Syllable!

Syllable!!

Syllable!!!

Dense and uniform footsteps echoed in the dense forest, and the terracotta warriors and horses with swords in hand and armor were like a shield, opening up the wind vividly.

In the distance, at the human outpost, a group of high-ranking mages watched nervously through the night.

"Do you want to make a move?"

"No, wait a minute."

"They don't seem to be aiming at us, so don't act rashly."

The horror of the undead has never been limited to the strength of the top combat power.

For humans, the flood of the undead is even more frightening.

Unless you pinch and explode the undead crystals hidden deep in the bodies of the undead, this existence is immortal.

After knocking them down, the undead don't know when they will suddenly burst out, and even several undead corpses are spliced together to form an even more strange and powerful existence.

And the dead human mage will also be transformed into an undead spirit the next night, killing more and more.

Boom Boom!

The footsteps grew louder and louder, and the sheer pressure overwhelmed several human mages.

The undead along the road turned their gaze around, and their eyes revealed a desire for living creatures.

"I'm going to kill them!"

A younger, high-ranking mage couldn't bear the torment of the dead silence, and was about to rush out with a roar, he would rather kill these guys to the death.

"Calm down!"

The companion grabbed him in time: "Their goal is not us, they must not provoke disputes, hold on!" Steady! ”

"!"

The young mage scolded.

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and there are many phantoms.

"Report!" The communications corps quickly ascended to the outpost lookout.

"Speak!"

"News has come from Outpost Five that the first batch of undead are attacking the Mountain Patrol Feather Demon!"

"Feathered Demon?"

Everyone was subconsciously stunned for a moment.

Since the abyss came, there has been constant friction with the surrounding demons, but there has never been any enmity with the feather demon clan soaring in the sky.

"Pick me up Wang Juntong, and stare these undead souls to death for me, every half an hour... No, a message every ten minutes! ”

"Yes!"

The undead only exist in the night.

It's not too late to think about why the undead have this question until the sun rises, now what they have to do is to defend and monitor!

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"The strength of the Mountain Patrol Feather Demon is not very strong, and they never take the initiative to attack when they encounter some outsiders, but constantly use this kind of cry and hovering around to signal to other Feather Demons around them.

The Nine Shadows Queen said, "By doing so, they will not only summon other Mountain Patrol Feather Demons, but also other more powerful demons. ”

A trace of disdain flashed in her beautiful eyes, what is the need for this kind of lowly group that will only rely on parasitizing the strong and wait for others to enjoy it and live with wreckage and meat residues?

The archers fired a volley, and then the Fleshmound Ghoul stepped forward to clear the way, speeding forward. Xu Fang ordered lightly.

Wearing a robe, he couldn't see the usual hanging, and there was undoubted majesty in his tone.

In front of him, there was a silver crystal mirror hanging in the air, which reflected the situation on the front line.

The kneeling figurines raised their heads, accompanied by a neat sound of slaughter, and their bows and arrows pointed at the sky in unison.

Whoosh!

A salvo.

The Mountain Patrol Feather Demon let out a terrible scream, and in the dense rain of arrows, they didn't even have room to dodge, so they could only be forced to fly upwards.

However, the wind above did not take pity on these fleeing weaklings, screaming and tearing their bodies apart!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Fleshmound ghouls rushed to the front of the line with heavy steps.

The mountains of the Qinling Mountains are particularly steep, and before they have gone to a deep place, the mountain road in front of them has become that kind of hanging mountain plank road.

On the inner side of the mountain is a thick and majestic mountain, and on the outside is a steep cliff and deep valley, and the howling wind is always blowing in your ears.

Some of the weaker creatures simply cannot survive in such a place, and can be blown under the cliff by the wind at any time.

Such a narrow path is also a big obstacle for the army of the undead.

The body of the flesh mound ghoul suddenly swelled out an innumerable number of bubbles.

The stout body also began to deform, and the liquid flowed down the cliff like a liquid, and then condensed.

The cliffs were widened.

The existence of the flesh mound ghoul is nothing more than a type of poor combat effectiveness in the eyes of the undead monarch, and can only be used to delay and defend.

But from Xu Fang's eyes, this is a natural sapper.

Pioneer, open the road in the mountains, and build bridges in the water!

After the Flesh Mound Ghouls, the rest of the legions sped up.

"戾~~~!!"

"戾~~~~!!"

On the high cliff, the surviving mountain patrol feather demon kept crying, and even used the wind to cast a few wind blades.

The Wind Blade has no effect on the army of the undead, and occasionally a few who fall will be picked up by the same kind behind them, and they will be spliced on themselves like Lego.

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"Report, Outpost Six has found traces of the army of the undead!"

"Report, the Mountain Patrol Feather Demon has been massacred!"

"Report..."

Outposts, reports of nervous front-line sentinels.

"Strengthen early warning to prevent a large-scale invasion of feathered demons!"

"Yes!"

The Mountain Patrol Feather Demon of the Qin Mountains is really a very disgusting creature.

Once the smell of blood spreads, it will drift ten kilometers away with the wind.

As long as they smell this smell, those feather demons will also fly here, and the feather demons are quite united in this regard.

Usually, when the soldiers encounter the Mountain Patrol Feather Demon, they can avoid it and try not to clash with each other.

But the undead are clearly undaunted by this.

The pitch-black flag was raised, and I don't know what kind of material it was, but it was still intact in the hunting wind.

"Woo ~~~~~~!!!!!!"

A high-pitched cry came from above.

Looking through a pine tree with its head sticking out, you can see a long-tailed creature hovering in the air covered in golden-blue feathers.

Their feathers are so supple that they don't look messy even when the wind blows, but they look like helmets with a golden-blue sheen.

The movement of the feathers is also quite special, and the neck to the slender tail just forms a very elegant curve.

Grand Commander, Golden Blue Hawks!

Sou!

Without waiting for the golden and blue eagle sparrow to attack, I saw several pot-bellied undead soar into the air like cannonballs, smashing in their direction.

The golden and blue eagle sparrow has a dexterous body and easily dodges the pot-bellied undead.

However, before they could taunt, they saw the big-bellied undead open its mouth in the face of the wind, only to see its belly getting bigger and bigger.

The big one is terrifying, so big that it's almost transparent.

Subsequently.

Boom————!!!

It exploded, and streams of sauce-like slime splashed everywhere, and the golden and blue eagle sparrows had nowhere to hide.

One by one, figures got up in the "sauce" and gnawed on the wings of the golden and blue eagle sparrows.

Undead!

Carrion!

They squirmed and gnawed, uprooting the beautiful fur of the golden and blue eagle finches.

The merciless wind raised the butcher's knife after the golden blue feather fell, and the golden and blue eagle sparrow suffered pain and had to land down.

On the ground, there are already terracotta warriors and horses waiting for the battle, long like snow and arrows like rain.

In the darkness of the night, the undead were silent, and only the terrible screams of demons could be heard.

All this, if you have to describe it in one word, it is... Assembly line.

It belongs to the assembly line of killing.

After a precise slaughter, the undead were not slowed down, but continued to move forward.

Outposts along the way, constantly reporting their tracks.

The entire Qinling Mountains have become a pot of porridge!

And according to the report, humans have also speculated about the whereabouts of the undead, and that is Xiling!

(End of chapter)