White Sun, Fort Earl of Snowcon.

The dusty wind swirled in the field, crashing into one numb standing figure after another, and they occasionally took two steps as a result, but most of the time they stood like that, without dreams or ego.

Several figures in the distance passed through their ranks, causing them to hesitantly raise their heads, but quickly lost interest when they looked at the bloodstains and smelled their kind.

Dressed in zombie clothes, the monks and monks walked into the castle one after another, and it was full of zombies like a wild place, and there were even quite a few elites, who were fixed at the entrance of the castle and the direction of the city wall to prevent the sudden arrival of exorcists.

He walked to the corner of the castle with zombie steps, dodging a group of zombies chasing rats, and only moved again when the ghost walking in the shadows confirmed the situation in the castle again and came back to report.

"The situation remains the same, you go to the castle, and I will deal with the necromancers scattered in the city, and then join you." Said as he passed by his uncle.

"Send me a signal after dealing with the front, otherwise I'm afraid they will open the door when they see the zombies." The uncle said and looked at the castle tower, "Sharp Wind is responsible for solving the above. ”

"Understood." Sharp Wind agreed, her bow and arrows were hidden in her clothes, which made her walk as uncomfortable as a pot, and it would be a relief for her to finish early.

He staggered past the zombies in the house and went upstairs lightly, and then met the necromancer who was the first to find himself, because he had been staring at the hallway.

"Guys, I found a zombie who walks strangely, and it seems to be about to evolve into an elite." The necromancer looked back, but the next moment he saw the shocked looks of his companions and the movement of reaching for the potion.

"Huh~" An invisible claw slashed in front of them, and the four heads fell directly to the ground, and the necromancer standing at the top of the stairs was about to roar, and his mouth was covered by an arm stretched out from behind.

"Gaba~" The necromancer's head turned to his back.

He put him aside and quickly touched the corpse, took out a special clay pot, and quickly scattered it at the four headless corpses, only to see that their flesh and blood were rapidly rotting after being drenched with black liquid, and they turned into rotting corpses in the blink of an eye.

"Wow~" The zombies near the smell of blood quickly went upstairs, and then stopped halfway, and the delicacy that attracted them disappeared.

After doing all this, he walked down the stairs and kicked all the zombies blocking the road, and the zombies who fell to the floor roared twice at him, but after seeing that he walked out without reacting, they seemed to forget the unpleasantness just now, and sniffed around the room blankly.

Leaving the house, he stood at the door, shook his hands, walked into the street with zombies, dodged the zombies that snatched the dead rats and bit each other, and then moved a street into the church.

The church occupied by the Necronomicon was completely desecrated, and the sage who entered the door couldn't help twitching when he looked at the sage statues on both sides who were replaced with skulls, and the skeletons of humans and cattle and sheep were put on them, and the completely disproportionate rabbit skeleton looked more King Kong than Barbie King Kong.

In the dim vision, he stepped on the red carpet and walked down the hall, but he didn't see a single zombie, and in a clearing in front of him was a variety of engravings like an art exhibition, and at the forefront of the exhibition, a necromancer turned his back to the artist, and when he walked over, he found that he was graffiti to the statue of the Virgin.

"How's my art level?" As if sensing someone behind him, the necromancer asked.

"Kindergarten level." He said.

The necromancer shook when he heard this, and he tried to give a loud warning, only to find that he could not move.

"Hey! Great painter, who are you talking to? A head poked out of the vault to look down, and then he saw the zombies standing side by side with the necromancer.

"Guys, I saw a normal zombie." The necromancer said.

"Oh yes, this city is full of zombies." Another voice roared.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

As soon as the second mage spoke, he sprang out into the distance, and in the afterglow crossbow arrows and clay pots slashed through the roof of the shed, and by the time he turned back, the painter had already received his lunch, and the corpse of the arrow was melting little by little, giving off an unpleasant sour smell.

"The door of the Hall of the Necromancy is sprinkled with the excrement of the lord's zombies, ordinary zombies don't dare to approach at all, boy, you made a mistake." Four necromancers wearing beast skull faces appeared on the vault, and they looked down at the Grim Reaper, "Don't be afraid, we'll send you to the Grim Reaper right away." ”

"I don't believe this, it should be that you enjoy the call of death."

He said with a gesture to the crossbow-wielding necromancer, and then the necromancer jumped off the vault in shock from his companions, and the thirty-four-meter-high vault was in a head-down position, just like a smartphone falling on the concrete floor, and the screen shattered.

"What's going on?" Listening to the clatter of broken neck bones and the sound of the ground snorting, the three necromancers couldn't help but retreat, and then one of them took two steps back and pounced forward, and jumped out as well.

"Hell! Protect your head! The companions shouted, and then began to smash the clay pot to the clay pot, and the flying clay pot was dodging left and right, and at this time, the necromancer who had not died on the ground screamed and crawled towards the clay with his shattered body, and then was corroded alive on the high-energy corrosive liquid that was all over the ground.

"What did we encounter?" The two necromancers looked at each other blankly, then jumped off one after the other.

"Click~"

"Bang!"

Standing at a distance as they watched their corpses fall to the ground, he carefully dodged the corrosive acid spreading beneath his feet, and then turned to leave.

Windmill Mill, the necromancer was silently twisted and his neck was broken, in the tavern hall, the necromancer holding the clay pot and bone teeth watched the wooden stick hit his head and couldn't move, on the city wall, the necromancers who looked at the beautiful scenery outside the city fell to the city one by one inexplicably, and in the vacant bakery, a group of high-level necromancers and elite zombies were pinched into meat sauce.

Covered in blood, he opened the door of the city hall, looked at the zombies surrounding him and couldn't help but look at himself, and then threw a section of intestines hanging on his shoulder into the distance, and the zombies instantly swarmed away.

He examined his body again, and then looked at the Earl's castle and saw that the tower was empty.

Rushing to the castle, he saw two skeletons that had been eaten at the door and were only wrapped in rags of black cloth, and he glanced at them and immediately entered the castle with the gate open.

As he entered the castle and searched the spiral ladder one by one, he heard screams coming from the room in front of him.

Rushing over, he ran to the door of the room, and saw the people in the house looking at this side with a wary face, and only quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was him.

"This is the last one?" When he walked into the room and asked, he saw the necromancer lying on the ground in front of him, the only old mage who was still alive had his hands cut off, and on the monk's side, a priest without a title had a dark belly and was almost corroded into two knots.

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