"Arise, my slave. The time has come to taste the blood. ”

The voice of the gray-robed man's words was filled with a strange magic power, which made everyone present suddenly feel a chill in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, and then they all saw the puzzled looks on each other's faces.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew for no apparent reason.

The village was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks.

The wind mixed with the dust in the sky blew everyone so crookedly that they couldn't open their eyes at all.

But in the next second, the wind stopped suddenly, just as it had come.

When the dust fell, everyone found that the scene in front of them gradually became clearer, and they saw that everyone around them was in a mess. On the clothes, the head was covered with a thick layer of dust, leaves, thatch...... and so on. Chapter 1060 Reward (Asking for a Monthly Pass)

Everyone looked down and examined their bodies again, and found that there seemed to be no loss at all except for the layer of dust.

They couldn't help but wonder: What the hell is going on? Why is the wind so evil?

Unbeknownst to everyone, in the swamp that surrounded this primitive village, the originally calm and rancid water suddenly began to fluctuate, like a big fish writhing in the sludge.

The black sludge and the yellow water turned up at the same time, and a black body slowly floated up in the boiling muddy water.

They are covered in sludge, and the sludge is still stuck to the dead branches and leaves, and the bodies under the rotten leaves and sludge are highly decomposed.

The skin and muscles were so smashed, even the face had rotted away, revealing the disgusting black-red carrion and miserable white bones underneath, and most of the eye sockets were only horrible hollows, and even those that still had eyeballs had come out and hung out of their sockets.

These monsters were like newborns, clumsily and slowly getting up from the muddy water, raising their heads and making unconscious sounds, slowly pulling out their feet from the swamp, twisting their bodies and slowly walking At this time, the slave catchers had already reacted.

These simple-minded, rude fellows with a 1060 character (asking for a monthly pass) have completely put what has just happened to the back of their minds, they stand in the clearing, tilt their heads, look at the gray-robed man suspended above their heads, point at him, and loudly curse vulgar and lowly swearing.

There were even some guys who took out their crossbows and shot at the gray-robed man. However, the crossbow arrows did not even touch the corners of the gray-robed man's clothes.

Since that guy can fly in the sky, it means that he is a mage.

If they had to get themselves, they wouldn't choose to fight against the mage, but at the same time, since they dared to join the slave catcher, who fed his conscience to the dog, gave birth to a son without an asshole, and had a promising career, he was naturally lawless.

Dare to deduct their money, no matter who the other party is, they dare to copy the guy and kill him.

The gray-robed man stood high in the sky, like a ruler of the world, looking down at the foul mouthed guys below like looking at a group of reptilian ants, not angry at all, but with a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Waiting for the good show that will be staged.

The slave hunters did not know that the catastrophe was coming, and they were still on the ground, pointing at the gray-robed man in the air, and scolding with their jumping feet.

At this moment, suddenly there was a strange sound from the swamp.

Low, muffled. The sound was like the groaning of a man in agony.

It's full of pain and despair of being tortured, and it sounds oppressive and terrifying. It's like a bucket of ice water poured on your head, making you feel cold to the bone.

An ominous omen swept over the minds of the slave catchers at the same time.

They all stopped and looked at each other for a moment.

The whole village was extremely quiet, and there was not a single sound.

They paused for a moment, and there was still silence all around.

They were about to catch their breath when they heard another strange sound.

The slave fighters all looked around nervously and said in a panic, "Did you hear that?"

"What's that?"

"There are quirks, everyone be careful. ”

The sound came from the depths of the shadowy rainforest, and nothing could be seen in the gloomy woods, but the voice grew clearer, "uh・・・・・・uh・・・・・・ the sound was like a lament for the last breath of a person before he was temporary.

Immediately, the sound of the animal "shivering" when it dripped into the water came.

The slave hunters could tell from the sound that a large herd of animals was slowly approaching from the swamp.

"We are surrounded~!"

"Ready to fight~!"

"Everyone, be careful......

The fear in the hearts of the slave hunters grew stronger and stronger, and they unconsciously gathered together, aiming their crossbow weapons at the jungle.

Under their nervous gaze, the rickety figure staggered, swaying its body and slowly emerging from the darkness of the jungle.

The slave catcher looked at the slowly approaching figure stupidly, and couldn't help but panic. Although the other party's movements were not fast, they instinctively realized the danger.

"It's ...... What the hell?"

"It's the Native slaves, kill them. ”

"Release the arrow, release the arrow quickly~!"

With a heart-rending cry, the slave catcher at the front raised his crossbow and shot an arrow at the black man in the forest.

The bolt landed on the shadow with a sound like hitting leather, and the bolt pierced deep into the shadow's body, leaving only one tail outside.

In the minds of the slave catchers, those who were severely injured by this would immediately fall to the ground and die.

But what happened to all the slave catchers dumbfounded, the man who had been struck by the arrow did not even shake a moment, and continued to walk clumsily through the swamp.

"What the is going on?" the slave catcher who released the arrows exclaimed loudly, and shouted in panic, "Shoot, shoot him for me, and I won't believe it."

