The war horses ridden by Williams and others were actually wild in the wasteland at the earliest, and they were born with 3-6 levels of physical fitness according to different bloodlines. When humans multiplied and grew in this land, they planned to capture and domesticate them and use them as vehicles and combat vehicles.

Thousands of years of domestication have made these originally extremely wild creatures docile and easy to control, even if they are whipped and slashed by the horse, they will not have any heart to resist.

Nature's fairness, these horses, which have lost their wild nature, have become weaker and weaker in physical fitness after generation after generation. Most horses only have a physical fitness of rank 1-2, and even the most pure-blooded war horses will never exceed the maximum limit of rank 3.

At the same time, it is also because of the loss of wildness, these originally clever and intelligent creatures have also lost their instinctive perception of dangerous things. After being driven, he rushed into the quagmire without stopping.

This quagmire with a radius of fifty meters, although it looks like it is full of slurry, seems to sink into it as soon as you step into it. However, when the war horse entered, the few people who were originally worried found that this quagmire did not hinder the running of the war horse at all.

"It doesn't make sense, how could it be?" Williams thought to himself suspiciously, and ran desperately towards the other side of the quagmire a few meters away, his heart full of anxiety and worry.

After carrying the injured Loren Grosfey onto his horse, Williams found that his friend was unconscious, and he had no time to take a closer look at his friend's injuries except for a small finger-thick hole in the back of his robe.

Except for the group of more than twenty people at the front of the team, the other professionals were far away, and there were undead howls and fighting sounds everywhere, especially there was a monster behind him that made a loud noise with every step, so they didn't hear Williams's U-turn order.

It wasn't until they rushed into the quagmire one after another that the Grove family professionals noticed that they were in a strange direction, some of them changed directions and followed, while the rest continued to go, as if they were ready to rush directly through the quagmire before making plans.

Seeing that he was about to completely pass through the mud, Williams had not had time to feel lucky, when suddenly the entire black pool of water tumbled violently, and hundreds of arms composed entirely of inky mud snorted from the ground ~ and jumped more than two meters high.

After a slight pause, each arm waved its long, narrow palm, as if attracted, and bent back towards the nearest living creature, and the seventy or eighty professionals who entered the quagmire, each of whom had five or six mud arms around him.

Each of these arms composed of unknown liquids has extremely strong adhesion, and the professionals who enter the quagmire area are more or less hugged by these arms, and the inky muddy water has a very terrible corrosive power, and each professional makes a sizzling sound like fried meat at the same time.

"Huh?"

"Oh my God!"

"What is this?!"

"Help, help!"

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The more than 20 professionals who followed Williams at the same time reacted accordingly in time because they were mentally prepared, and they jumped from their horses and flew from their mounts towards the periphery of the quagmire.

The mud arms that came out of the way flew into the air, wrapping around each of their mounts, and all but one at the end of the line who tried to use magic to fend off the mud arms jumped out of the quagmire and escaped from the terrible terrain intact.

The professionals who escaped the catastrophe heard the screams of their colleagues in the rear, and they didn't care about the dirt that they had covered their bodies as they rolled on the ground, and they all looked back to see what was going on. When they saw the tragic situation in the quagmire clearly, they all took a breath of cold air, and their faces showed expressions of fear and doubt.

As the screams continued, the professionals who entered the quagmire, whether they were warriors in heavy armor, thieves and rangers in inscribed leather armor, or mages with magic robes, were all trapped by mud arms that could not be shaken off or destroyed.

The difference in strength seemed to be completely meaningless, and even a berserker warrior who had reached the eleventh rank and immediately entered a berserk state after falling into the quagmire, could not break free from the many mud arms that seemed to be heard by the wind.

Despite his powerful combat power and exquisite weapon armor, this top-tier berserker still couldn't get him out of the quagmire, and his muddy arm was constantly severed and shattered, turning into droplets of water that drenched the Berserker's entire body.

The speed visible to the naked eye, the corrosive force of the mud devoured the armor on the berserker's body, and then devoured his skin, muscles and even bones, and after a while, this top-level powerhouse became almost like a skeleton, although he was not dead for the time being because of the berserk state, but it was no different from dying.

In comparison, the magic profession is much better, although they are still under attacks that are difficult to break free, but the existence of magic shields can allow them to last for a long time. Magic covers, magic shields, and magic protective films of different colors completely isolate the mud from the mage's body.

Except for a few poor insects who were panicked and confused, and were devoured by the mud before they could release their magic, most of the places where the magicians stood were covered in layers of mud, becoming black egg-like bumps of different sizes.

To the bewilderment of the survivors, the bodies of the workers and livestock who had lost their lives and fell into the mud were gently held by the mud arms and then slowly sank to the ground as if they had fallen into a pool of water.

It seems that this quagmire exists to swallow up dead creatures. And for those who are still alive, the depth of the mud is only one finger.

Because of the size of the team, the undead creatures in front of them are often killed by various professions in the team as soon as they show their desire to attack, and the numerical advantage is not only for the undead, but also for humans.

Along the way, there are constantly some professionals who join the fugitive team in order to increase their own safety factor. Rushing to this place from the periphery of the palace, in addition to the original one or two hundred people of the Grove family, the number of people who integrated into the large team reached more than four hundred.

And now Sassarian's blow not only seriously injured Loran Grofe, but also completely turned the numerical advantage of this fleeing team into a disadvantage.

(I had a cold last night.,It's been a busy day today.,There's no code to save the manuscript and there's a chapter for a while.,T0T)