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The zombie with rotten flesh is not afraid of slashing and chopping with knives and axes, and is completely desperate to pounce upwards with spears and sharp swords. The filthy and filthy claws frantically waved and scratched around, and when they caught the warrior, they tore down desperately. Even if it were to be pierced by a spear while fighting its skull, it would tear a large patch of flesh from a human before it died.

Fighting with such an undead, it is not terrible to die, what you are afraid of is being scratched and scratched!

Warriors who have been attacked by zombie claws and fangs, even if they are rescued, will be left with bruised wounds dripping with black blood. And after a quarter of an hour or two, the wounded warriors would become infected and festering, their eyes would gradually become bloodshot and red, and the whole person would become irritable and angry.

And half an hour later, the most terrible "corpse mutiny" will happen!

The wounded warrior's skin festered and rotted as he struggled, and a large amount of hair fell off his head, revealing the red-to-white flesh underneath. Even if the blood was already pouring all over the body, the corpse wouldn't feel the slightest pain. They kept pulling and tearing at the clothes and flesh on their bodies, and they didn't know how to stop scratching their bodies.

In a palpitating short period of time, the knuckles of the corpse's limbs bent and reversed, pulling out countless strands of flesh that were constantly waving and wriggling from the skin, and twisted them together heavily. Soon, a strange ghoul with unusually thick and strong limbs appeared in front of everyone, prostrate on the ground, his skin almost faded, revealing the crimson flesh underneath.

By the time the transformation was complete, the new ghouls had completely lost their memories and were left with only the instincts of the undead. Spit out their long, serpentine tongues, they leap nimbly to their feet, knocking them down to the incredulous gaze of their companions. Then there is the disgusting devouring behavior of the undead, which is often accompanied by the strange sound of biting flesh and the splash of blood.

It stands to reason that such a newborn ghoul is not worth mentioning in terms of combat power because it has not generated a tough cuticle like cowhide, nor has it evolved sharp claws that can tear through prey raw. Basically, two heavily armed warriors can easily kill it.

It is a pity that this is only possible in an absolutely rational analysis of combat power.

Witnessing the corpses of one's companions turn into undead spirits that are not like humans and ghosts is simply devastating for the psychological impact of human warriors. A terrifying undead with a familiar face on his face alone was enough to make most warriors unable to raise their swords again.

However, the harsh reality never gets better because of your momentary "kindness". When the first human to undergo a corpse transformation appeared, one after another, those warriors who had been scratched and scratched began to enter the corpse transformation process.

So, when the brave townspeople rush to the top of the city with bloody weapons, they are confronted not only by the constant influx of zombie skeleton ghouls, but also by the zombie mutants who staggered to their feet.

Growling, roaring, chopping, splashing, scratching, screaming......

All kinds of strange sounds filled the world, so that all the human warriors above the city could not bear to hear it, but they could only fight in the bloody storm. And from time to time, the necromancer hiding in the crowd of corpses under the city will also cast a "death cloud spell" or "rotten sac blast" in the most fierce place where the battle is most fierce at the head of the city, bringing the largest and most direct casualties to the defenders of the city.

In many cases, the lack of defensive strength at the head of the city forced the town to mobilize its young and strong residents to fill the vacancy. Without sufficiently sophisticated weapons and strong enough armor, when the most elite group of city guards died in battle, the follow-up inhabitants of the small city could only use their bodies and flesh to block the advance of the undead.

At this critical juncture, some of the women and old people who stayed behind bravely picked up wooden sticks and rice forks and rushed forward, while some psychologically fragile women had already picked up their children and wept bitterly.

The town has already presented the most tragic and bleak scene before its destruction!

However, at such a tense and urgent juncture, the tide of undead corpses that had already poured into the city to drive the residents of the small city step by step off the city wall suddenly and unexpectedly stopped.

The ugly zombies, ragged and hobbling around, looked around in confusion, and then turned over and jumped off the city under an invisible command. Not only zombies, but even skeletons, ghouls, and newly mutated living corpses jumped off the city one after another, disappearing from the sight of the residents of the small town.

Immediately, the outside of the walled city resounded with the gut-itching sound of zombie howls and some strange noises.

The townspeople, covered in blood and carrying all sorts of strange weapons, exchanged frightened glances with each other, and lost the courage to climb up to get a glimpse. In the end, the youngest son of Thomas, the nimble and daring blacksmith of the city, crept up to the top of the city with both hands and feet, and looked out through the battlements.

The people in the city couldn't help but hold their breath, lest their breathing was too heavy and disturb the terrifying demons outside the city.

"The undead are fighting!" Little Thomas turned over and shouted, "Come and see!" The undead are fighting on their own! ”

The inhabitants of the small town, tormented by their curiosity, rushed to the city and poked their heads out to look out.

Sure enough, the tide of undead corpses outside the city started on their own!

In fact, to be serious, it should be one wave of zombies attacking another wave of zombies.

It can be seen that the attacking side is a wave of zombie groups later. They are all rough and thick-skinned, and the rotten flesh on their bodies is as hard as tough cowhide, and ordinary swords cannot cut at all. In addition, these later zombies were all tall and strong, almost one or two heads taller than the zombies under the city walls, and they were also much stronger.