He screamed loudly as he shook his hands as he reloaded his crossbow again. I was so nervous that I tried a few times before I succeeded.

At this time, the person on the other side was only ten paces away from him, and even against the wind, he could smell the stench coming from the other party.

Nervous, he hurriedly raised his crossbow arrow, aimed it at the man, and fired another arrow.

The others also hurriedly picked up their crossbows and shot wildly at the black shadow.

Under the fire of the sharp arrows, the man on the other side trembled like a swing.

When the arrows stopped, I saw that the man's chest was already densely filled with crossbow arrows.

Everyone didn't care about drawing their bows at this time, and they all looked at the person opposite fixedly.

Then I saw the man on the other side shake a few times, and finally 'poofed, and fell into the water with a bang.

The slave hunters couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: they can get it to death, it seems that the other party is not a monster~!

But before they could celebrate, the black shadow that had been shot down slowly stood up from the water again, and stood up stiffly like a wooden doll.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the slave hunters sank to the bottom.

"God of Light, what the hell is this?"

"Shoot, shoot, shoot hard. ”

As they shouted, more and more rotting natives flowed across the swamp, emerging from the thick jungle and slowly stepping onto the ground of the village.

Their ugly, disgusting mouths let out low moans and staggered towards the slave catchers.

The slave catchers were in turmoil.

They frantically pulled their bowstrings, nervously trembling their wrists, trembling and pressing their crossbow arrows, and then picked up their guns and shot them indiscriminately to the opposite side.

The number of decaying natives is increasing, and the front has already stepped into the small village, and the rainforest behind is densely packed with human figures moving forward, and crossbow arrows can hit the target at will.

But those arrows that were originally sharp and reliable, and could kill people with a single blow, seemed to be completely useless.

No matter how many arrows were shot, they were like stones thrown into a rushing stream, and they had disappeared without even splashing a wave.

Everyone looked at the things that slowly walked forward, and they couldn't help but be anxious and afraid, but they still didn't dare to stop.

Someone screamed while shooting, "Oh my God, what the hell is this~! Who will tell me what the hell is this......

"Zombie~!"

Suddenly, I don't know who, a flash of inspiration flashed in my head, and I screamed loudly: "The frightened and trembling voice shouted: "These people are zombies~!"

The crowd of slave hunters immediately stirred.

They retreated in panic, and some of them pulled their close-fitting crosses out of their necks, raised one hand into the air, and kept shouting, "God of Light bless, God of Light bless..."

This is not a thousand years ago, in the patriotic war of the year of Tongguò, people have accumulated quite a lot of experience.

Even a child knows that the best way to deal with zombies is a paladin and a priest. Alternatively, the mage's large-scale explosion has a considerable effect.

But this knowledge is of no use to these slave catchers at all.

Because how can these three types of people be willing to fall into the lowly industry of slave hunters?

At this time, those slave hunters raised their heads again, looked at the gray-robed man floating in the sky, and also came to their senses, and said, "Oh my God, he turned out to be a necromancer~!"

The gray-robed man let out a small "桀桀" voice in mid-air, and said with a mocking voice, "Didn't Angel sue you? Thank you for the cheap souls you have provided me. Without your hard work, the plans of our eternal people would not be able to be carried out.

Now, in order to reward you, so ...... Become one of us~!

Hahahaha...... Hahahaha~!" The gray-robed man laughed proudly, the piercing laughter was high-pitched and sharp, and the birds in the distance flew up in flocks and fled quickly.

The people around him turned pale with fright.

Someone said to himself in distraction, "Oh my God, what have we done?"

"What kind of deal did we make with the devil?"

A slave catcher was frightened, and the man seemed to be crazy, he threw down his weapon, hugged his head and shouted hysterically, "Ahh~!", and then turned and ran backwards.

Under his leadership, a group of people shouted and fled backwards.

The zombies turned into natives had moved more than a dozen feet away, and the other slave hunters trembled in their legs, but the professional training they received allowed them to resist the escape.

They threw down their crossbow arrows and drew their long knives - they didn't have the powerful attacks of paladins, priests, and magicians against zombies, but if they cut off their heads with knives, they would fall too.

In addition, previous examples have proved that with the right strategy, a soldier of one class can deal with at least twenty zombies, perhaps more.

Therefore, they were not too flustered, just brandished their weapons and stepped back.

At this time, a sharp scream came from behind, and the slave hunters couldn't help but tremble in their hearts and unconsciously looked back.

The man who had fled just now ran back in a frenzy, waving his arms meaninglessly as he ran, shouting, "We are surrounded." Surrounded~!"

"Oh my God, they ate people, old Vanna was eaten by them. ”

In fear, their voices became as sharp as women's.

The slave catcher at the front scanned the approaching native zombies, their terrifying and disgusting faces that made them sick to their stomachs and fear.

Some of them sobbed quietly, and some began to pray. Under this heavy surrounding, they no longer had a trace of otters, and at this moment, one of the small leaders gritted his teeth, showed a resolute expression on his face, and roared: "Damn, fight~!"

