At this moment, dragon roars and... screams kept coming from the main city.
Ning Xia and Guo Ni carefully hid in some corners, found gaps, and after confirming that the surrounding area was safe enough, they quickly moved from one blind corner to another relatively hidden place.
Try not to reveal your figure to avoid being chased by hunters outside.
Facing a dragon whose strength was completely beyond the norm, neither of them had a chance to win. Even if his strength is increased ten times, he may not be a single enemy, let alone what he looks like now.
How things developed to this point begins half a day ago.
The shock brought by the dragon's roar was huge, and all the living dead in the area felt an instinctive fear, as if something terrible was about to happen immediately.
Everyone began to tense up, gather together, and grab flimsy weapons, hoping to protect themselves for a moment longer. Waiting for the moment of destiny.
But they didn't expect that the disaster would come so quickly and the scene would be so terrible that it would defeat them in the last moment of their consciousness.
Qin Mingfang's living dead were the first to cause trouble. They were kept in the dark and didn't even understand what happened.
It was an ordinary morning. Except for the earth-shattering roar of a dragon an hour ago, everything was no different from usual.
Especially for the living dead here, this strange phenomenon does not attract much attention from them.
This is the case in the world of cultivation. There may be something like the dragon's roar, or it may be the vision of a magic weapon or the celestial phenomenon of a strange treasure. The legendary dragon's roar could only make them wonder.
And as they are, neither dead nor alive, what do these things have to do with them? Just dawdling.
Since all the out-of-control zombies in the city were wiped out, the army's work has come to a standstill, and everyone seems to be left in the camp to fatten up.
The rebels will no longer be killed, the city will no longer be built, and the mines will no longer be mined. They spend the whole day transporting corpses and ore, and have nothing to do the rest of the time.
Of course, Qin Ming didn't care about the living dead, except for a very small number of people. They didn't care about the use of transporting corpses and ore, nor did they care about the fate of the main city, nor did they care about the group of rebels who seemed to be very arrogant.
Anyway, he just obeyed the arrangements very calmly and did whatever was arranged, like a robot. In Ningxia terms, it is a salty life, as long as you love it.
They don't even care why there are fewer and fewer companions around them.
The team in the camp was shrinking day by day, from one or two missing at the beginning to the entire team disappearing. But everyone was indifferent to the mysterious disappearance of their companions.
Those living dead who disappeared never appeared in their lives again.
No, maybe they had already discovered it. Because they are the ones responsible for transporting the bodies. Occasionally, they would find among the mountains of corpses what seemed to be a living dead they had known before, staring at the sky with almost out-of-frame eyes in a twisted and weird posture.
so what? They don't care at all.
It was only today, when they were truly faced with a terrible situation, that they found the desperate mood of their dead companions.
The first person to discover this was a soldier, and of course this was the last thing he encountered in this world.
On this day, he fetched water to the playground as usual, thinking of polishing the weapons that he had not used for a long time.
Although there are no soldiers outside for exercises now, City Lord Qin has not summoned them for a long time. Many living dead also began to become lazy, and gradually the place was abandoned.
But this little soldier likes to go outside for activities, do exercises, practice martial arts, and polish weapons... It seems that it is something unforgettable engraved in his bones.
It's like... it's like he has done this countless times before, no matter how hard it is, even though there is no trace of it in his memory.
He is a common, ordinary "local" living dead. Ever since he became conscious, he could not remember his past, and could only remember his life on this island. The only difference was whether his body instinct betrayed his soul and his strong subconscious mind.
On this day, as usual, he went outside to maintain his beloved personal weapon.
The Yan Ling Knife was his most beloved weapon. The knife he kept close to him after he woke up alone here, Yan Ling, was its name and the only thing he remembered.
This knife is very delicate and very humane. Sometimes when the soldier forgets to clean it, he will hear the other party roaring like a spoiled child.
After the soldier sharpened one side of the knife, he quickly turned over to the other side.
For some reason, Xiao Bing felt that the cold knife in his hand was trembling slightly, making an inexplicable buzzing sound that was getting louder and louder, as if it was giving a warning.
Xiao Bing didn't pay attention, thinking that the other party was showing off his temper, and patted the blade gently: "Be honest." He didn't even see the abrupt animal face on the blade before covering it with his palm.
He skillfully wiped away the newly turned blade, and the hideously distorted beast's face reflected by the curved surface appeared on the smooth and new blade. The slightly yellow copper bell-sized vertical pupil showed that it was not extraordinary. things.
The soldier's eyes widened and he touched the reflection tremblingly, not daring to move. The movement of Yan Ling Dao became louder and louder, as if it was warning its master of something.
At the last moment when darkness fell, he picked up the goose feather on the whetstone and closed his eyes.
This really hurts.
Someone in the camp made a sharp scream, revealing extreme pain and struggle, which finally attracted everyone's attention.
It doesn't matter if the living dead feel pain, but there are not many.
The army of living dead who were resting lazily in the camp slowly crawled out of the tent to take a closer look.
Of course, there are also many who are too lazy to move and don’t even want to move.
Screams came one after another, accompanied by the muffled sound of tearing and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The ultimate lazy person inside thought impatiently, what a bunch of idiots, they couldn't even do anything to those three-legged cat-like rebels, and they were beaten until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
Helpless, they still had to go out and clean up their mess.
This situation has occurred before. The bold group of guys in the west of the city tried to come here in twos and threes to fight guerrilla warfare. Because they had lost their cohesion a long time ago, they really took advantage of a lot of loopholes and lost a lot of their combat power.
It was the same this time, they thought it was a rebel operation.
A corps commander followed the soldiers from his team toward the outside of the tent.
But before he could see the enemy's true face, half of the soldier who was only an arm's length away from him was taken away by a flying shadow, leaving only his unresponsive body slowly leaning to the side.
In the captain's line of sight, he could clearly see the huge wound that was cut in half and the organs inside that had shrunk.
There wasn't a drop of blood, but his stomach twitched subconsciously. vomit--
what happened……
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