The number of zombies rushing up from behind the siege zombies was just over 1,000, and the size of the corpse pack was inferior to that of the zombies driven by the necromancer. However, they were tall and strong, and their strength was infinite, and they gathered together and desperately sprinted towards the core of the necromancer zombie group, and in an instant, the zombie group was torn apart and collapsed.

Zombies mix into zombies, zombies fight zombies......

For a while, outsiders couldn't clearly tell which zombie belonged to which side from the lump of flesh that was stirred up!

However, outsiders can't tell the difference, but the two "people" involved are very clear.

The necromancer, who was hiding in the densest part of the undead corpse tide, roared angrily and cursed viciously at the group of latecomers. He knew very well in his heart that this must be a zombie horde on the side of the cemetery.

Now that the enemy has come to the door, he can only fight.

Under the inspiration of his invisible spirit, the tide of corpses that had already attacked the city began to slowly turn back, and the zombies that were crowded under the city wall and stacked into a mountain of corpses also withdrew one after another. With the number of corpses far exceeding the opponent's, the corpse tide commanded by the necromancer turned over and charged, and had the posture of swallowing the corpses that followed.

It's a pity that the quantity is enough, but the quality is very different.

The cemetery zombies surrounded by layers of corpses waved their iron arms vigorously, and each swing could dent and burst the chest of the "same kind" in front of them. The undead zombies' hard scratching and biting could only leave white marks on the tough skin of the cemetery zombies, and they could not damage them at all.

The civil war between zombies is indeed sluggish.

Although the cemetery zombies occupy the advantage of rank and quality, they want to massacre the undead zombies who are also meat shield troops, and the action efficiency is still outrageously slow. On average, a Graveyard zombie needs two to three rammed with all its might to smash an opponent's head and destroy its soul fire.

Unable to bear it anymore, a particularly tall and terrifying figure appeared behind the corpses in the cemetery.

From the general outline of his face, he can vaguely identify the appearance of the corpse king, but his "body" has changed completely differently. The position of the arms and lower limbs is no longer the same as before, but has changed into thick and powerful fleshy tentacles. The tip of the fleshy tentacles was splitting out more dense and constantly waving whiskers and thorns, and the Corpse King's attacks and walks completely relied on these whiskers.

Like an eight-clawed octopus that keeps squirming forward, its thick fleshy tentacles firmly grasp the opposite side, pulling the corpse king forward. And the hundreds of thorn-like tentacles of the corpse king's arm continued to pierce the periphery, flexibly and powerfully piercing the eyes, ears, mouths and noses of the undead zombies, easily extinguishing the soul fire in their hard skulls.

These fleshy tentacles sometimes twisted together to form a fleshy whip two to three meters long, and with a howling wind, the flesh of the zombies in front of the corpse king was blurred, and the body was thrown away. Sometimes, they diverge into hundreds of nimble spines that roam the surrounding zombie hordes, piercing through the zombies' cloudy and gray eyeballs, leaving behind two bloody holes dripping with black blood and gray.

Between the division and the merger, the gathering and dispersion are impermanent, but they are very efficient.

The Corpse King is like a roaring giant, and the zombies around him can't stop him at all, but in his strange and inexplicable attack, a large number of people fall to the ground and die.

With the leader's powerful opening, the iron-clad zombies in the cemetery became even more excited and furious, chasing after the corpse king, tearing the gap of the undead corpse tide even greater.

The necromancer hiding in the shadows was even angrier.

Under his silent mobilization, hundreds of nimble and agile ghouls pounced from all over the corpse tide, trampling on the body of the zombie and rushing towards the killing corpse king. And in the shadows, dozens of sinister ghosts and ghosts cover 4 vampires from the side.

A dozen corpse witches, dressed in rags and thin like skeletons, but carrying a staff of white bones in their hands, also emerged. They continue to pour bone spears and bone spurs at the Corpse King at the craziest speed, and from time to time detonate the zombies around the Corpse King.

For a moment, the roaring corpse king was blown up by the continuous magic attacks. But when he tried to rush in front of these corpse witches and smash them, more and more dense undead charges entangled him in place.

As a result, despite the constant roar of anger from the Corpse King, he could only be sadly fixed in place and beaten instead of being able to clear out the Corpse Witch who posed the greatest threat to him in advance.

However, despite the roar of the Corpse King's beating, there was no pause in his hands. Every undead who rushed within ten meters of him was crushed to pieces by its vagary, thick tentacles. Therefore, the scene evolved into a confrontation.

Now it's up to the undead corpse witches to defeat the Corpse King in advance, or the Corpse King to consume this group of charging undead in advance, and then sweep the corpse tide.

Faced with such a scene, the necromancer behind the invisible curtain finally couldn't help but take action.

A hidden ray of magic mingled with the endless corpse witch attacks and flew towards the corpse king who was wielding his tentacles fiercely.

"Necromancy".

And at the moment when the necromancer made a move, the pair of green soul flames of the corpse king, who had been on the defensive streak, suddenly lit up, and turned his head to lock the location where the magic ray appeared.

"Found you!"