pack your things. ”

"Ron, run!"

Mom ran madly around the village, beckoning the villagers to flee.

But there are too many villagers, and at this moment, there is any reaction.

Someone can still run decisively;

But it's more about the reluctance to the homeland and the reluctance to the property.

For them, every scoop and stitch is a treasure, and there are so many things to pack here.

Mom looked at the army of the undead that was gradually gathering, gritted his teeth, and could only call out to the villagers and children who had gathered, and fled from the village in a hurry.

The cold air poured into the lungs, but it could not extinguish the burning heat of the lungs.

The crowd was running wildly, and because of the difference in strength, the villagers gradually formed a long line, scattered.

When Mom climbed up a mound with the young man and looked back, the horror and endless despair that pierced the bones of the marrow corroded everyone's hearts.

The blackened army of the undead rushed into the village, and in the blink of an eye, it surged out along the long line of fleeing people.

A massive bone dragon roared over the crowd's heads, spewing out a breath of intense pain and corrosion.

In the dark breath, the villagers wailed and scratched in despair, flesh and bones peeled away, and when the bones were exposed, a low-level skeleton soldier lit up the cold skull.

The sturdy body turned into a living corpse, opened its mouth with festering skin, and rushed to the family members who had escaped the breath!

"Mom—"

"Grandpa—"

The young men and children gathered around Mohm looked at the crowd in the distance and screamed hysterically.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"It's safe to run to the city!"

Mom frantically hugged the child who wanted to rush down to find his mother, held back his tears, and ran in the direction of the city.

It's been a long run!

His legs were as heavy as a thousand pounds, but Mohm had to lift them up with all his might, and take them forward, step after step.

From time to time, there are bone dragons in the air, tearing through the sky and roaring by!

I don't know if Mom and the others were too small, or if they had received new orders.

They didn't breathe, which made Mom and the others tremble in terror, but they didn't have a chance to tremble, because behind them were an army of undead scattered all over the mountains.

I don't know how long it took, but Mom and the others finally approached the city.

A pale blue magic shield resembling a thin porcelain bowl clasped upside down over the city.

At the edge of the magic shield, countless fleeing villagers banged on the light curtain in frenzy, screaming bitterly for the mage master to let them in.

"Let's go in, please!"

"Master Mage, I'm not going in, let my child go in, okay?"

A miserable wail pierced Mohm's heart like countless icicles.

Above the magic shield, bone dragons circled, and in the dark blue cavern, coldly waiting for the choice of the guardian of the city.

"How can this be?!How can it be like this!"

Mom stood beside the magic shield, stomping and wailing with tears streaming down his eyes.

The Guardian of the City seemed to hear Mom's wail, and the magic shield vanished.

Countless people who threw themselves on the magic shield stumbled and fell one by one.

But instead of scolding, everyone was overwhelmed by the thick ecstasy, and everyone rushed madly towards the city.

At this moment, the magic tower standing high in the center of the city suddenly burst into dazzling light.

Mom stared blankly at the light, and he could clearly see that the magic tower had fallen!

At this moment, the bone dragon hovering in the air, unafraid of the impact of the magic power of the collapse of the magic tower, rushed into the city, opened its fierce fangs and huge mouths, and filled every street with its corrosive breath.

Mom is like falling into an ice cave!

Countless people who fled were stupid and stunned.

Collapse, despair, sweep hearts.

After a while, Mom wiped away his tears, he pulled the kid Ron next to him, turned on the Internet, pointed to a saved picture and said, "This is Willis, run there, remember?"

Ron, who was only fourteen years old, nodded blankly.

Mom turned off the internet, took off the Internet ring, shoved it into Ron's hand, and roared hysterically, "Run!

Years of vindictive training made the kid Ron subconsciously grab the ring and instinctively run away.

As he ran, he suddenly reacted and looked back at Grandpa Mohm.

I saw the white-haired Grandpa Mom pull out the mountain knife that he had never thrown away when he fled for his life, and turned to face the army of the undead who were surging like a tide.

Veterans don't die.