Even with the magic lamp illumination, it is not easy to find the leader of the zombies in this vast and almost endless place. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But the road is step by step, no matter at any time, at least there can be no retreat in your heart.

A few unnoticed bouquets of flowers stood silently in his path, with bright red petals on the outside, and a circle of pink petals around the core. The green core looks beautiful, but dangerous spikes hide in the core, waiting to pierce the flesh of careless creatures.

Marcos blocked Maffeo, who looked at him strangely. "What's wrong?"

"You're almost going to be a skewer. Marcos pointed to the flowers.

"No kidding, Marcos, these are just ordinary flowers. Maffeo laughed, apparently not believing Marcos' words.

"Really? I don't think you will believe this guy without letting you see the danger. With that, Marcos slowly extended his left foot, which rested squarely above the core. For a moment, there was a distinctly audible screech in the core, and Marcos quickly retracted his foot. As his feet retracted, several sharp green thorns pierced out of the core, and with a ferocious momentum, they pounced on the air.

"See?" Marcos looked at the stunned Maffeo.

"Well, thank you so much, man, anyway, you saved me again. Maffeo said dumbfounded.

Marcos drew his knife and cleanly splashed the petals of the Screaming Grass in all directions, just like their names, and a scream came from the petals at the moment when they were slashed by the knife. "This creature is called Sorrowful Grass, be careful in the future, Maffeo meat skewers I don't think it will taste too good. Marcos teased.

"This kind of thing is really dangerous. Maffeo looked at the scattered petals.

A terrible scream sounded in front of the two of them, it was the voice inherent to the cat demon, so it was easy to distinguish between the two.

"I thought maybe I had found the owner of these flowers. Marcos threw a sword aura at the cat demon who was no different from an ordinary cat demon. As the sword qi hit it, a bunch of sorrowful grass slowly grew out of the ground.

"This kind of cat demon can grow this kind of flower?" said Maffeo, looking at the already grown bundle of Sorrowful Grass in amazement, its movements so fast.

"Ruhr, the gardener, looks no different from a normal cat demon, but the ability to grow Sorrow Grass is a characteristic of these guys. After Marcos finished speaking, he added another sword qi, and finally cut the gardener Ruer to pieces. At the same time, a bunch of Sorrow Grass slowly grew from its corpse.

"Well, what a headache monster. With his greatsword, Maffeo slashed the first bundle of Sorrow Grass, then nipped it in the bud before the second bundle could grow.

Marcos played with the pendant, and the faintly visible dark aura slowly flowed into the black substance of the pendant, and sure enough, as Norton said, the closer he got to the depths of the space, the stronger the dark aura became. Maffeo didn't know how Marcos was sure he was heading in the right direction, at least in his eyes, even if he stayed here for a day and a night, he would still be like a fly without a head, and everything here seemed so confusing.

The small black ball visible to the naked eye slowly floated towards the two of them, like a black hole, trying to devour anything it could see. The two of them immediately dodged, and they were hit by this small black ball without thinking about it, they must have been shattered. Maybe it won't be shattered, but it will just disappear, as if it never existed.

"I didn't expect these zombies to be magical. Marcos stared at the red zombies in front of him. Although there is only a difference in color, these red zombies are much more threatening than gray zombies.

"Be careful, Maffeo. Marcos instructed, then smeared a vial of Alicia's potion on the sword again.

Maffeo applied the potion, then cautiously approached the red zombies. They roared, and then swung their strange arms at Maffeo, who dodged the blow instead of resisting. Then he swung his great sword wrapped in white light, and a wonderful arc slashed through the zombie's body, just like the previous group of gray zombies, under the addition of the light attribute, it fell directly to the ground without a word.

A small black ball flew towards Maffeo again, who tried to dodge but accidentally bumped into a nearby fruit tree, and as he hit it, several blue wild strawberries fell from the tree. The black ball was getting closer and closer to him, and Maffeo escaped from its path almost in a doggy position. After dodging, he looked back, and the fruit tree had disappeared the moment it was touched by the black ball, which continued to move on as if it would never stop.

"There will be fruit trees in this damn place. Maffeo muttered quietly.

Marcos unleashed the Blade Soul Kazan, and it could be seen that he was a little annoyed as he dodged the black ball while defending against the swing. But now is the time for Maffeo, and all of the zombies are attracted to Marcos. Maffeo took the opportunity to get behind them, and with a few swings, everything was calm. And Kazan also gradually disappeared at this moment, it was obvious that the time for the formation had come, and the ghosts and gods that were summoned would not last long. The vanishing Kazan gave Maffeo a strange smile, though he didn't notice it.

The two who thought they had taken care of all the zombies became alert again under a slightly loud decibel roar, and a blood-red zombie appeared in front of the two. It has a more vivid red color than the hungry zombies, and its blood-red body seems to tell of the doom it has suffered.

"Do you see that? This guy is different from the guys before him. Marcos looked at it warily.

"You'd better keep an eye on our magic lamp. Maffeo looked at the magic lamp that began to stir around his waist, and it was now as if it had life.

"Well, looks like this guy must have something to do with these magic lamps. ”

It waved its hands at the two men, but the two who were about to dodge stopped, and they looked at the bloody hands that stopped in mid-air in amazement. The red zombie gradually lowered its hands, and it froze in place, muttering something incoherently, even though it sounded like a low roar to the two of them.

It held its rotting chest at the two of them, and it waved its bloody hand at them as if telling them to come over and free themselves.

"This guy still has a will. Marcos looked at it in amazement.

"What do you mean?" said Maffeo, still wary.

"Do you see it in action? Is it a signal that we have come to bring relief to it? ”

"Maybe......"

It was still waving its hands wildly, and from time to time it could roar. Marcos slowly walked in front of it, staring at Marcos with its blood-red pupils, and its eyes, which should have no emotion, flashed a hint of begging at this moment.

Marcos confirmed what it meant, and he stabbed the knife through its chest. It whimpered, and its body fell limply backwards as the knife was drawn.

A quill slipped out as it fell, and Marcos picked it up, and with the help of the glow of the magic lamp, a name on the feather caught his eye—Balzac. Marcos suddenly thought of the strange cabin, and he realized that the humble painting was most likely the work of this pen. Balzac is likely to be the name of this zombie when he was a human when he was alive, he strayed into this alien space and found the black magic crystal, he was besieged by zombies, and he fled to the cabin without any resistance. In order to keep the magic crystal from being lost, he placed it in the wall of the cabin, and then used the quills to draw a rudimentary picture, which Marcos guessed was probably due to the lack of time, so he did not draw it in detail.

"May death bring you peace, rest in peace. Marcos crouched down and closed Balzac's eyes, which had become a zombie.

"What are you doing, Marcos?" said Maffeo.

Marcos told Maffeo about his conjecture, and the latter was shocked when he heard it. Yes, it all seems so unbelievable.

"That strange cabin ......," Maffeo said again.

"I think it's probably the house where the elves of the Gran Forest lived. Marcos said his thoughts.

"Then that's really ......"

"Sad bad luck, isn't it?" said Marcos with a wry smile.

A large amount of dark aura suddenly appeared around the two of them at this moment, and the dark night pendant in Marcos's pocket began to absorb these substances frantically at this moment. A chill enveloped the two of them, and a terrifying roar was heard, as the zombies had always done.

The two looked at the source of the cold, a blue zombie.