A group of goblins came up in unison, watched Hannibal shake his powdered bag, shrugged his shoulders and motioned for Hannibal to give the next order, and two of the missing brains drew their daggers from their waists, and swooped down viciously.

"Uh、、、、、、"

"Don't stand stupid, stand in the back, and you!"

Hannibal angrily pointed to the goblins and slaves who were standing in the front row and had run out of ammunition, he didn't believe in the hand-to-hand combat ability of these dwarfs, it was still a question of whether their heads could reach the heads of these zombies, and the slaves Hannibal also let them hide behind.

Hiss、、、

Click!

Thousands of zombies continued to approach Hannibal little by little, many of their joints had been broken, and they walked with their hands and feet, which was very scary, like a four-legged spider.

"Shoot their heads, Stewart!"

Hannibal patted Stewart on the shoulder and pointed at the thousands of zombies slowly approaching on the opposite side.

"Big head or little head!?"

"Nonsense! Of course it's the big head, the little head is probably rotten a long time ago!"

"Oh, brothers, bow and arrow ready, aim at their big head! Hear clearly, it's big head, don't shoot me in the crotch!"

Due to the narrowness of the entrance, no one in the Stuart team carried a short bow, three pots with a total of more than 70 arrows, the range of the short bow is not as far as the long bow used by the nomads, but it can also reach about 90 meters!

500 Hannibal's diehards, holding the bow in his left hand, and holding the ends of four arrows with five fingers in his right hand, like a sophisticated instrument, he pulled the bow and shot it out in turn, and the whole process was smooth and smooth in one go. (I hope you've seen this kind of ejaculation)

The galloping arrows rubbed against the filthy air, shooting into the foreheads and jaws of the zombies, wiping out what little consciousness they had left in this world.

Filthy bodily fluids splattered, rotten teeth, eyeballs, and crumbling brains slowly spread to the ground almost.

But soon, a large number of zombies crawled out through the sewer entrance, and it seems that the city was once quite populated, at least a commercial center.

Hannibal continued to crouch beside the pile of treasures one by one, calculating how many slaves he could exchange for and how many weapons and livestock he could sell, when he suddenly dropped the woman in her hand and stood up and said abruptly: "Eh, where are the very nimble skeletons that appeared at the beginning?"

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Another round of arrow rain covered it, and when the quiver on Stewart's waist was shot two and a half times into the air, it was wiped out again, and the air in this already unventilated area still faintly exuded a faint green, a dangerous color.

However, at this time, the exits of those sewers finally stopped crawling out of the zombies, and for a time the entire ruined city was lonely and terrifying.

Hannibal pointed to the entrances to the sewers, smiled at the 500 slaves, and tilted his head in a gesture of please.

No one dared to move, they all pretended not to see Hannibal's orders, to be honest, these slaves fell into the hands of Hannibal, and they were not afraid of death, but human beings will instinctively have a fear of some unknown things, which can anger Stuart Hannibal's diehard devotees, Stewart's bloodshot eyes were stimulated by green gas, and he pulled out his knife with a strong black face, and strode towards those slaves who dared to question his master's orders, and more than ten firstborn warriors followed.

Seeing that Stewart was holding his neck high and looking fierce, he was about to slaughter these disobedient slaves like slaughtering his own cattle and sheep. They have developed the habit of having no living space and meaning in the wasteland for slaves who dare to disobey the orders of their masters、、、、

Stewart raised his scimitar: "Are you stupid enough not to understand the prince's orders??"

"Wait! Stewart!"

It was Hannibal who spoke.

After saying that, Hannibal lazily beckoned Stewart to come back.

"That's it, I'm the most democratic! I support you if you don't go down, let's vote!"

"Raise your hand if you don't agree to let the slaves go down first!"

As he spoke, Hannibal smiled and raised his right hand.

All 500 slaves subconsciously raised their hands!

"Okay, please put it down! Now, raise your hand in agreement to let the slaves take the lead!"

Stewart was the first to raise his hand, and the warriors of the eldest son group behind him shrugged their shoulders and raised their hands in a sparse manner.

The goblins standing in the middle looked at each other at a loss.

"Ahem,"

Hannibal coughed dryly, and Stewart glared at them again, the general high IQ of the goblin race is here, and the 1000 goblins raised their small arms in unison, and nodded and smiled at Hannibal.

