A sneaky figure entered the eyes of the big black horse, and the big black horse recklessly went up without saying a word. However, while recklessly going up, he grew a heart and opened the stepping swallow under his feet.

In an instant, an afterimage dragged out, and the big black horse riding on the rainbow rushed fiercely in front of the sneaky figure.

It's a zombie, he pounces on it, and then gets kicked away by the big black horse. The sternum shattered, spewing splinters of internal organs and slammed into a tree, and a cloud of snow slipped from the tree and covered him.

Then, more than a dozen fierce figures rushed out from around, the big black horse roared, a whirlwind-like turn, the hoof shadow splashed, in the brilliant light, more than a dozen fierce figures all flew out upside down, one of them fell to the place where the big black horse came, fell violently, and smashed into a pit, this is a trap.

The big black horse's pupils shrank slightly, and then he became even more angry. A dozen zombies were kicked away, half of them were no longer moving, and half were struggling to get up. The big black horse rushed over, kicked them all at the head, and finished them all.

At this time, Ghost Cry did not rush up, but rushed to the other side.

The ripples under the feet rippled in circles. This ripple has a range, the closer it gets, the clearer it gets, and the farther away it becomes, the blurrier it is, just like the line of sight.

Ten paces above the ground, and beyond the ground, there was no trace of a mouse-sized creature. A hundred steps away from the ground and ten steps away from the ground, the whereabouts of a single person cannot be detected. And when the ground is 1,000 steps away and the ground is 100 steps away, only some extremely large objects can be detected.

Now, about a hundred paces, Devil May Cry has spotted a large number of humanoid objects. They hid well, prostrate on the ground, behind a small dirt slope.

Originally, if they were scattered and motionless, it would be impossible for Devil Cry to detect them at such an extreme distance.

But unfortunately, they gathered together, which caught the attention of Devil Cry.

The ghost cried and screamed, "Big mouth!"

A dark shadow sprang out of the big black horse's back and rushed to Devil Cry, hovering around his waist.

Devil Cry nimbly climbed a tree, wrapping his legs around the trunk and leaving his hands free.

"Bows and arrows. ”

The huge iron-tired bow was spit out by the big mouth, and the ghost cry let one end of it against his abdomen, bent the bow hard, and after the string was finished, he took out an ordinary feathered arrow from the big mouth, bent the bow and took the arrow, and aimed at the sky.

With a thud, accompanied by a subtle and sharp sound of breaking through the air, a thin black line rushed into the sky, and when the sky reached its peak, it crossed an arc, and then fell suddenly.

Burst!

More than ninety years ahead, on a large tree on the left side of the small dirt slope, a trembling feathered arrow suddenly appeared.

Ghost Cry felt the cold wind, and knew in his heart that it was the wind that was causing his arrow to deviate from the target.

But it didn't matter, he followed up and pulled the second arrow out of the big mouth's mouth.

The arrow arced through the sky, and was about to sink behind the dirt slope, but unfortunately it was blocked by a branch, which broke, and the arrow swirled and fell into the snow with the branch.

Then came the third arrow, which sank precisely into the back of the dirt slope, and I don't know if it hit.

Then, Devil Cry's men kept going, and with the previous three arrows, a total of ten arrows were fired.

The tenth arrow was fired, and he took off the bowstring and shoved the longbow into the mouth of the big mouth.

Of the ten arrows, five of them hit the back of the dirt slope with precision. The rest were either blocked by tree trunks, or by branches, and one was off course.

This forest, even if it is bald, has many broken branches in the cold wind, and has been crushed by the snow, and it is very unfriendly to bows and arrows. Coupled with the fact that this cold wind does not affect the accuracy of the arrows all the time, Devil Cry can shoot this kind of result, which is enough to rank among the marksmen.

Of course, it's still a little worse than some talented perverted marksmen, but the difference is proficiency, because Devil May Cry itself is also very perverted.

These ten arrows clearly told this group of zombies that they found them.

When Ghost Cry jumped down from the tree, the zombies no longer hid their bodies, and all of them appeared, rushing towards Ghost Cry with great momentum.

The zombies themselves have no rules, and after rushing up in a swarm, some are slow, some are fast, and then quickly disjointed.

At the forefront was a zombie with long hair fluttering like a bamboo pole. He had a weapon in his hand, an iron sword, and it looked quite new.

He jumped and jumped, like a deer in the mountains, flexible and light, but when he jumped in front of Ghost Cry less than ten steps, he was hit in the head by a dart from Ghost Cry, and fell to the ground on his back in mid-air on the spot.

The second, fourth, and fourth were all red-eyed, and they were like rabid dogs, occasionally using their hands and feet, and roaring wildly and clinging to the ground.

The ghost cried up to meet them, and instantly drew his sword. First, he cut off the neck of the red-eyed one in the front, and his body sank to give way to the second red-eye, allowing it to fly overhead. Then he took half a step forward, pierced the chest of the third red eye with a knife, and pushed his shoulder on him, and quickly drew the knife with the help of force, and with a turn of his body, he slashed behind him. The red eye that had just jumped behind him just turned around and pounced, just in time for the knife of Ghost Cry, the ribs in his chest were instantly cut off, and his heart was directly split in two, Ghost Cry flashed to the side, and the red eye that pounced on him threw the third red eye to the ground.

Although the third red eye had been pierced through his chest, he was not dead, and pushed away the second dead red eye on his body, and got up and let out a fierce roar. However, Ghost Cry didn't pay any attention to him, and looked over his shoulder at the huge zombie behind him.

Bang!

The red-eyed roar was abruptly interrupted, and blood gushed from the wound on his chest, and the dark red blood exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Red-Eyes fell to the ground, dead this time.

All of this is in the calculation of Devil Cry, they are much better treated than those miscellaneous soldiers, and against those worse miscellaneous soldiers, Devil Cry is not even useful.

The zombie that rushed up after him was a very traditional zombie, the type that should be the artificial zombie of a thousand years ago, and it can be regarded as a failure of the immature technology of the artificial zombie in the early stage.

There is no wisdom to speak of, his hands and feet are stiff, his arms are stretched straight forward, and he can only move with one jump.

This kind of zombie has no merits at all except that it is hard enough and the corpse is venomous and ferocious.

It's really hard, it should be very old, otherwise it wouldn't be hard enough.

Devil Cry slashed at his chest with a clashing sound of gold and iron, and then, only a layer of flesh was split, revealing a metallic bone.

The knife edge buzzed and shook, the tiger's mouth was numb, and the ghost cried back half a step, his expression slightly stunned.

He felt that he was not cleaved at the flesh at all, but on a piece of stubborn iron in the form of a human, and even sparks burst out.

Such a degree of solidity can be compared to the old demon of Montenegro.

Ghost Cry suddenly remembered the description of Changle Gate in the materials he had read.

Changle Gate is a small sect, but there is also something at the bottom of the box, it is an ancient zombie, it is said to have thousands of years, although the behavior is stiff, but it is like a stubborn iron, the corpse is poisonous and ferocious, but it is invulnerable, and it can turn the injured people into zombies. This corpse is named Changle.

Because of the consistent tradition of raising corpses, this Changle is obviously the ancestor of Changle Gate.