The damned bird is facing upwards, and it will not die for thousands of years.

If you want to live, fight your way out with Lao Tzu~!"

Then with a loud roar, he raised his sword and rushed towards the zombie horde.

"Can't wait for death, kill~!"

"The God of Light will bless us~!"

"Kill~!"

The slave catchers themselves were a gang of outlaws.

Led by him, the slave hunters, who knew that they were in a Jedi, suddenly burst into fanatical morale.

They risked their lives, shouted, and followed the little boss and rushed towards the zombies.

The slave catcher who rushed to the front shouted, and slashed down with all his sword aimed at the zombie in front of him.

The sharp sword split the zombie's brain, and the burst of yellow-black liquid splashed the slave catcher's face.

The zombie that had lost its head snapped and fell to the ground.

The frenzied slave catcher screamed "haha" and slashed the zombies on the ground with his sword until he almost chopped the zombies to pieces.

The slave catcher was covered with the minced flesh of zombies, screaming at the sky, encouraging the others: "See, they can kill them~!"

The spirit of the surrounding slave catchers was shocked, they were afraid of unknown monsters, but as long as they could be killed, they would have a way to live today.

The morale of the slave catchers suddenly increased, and they bravely rushed into the zombie crowd and slashed vigorously, all of which were tricks to dismember zombies.

The slow-moving zombies were no match for them, and the team of slave hunters quickly rushed into the swamp and tried to make their way deeper into the jungle to escape.

"Help me, help me..."

The slave catcher looked back and saw that one of his companions had been surrounded by a dense group of zombies because he had broken away from the large army.

He slashed desperately, but he couldn't stop the zombies from approaching, and the last sword was stuck in the bones of the zombies, and the zombies around him swarmed up, and he was instantly overwhelmed by the black figure, and there was a scream of tearing and tearing lungs.

But he didn't die immediately, and the screams rose louder and louder, irritating the slave hunters.

The slave catchers listened to it and fought harder against the approaching zombies.

But soon they felt that the zombies around them not only did not decrease, but killed more and more, and the zombies around them had formed an impenetrable human wall.

They yelled unwillingly, shouting slogans in their mouths, "Kill, kill, kill~!"

A slave catcher slashes a zombie with great force, but exposes his side, and the zombie pounces on top of him, crushing him to the ground.

Then she bit him in the face.

The slave catcher screamed and struggled to get up, and all the zombies around him instantly fell on top of him, gnawing at him.

The people around him didn't even dare to save him, and they didn't even dare to look at it more, so they could only run away in a hurry.

The gray-robed man flew in the air for a long time, smiling, watching the performance below with great interest, and seeing the slave catcher kill several zombies at a time with exquisite swordsmanship, the gray-robed man would also slap his hands in appreciation.

These slave hunters are either traitorous outlaws, or the officers and soldiers of the former Southern Army, and their skills are very good, otherwise they do not dare to go deep into the primeval jungle to capture indigenous slaves, this is a fatal hook, but there are still people who are constantly caught by zombies, and once they are caught by zombies, they will immediately be overwhelmed by bloodthirsty zombies, but they can't die for a while, they can only scream madly.

The gray-robed man listened to the screams below, and only felt extremely pleasant, he flew to the side of the fierce fighting slave catcher, and said with a smile: "Work hard, and work harder, you only need to kill sixty zombies each to survive." Hahaha......"

Like a cat teasing a mouse, he happily teased the slave catchers below.

The number of slave catchers is still slowly decreasing, and one or two unlucky ghosts are caught and injured each time in the onslaught of zombies.

The number of slave hunters who were still fighting was reduced from fifty to forty, and after ten minutes there were only thirty, and then the number decreased faster and faster, and after a few minutes there were only a few left.

Then, like the last waves, it was overwhelmed by black zombies・・・・・・

Seeing this, the gray-robed man couldn't help but shake his head rather disappointed.

Originally, he had thought that these people would hold on a little longer, so that he could take a closer look at the frightened, desperate expressions on their faces. But I didn't expect the other party to be wiped out in such a short time.

Immediately, he waved his staff, turned around and flew back to the village.

The zombies also followed the gray-robed man indifferently, and slowly walked towards the natives who were tied up on the ground - they also wanted to escape, but the slave hunters were quite dedicated, and the wires they tied were all unusually strong, so that they could not escape at all.

At this time, seeing the zombies slowly coming forward, the natives shouted loudly in horror, desperately picking at the wire tied to their hands, but it was difficult to move.

Watching the zombies gradually approach, some even collapsed to the ground in fright, and feces and urine flowed out.

Immediately, hordes of zombies rushed up, screamed and screamed, and fell on top of them, like a swarm of ants covering sugar cubes, and they were all overwhelmed in an instant・・・・・・

The gray-robed man didn't even look at the slaughter on the ground, but landed straight on the pyramid in the middle of the village.

Here, he has one more important thing to do. ！！！