Hannibal looked at the 500 slaves with a sneer: "Are you stupid? I'm playing with you a fake people-master!"

As he spoke, he showed his white teeth and pulled out the "ambitious gentleman" on his waist: "I have hemorrhoids recently, and I need to kill a creature to treat him, and if he doesn't go down, I'll take him under the knife! Hurry up!

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A wise man once said that the measure of a city's prosperity is to look at its sewer drainage system. (You can go to the Internet to read a post, Beijing's drainage system compared to London, Beijing is flooded as a matter of course)

It's like a sewer and an underground palace, with tens of thousands of marble columns, each two meters wide and four meters high (it seems that the Japanese drainage system is like this), and the floor is covered with one-meter-by-meter tiles, which are a little dilapidated and damp, but you can still see the grandeur of its past.

It was pitch black, and even with the torch in his hand, he could only see about 30 meters ahead.

500 dejected slaves were pushed forward by 1000 goblins with muskets that had run out of gunpowder against their waists.

On both sides are more than 50 scattered skeletons, which are the more than 50 skeletons and undead who rushed to the front at the beginning and then hid among the zombies.

Stewart was making a final entanglement with the last one, Hannibal ordered to live, Stewart's scimitar flipped over, shaved off its calf bones and arms, and was triumphantly bent down to tie up the immobile skeleton, when the root of the thigh was bitten by the opponent's only remaining movable bone, and the teeth were bitten、、、、

"It's 、、、"

The 500 slaves with torches in their hands were pushed and continued to walk forward, but after only walking about 300 meters, they were stunned one by one, no matter how many goblins kicked and beat them, they did not move a step ahead.

"Go, go, get out of the way!"

Hannibal violently pushed the two goblins away, then kicked the two slaves in front of him one by one.

"Hiss、、、 this is??"

In the eyes of everyone, it is a pyramid-like building, and the only difference from the pyramid is that its top is flat, not pointed, where a black cylindrical irregular object is suspended.

The light was too dim to see what it was, there was the thickness of a child's arm, and the others couldn't be seen half a meter long!

Hannibal nodded to himself: "It must be a 、、、, what do you say, treasure!"

As he spoke, he looked straight ahead and patted a slave beside him on the shoulder: "You girl, hurry up and take it off for me!"

The slave looked at the gloomy altar in the darkness, and then at the black holes on the left and right, swallowed hard, and walked out with his right leg trembling, and then took it back.

"Hey, why don't we vote once?"

Hannibal pulled out the "ambitious gentleman" from his waist and said to the slave with a smile.

"Forget it, prince, don't fool me, if you want me to die, you can say it!"

"You go up and help me take it down, and I'll restore your status as a free man if you're still alive!"

Hannibal patted the other man on the shoulder.

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"Lord Wang, they're back!"

Standing on the wall of the fortress, Jobs roared, and all the races around the fortress, men, women and children who bent over to work all looked at the front of the fortress with a sweaty face and a satisfied face.

Hannibal planned to be his second hidden base, and he didn't take all the daily necessities in it, and cleaned up the remnants of the zombies everywhere, and by the way, he swept the entire site again, and the gold and silver treasures 100 slaves each carried a small bag, and Hannibal would not estimate、、、、

"What the hell is this?"

Hannibal played with the half of the stake in his hand, this stake was the black cylinder that the slave took down from the altar in fear, the thickness of an adult's arm, it looked black because of the light problem and the distance, now Hannibal held it in his hand and looked at it up close and no different from an ordinary stump, with a smooth incision, a tree ring, a very natural curved arc, the outer side was the bark, and there was a fork, on which actually grew a small green leaf,

All the people working on both sides of the fortress bowed as Hannibal passed by him, and Hannibal smirked in response.

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On this trip to the ruins, Hannibal did not lose a single person, and wait, the one who blew up the inflatable doll and "used" it himself, and then dedicated it to Hannibal was cut down、、、

The heavy doors of the fortress made a tooth-wrenching sound of metal grinding against metal, and slowly opened, and Marcus was the first to greet him.

"What is this?"

Hannibal threw the half of the stake to Marcus.

Marcus panicked and cautiously took it in his hand: "Yes!

"Stewart, you're in charge of collecting the goods! and warehousing!"

"Yes!

"Little Joe, roll over to me, let me see how the injury is going!

"Eh, I'm here, village chief!"