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He hesitated, and eventually he gave up.

Hannibal's intention is obvious, send slaves to patrol, in case there is any danger, the death is also the lowliest slave, his own personal guards are not damaged, if there is really any irresistible force, referred to as force majeure, he can also sacrifice all the goblin musket team on the premise of retreating and escaping through the entrance.

The slave continued to move forward, and there was a door behind the guardhouse, and out of it was a corridor, and on the left side of the corridor were the staff quarters, Dining room and storeroom, after turning out piles of knives and forks and porcelain, he finally found that there were thousands of barrels of wine hidden in the storeroom, but the longer the wine is stored, the more mellow and rich the wine, this slave is a westerner, although Hannibal has enough meat, as long as he works hard, he never beats and scolds, but he is really not used to drinking the mare's milk wine in the wasteland, and he can no longer hold back the wine worm in his stomach at this moment, so he chirps, picks up a table knife, pokes a gap in the barrel, and drinks with his neck tilted、、、、、

Another slave twisted his eyebrows and kicked open the door of a three-story building, and then hurriedly retracted his head like a monkey, and only after finding that it was no different, did he poke out little by little, and in between the eyes was a small garden where a carriage was parked, this was actually a villa, and there was an open-air garden in the building, this was a carriage pulled by a horse, and there were four complete white bones of war horses in front of the carriage, which were actually standing in place, what happened here, the war horse died in place, without any fright, this carriage was obviously used by nobles, because it was plated with a layer of gold, except for the rust marks on the surface and various joints, the carriage was basically intact, maybe with a little repair, it can be used.

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The slave circled the carriage and the bones of the horse standing quietly in place three times, pouting and going up the spiral ladder to the third floor. There was a mechanical ladder that was manually pulled, and it seemed to work, but for safety, he still took the stairs.

In the middle is the most luxurious suite, which takes up half of the villa and is flanked by five bedrooms for visitors or servants. There is a complete study, a chess room, and even an indoor garden, but where are the people, not a single corpse is left.

Outside the chess and card room, the slave stood in front of the 10-meter dry indoor swimming pool and was stunned for several minutes.

Finally, there is a storage room under the bed in the master bedroom, where more than a dozen sets of plate armor are stored, which must be ancestral, and the family crest has rusted and nothing can be seen, but fortunately, it has been treated with anti-corrosion, and it is estimated that it can still be used under repair, and the slave walked forward for some distance, and finally found what he thought was the most valuable, two boxes of gold utensils and a box of jewelry, the value of which could not be estimated for the time being.

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After about half an hour, all 500 slaves returned to the rendezvous site, none of them died, only three of them accidentally fell while exploring the terrain and suffered minor abrasions.

They lined up in a row, looked at Hannibal with a happy face, and kept showing Hannibal the items in their hands, of course, the most of them were gold and jewelry, and one of the slaves was holding a doll with the same proportions as a normal woman's body, the doll was undressed, the body was hot, and all the organs were the same as the real ones (Lalala, Lala, ), and the appearance was lifelike, which should be made of rubber.

Hannibal squinted his eyes and hands behind his back, walked from left to right, and looked at them one by one.

Finally, he stopped in front of the slave with the nude doll: "This is、、"

The slave smiled lewdly, "It's called an inflatable doll、、、!"

"Oh、、、 good!

"Good!"

Hannibal raised his voice and added, patting the other man on the shoulder.

"Hehe、、、 I already blew it up for you just now, you can use it now!"

The slave pointed to the "blow-mouth" on the inflater's lower body with a flattering and obscene face.

"You don't have bad breath, do you!?"

"And why are you sweating profusely?"

Hannibal looked at the fine beads of sweat on the slave's forehead and cheeks, apparently having just done some kind of vigorous exercise.

"You just used it, didn't you?"

"Pull it down and cut it!"

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"Let me ask you a question, did you see a person or a person's body when you were patrolling around just now?"

Hannibal asked, pointing to the open space beside him, motioning for the slaves to pile up their treasures.

"Back to the prince!

"No, the furniture and other facilities are complete, but there is no figure in sight, not even a corpse!"

"This is probably a city that was slaughtered in the war, and the corpses are buried somewhere!"

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Hannibal sniffed: "This is impossible, even if it is a massacre, there will be survivors, it is impossible that there will be none, unless it is a plague, but the plague should also have corpses left??"

As if in response to Hannibal's words, there were several terrifying whispers from the sewer manhole cover used to drain the water on the ground, and more than 50 skeletons in various armor first raised their swords and shields in their hands, quickly crawled out, and rushed towards Hannibal and them desperately.

The armor they wore was torn, and one of the slaves quickly recognized it as the one he had seen in the guardhouse、、、

These 50 skeletons have a movement speed that does not belong to them, and they are killing forward, and the short swords in their hands are constantly slashing into the void, as if they are demonstrating.

Immediately after that, hundreds of underground manhole covers were placed outside, crawling out again, one by one zombies, their bodies were strictly corroded, and they were constantly dripping with some kind of miserable green liquid that made people sick to their stomachs. Most of the hands and feet are folded backwards, and only half of the skull remains.

Their clothes and cocos were all strange, presumably maintaining their pre-death characteristics, empty-handed, and their speed was obviously far worse than those skeletons, and they were pulled down a large distance.

"Enemy attack!" Stewart thrust a half-prized dagger of pure gold into the ground, drew his scimitar at his waist, and was about to rush forward to fight the shield-wielding skeletons. An extremely strange scene appeared, the 50 shield-wielding skeletons actually chose to quickly retreat face to back, allowing the zombie crowd behind them to move forward, and they hid in it and no longer showed their heads.

Qiang Qiang 、、、

500 scimitars unsheathed, 1000 muskets aimed at the stinking undead on the opposite side.

"Aim at their heads, they're unconscious, and now they're just acting with what little consciousness they have left, and destroying their brains is no different from a dead body!"

Hannibal crouched beside a pile of treasures, without raising his head, and said nonchalantly.

After the echoing gunshots rang out, the heads of nearly a thousand zombies were blown to pieces by the projectiles fired from the muskets, and their bodies quickly languished and fell to the ground, their movement speed was so slow that they were no different from living targets.

The rest of the barbarians, who also pounced on them, were cut off with a few cuts of their heads.

Stewart, who had pounced halfway through the way, was not happy and pouted: "Grandma's!

said like a sweeping aunt, dragging her own scimitar like a mop, and walked back lonely.

The grinding of flesh and stone walls sounded, and a pair of lifeless and empty eyes were revealed again.

Another batch of zombies rushed out of the sewer like ants, and Stewart was overjoyed, this time before anyone else could react.

Hannibal remembered that Marcus had told him that wherever there were a large number of undead creatures guarding the ruins, there were usually treasures stored in the city, so the more zombies came out, the happier he became, and he silently said in his heart: "More more, more!"

At the same time, he shouted at Stewart at the front of the group, "Stewart, take them back alive and make taxidermy on the ponies, don't kill them all!"

Stewart cut off the head of the last zombie that came out with a knife, and turned around and said, "It's late!"

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Hannibal kicked Stewart's ass and ordered the slaves to pick up the broken zombies and wrap them in kraft paper.

However, Hannibal soon found that his orders were more than enough, as the sewers began to pop up one by one, and the number of zombies increased each time、、、、

Bang bang、、、

When the goblins had wiped out half of the zombies, Hannibal saw that the entire city had become zombies, and because they hated bright places, they moved to the dark and damp place of the sewers. There were as many inhabitants as there were in this city, and now there are as many zombies as there are.

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