The guard kicked the walking dead near him hard, only to see the walking dead flip on the ground a few times before getting up from the ground again.

The sword slashed at their bodies as if it were slashing against metal. The screams of the soldiers were incessant, reaching the ears of the guards: hoarse, terrible.

"What should I do?" asked the nearby guards in a small circle, guarding them in the middle.

The guards were also at a loss at this time, and it was the first time they had encountered such a scene.

The scalp tingles at the sight of those walking dead-like things!

"Grab one and see what it is!" said the guard, gritting his teeth.

The battle guards have been tempered on the battlefield, although they are very worried about the current situation, but fortunately, they have a large number of people, and after losing some people, they took advantage of their numerical advantage and divided into a small team of four or five people. With the strength of four or five people against a walking corpse, although you still can't win, you don't have to worry about your life!

Hearing the guard's order, several guards desperately restrained a walking dead and dragged him in front of the guard.

The guard stepped forward and asked, "Who are you, and why did you attack us?"

I asked a few times, but the walking dead on the ground didn't respond!

The guard was angry, looking at the expressionless walking dead in front of him was a kick!

This kick was full of anger in his heart, and naturally he used eighty percent of his strength.

Those guards holding down the walking dead are miserable.

Although they are all physically strong, after all, they have only practiced some basic punches and feet, and the most practiced on weekdays is formation and collective combat.

So with the angry kick of the guards, the guards and the bodies of the walking dead rolled out together.

And the guards themselves were like kicking on a boulder. The boulder was kicked away. But the pain in his feet almost made him breathless.

Enduring the sharp pain in his feet, the guards pretended to be casual and looked at the guards and the walking dead who flew out.

The Walking Dead became frightened and continued to attack the nearby soldiers.

And because those guards fell just now, two of them didn't react to being poisoned by the walking dead.

"Quick! get him arrested!" the guard said to a few of the guards beside him.

Immediately a few people went to pick it up, and everyone brought the walking dead to the guards again.

The guards didn't make a rash move this time. Instead, he crouched down and examined the face of the walking dead.

Legend has it that there is a skill called disguise on the rivers and lakes, wearing a human skin mask gives people a terrifying feeling, these people are expressionless, they must be wearing a human skin mask!

With this in mind, the guard slid his hand over the face of the walking corpse.

The tentacles are cold, without a trace of temperature. The guards were shocked in their hearts, could it be that these people were all dead people who had come out of the ground? Thinking of the dead people, the guards immediately shuddered. He swallowed and reached for the neck of the walking corpse.

Still not a trace of temperature, and more importantly, no pulsation!

Without pulsation, that's dead!

The guard stumbled backwards and sat on the ground, where did he still think of the pain in his feet, his two feet slid desperately on the ground, leaving flustered footprints, and his body retreated to a meter away with the help of the friction on the ground.

"What's wrong, my lord?" the guards asked, staring at the guards before they knew what was going on.

"Dead people, they are dead people!" the guard screamed and got up from the ground.

"Hurry, get out of here!" the guard ordered, shouting.

The guards were skeptical at first, but they tried the walking dead in the way of the guards, and immediately became dispossessed.

Suddenly, the three thousand guards followed the guards and fled.

The guard kicked the walking dead near him hard, only to see the walking dead flip on the ground a few times before getting up from the ground again.

The sword slashed at their bodies as if it were slashing against metal. The screams of the soldiers were incessant, reaching the ears of the guards: hoarse, terrible.

"What should I do?" asked the nearby guards in a small circle, guarding them in the middle.

The guards were also at a loss at this time, and it was the first time they had encountered such a scene.

The scalp tingles at the sight of those walking dead-like things!

"Grab one and see what it is!" said the guard, gritting his teeth.

The battle guards have been tempered on the battlefield, although they are very worried about the current situation, but fortunately, they have a large number of people, and after losing some people, they took advantage of their numerical advantage and divided into a small team of four or five people. With the strength of four or five people against a walking corpse, although you still can't win, you don't have to worry about your life!

Hearing the guard's order, several guards desperately restrained a walking dead and dragged him in front of the guard.

The guard stepped forward and asked, "Who are you, and why did you attack us?"

I asked a few times, but the walking dead on the ground didn't respond!

The guard was angry, looking at the expressionless walking dead in front of him was a kick!

This kick was full of anger in his heart, and naturally he used eighty percent of his strength.

Those guards holding down the walking dead are miserable.

Although they are all physically strong, after all, they have only practiced some basic punches and feet, and the most practiced on weekdays is formation and collective combat.

So with the angry kick of the guards, the guards and the bodies of the walking dead rolled out together.

And the guards themselves were like kicking on a boulder. The boulder was kicked away. But the pain in his feet almost made him breathless.

Enduring the sharp pain in his feet, the guards pretended to be casual and looked at the guards and the walking dead who flew out.

The Walking Dead became frightened and continued to attack the nearby soldiers.

And because those guards fell just now, two of them didn't react to being poisoned by the walking dead.

"Quick! get him arrested!" the guard said to a few of the guards beside him.

Immediately a few people went to pick it up, and everyone brought the walking dead to the guards again.

The guards didn't make a rash move this time. Instead, he crouched down and examined the face of the walking dead.

Legend has it that there is a skill called disguise on the rivers and lakes, wearing a human skin mask gives people a terrifying feeling, these people are expressionless, they must be wearing a human skin mask!

With this in mind, the guard slid his hand over the face of the walking corpse.

The tentacles are cold, without a trace of temperature. The guards were shocked in their hearts, could it be that these people were all dead people who had come out of the ground? Thinking of the dead people, the guards immediately shuddered. He swallowed and reached for the neck of the walking corpse.

Still not a trace of temperature, and more importantly, no pulsation! )