After eliminating the living dead who rushed into the hall and arranging for the only seriously wounded to be transported away, Iron Slag had a thought, and the scout ants lurking around immediately flapped their wings and flew into the power room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info They flew low in the air, crawling on the equipment, and soon fed back into the iron slag's mind.

Through the thick stone walls, Iron Slag vaguely "saw" a group of living dead gathered together, about twenty or so. He didn't dare to lure them with soldier ants, because Alva had said that the living dead would act collectively and move their whole body with one shot.

A few minutes later, the iron slag returned to the hall and informed Alva of the situation in the power generation room.

"Blow them up." The Black Pig King on the side suggested in a rough voice.

"No...... No way. Alva hurriedly waved his hand and explained. Although the hearing of the living dead is limited, if there is a large-scale explosion, the living dead in the lower levels will be alarmed and rush up to the sound of the sound. Not to mention whether they can deal with the living dead in the entire shelter at once, if the explosion causes a landslide, the rescue operation will immediately turn into a pit operation......

"What then? We're running out of bullets. The Black Pig King asked with his hands on his chest and a frown. In order to kill a few living dead just now, each of them had at least five rounds of shooting, and if they had spent more ammunition on this, I am afraid that it would not be long before they would have to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

"Let's take one step at a time." Iron slag quickly made a decision. He then arranged the formation of the crowd and lured the living dead out of the hall, then used the open terrain and speed advantage to consume them.

After cleaning the power room, Alva immediately took a few members of the team with knowledge of electricity to go in and overhaul the generator set and try to start it.

In the meantime, the iron slag came to the entrance of the staircase. It was a stone staircase that spiraled downward, and under his control, the ant sloped down like flowing water, flowing deep into the earth. In the silence, thousands of tiny knots gently hit the stone surface, making a soft "rustling ......".

He left fifty of them on each floor, burrowing into the crevices, and the rest went deeper. However, his actions were quickly thwarted. The staircase between the third and fourth floors collapsed, making it impossible for the colony to pass through. Immediately afterwards, a soldier ant wandering on the third floor found that the elevator entrance had been forcibly pried open, so Iron Slag mobilized the ant colony and went down the elevator shaft on the third floor. But as soon as the ant colony came out of the elevator on the fourth floor, it encountered a large number of living dead. They were stunned at the elevator entrance on the fourth floor, and as soon as more than 50 soldiers of the iron slag poured out, they were surrounded and killed.

Luckily, a few ant ants escaped the slap of the living dead and flew up to the ceiling. Through their view, they can see that the exit of the elevator is a narrow passageway, about the width of five to six adults walking side by side. At a glance, the passage was crowded with the living dead, densely packed, at least fifty or so. But this is not the most amazing, if you look closely, you can see that one of the living dead is particularly tall and stout, it is about three meters tall, and its head is up to the ceiling, so it can only lie on its back. According to Alva's introduction, this is supposed to be the leader of the living dead, commonly known as the "Corpse King", with a certain IQ. The living dead generally gather around it and act in unison with it.

At the end of one side of the passage was the dining room, and at the other end was a closed metal door to which most of the living dead were facing, as if there was something in it that interested them.

Iron Slag commanded the soldiers on the ceiling to creep in, trying to find a gap to the back of the metal door. Suddenly, several black shadows jumped up from nowhere. Sensing the abnormal flow of air, the creeping ant suddenly raised its tentacles and flew up alertly. But before it flew half a meter, it was grabbed by a black hand that appeared in the sky!

"Squeak!" In the next second, it let out a scream before it was crushed to pieces by the dense teeth.

Iron Slag felt a pain in his brain, and couldn't help frowning, these agile little things, commonly known as "corpse monkeys", are another variant of the living dead, although the physical strength is not high, but it is very flexible, and it is difficult to be targeted.

Seeing that the road ahead was impassable, Iron Slag stopped its forcible reconnaissance, withdrew the soldier ants, and then directed them to drill into the ventilation duct connected to the elevator shaft. But it didn't take long to climb the pipe in front of it to break, and judging from the traces at the scene, it may have been blown up by a grenade not long ago.

Many roads were blocked, so the iron slag had to temporarily abandon the fourth layer and focus on the second and third layers. It didn't take long for him to find that there was no sign of human action on the second and third floors, except for a pile of living dead gathered in front of the elevator doors on the third floor. It seems that the expedition team did not explore the second and third layers, but went directly down to the fourth layer. To confirm this, he sent the soldiers back to the collapse of the stone staircase.

The rubble here is somewhat loose, and the ants that climb over it bring up a bit of dust, all indications are that the landslide was recent. It can be seen that the expedition team was attacked by a crowd of corpses as they walked between the third and fourth floors, so much so that they unintentionally or intentionally blew up the stone staircase. The ventilation duct may be to stop the corpse monkey from chasing.

After thinking about the situation, the soldiers were also dead, and the iron slag returned to the power room to inquire about the progress of Alva's overhaul.

"The state of the generator set is not bad, but some of the circuit boards are aging, and it may take half an hour to manually solder." Alva reported.

"Hurry up, we're running out of time." Iron Slag urged, and then informed everyone of the following situation.

"After activating the power system, we can take the elevator down, but ......" Alva hesitated for a moment and analyzed, "According to your reconnaissance, there is a group of living dead led by the Corpse King gathered at the elevator entrance, we are afraid that we are not opponents, and the place is narrow, we can only rush out of the elevator and fight them in the passage, which is completely unfavorable to us." ”

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded in agreement. He and the Boar King may still be able to fight the living dead, but the others are hard to say.

"I don't know how strong your melee ability is, but my brothers, it's good to be able to kill ten." Alva estimated.

"You're too weak, I can kill ten of these broken things alone." The Black Pig King, who had been silent beside him, spoke.

"I ...... I can kill a corpse monkey......" Lilith said as she crouched on the ground and drew circles, a little embarrassed.

"I'm about the same as the Black Pig King." Iron Slag said. Although he can use latent parasites to quickly kill the living dead, only if his joints can pierce the abdomen of the living dead and inject directly into the parasitic cells. And he wasn't completely sure, because the previous targets were all dead corpses. Moreover, with the brute force of the living dead, if such a method of combat is adopted, his joints and feet will soon be broken.

Judging from the current situation, except for the Corpse King, they can only deal with thirty of them when they are full, and what should they do with the remaining twenty?

While Iron Slag was deep in thought, Hagrid was sitting in the corner of the living chamber on the fourth basement floor, closing his eyes and recuperating. He and Don De came down that day, and soon found that the stairs from the third to the fourth floor were blocked, so they pried open the elevator door and went down from the third to the fourth floor.

After priing open the elevator door again, they immediately found that a large number of living dead had gathered in front of the door of the living cabin, which was impassable. Seeing the traces around him, he quickly deduced that the expedition was trapped inside.

In order to save people, he and Tang De decided to separate up and lead the corpse king to other places. But in practice, they accidentally alarmed the living dead on the third and fifth floors, and as a result, they swarmed and blocked the elevator entrances on the third and fifth floors. In desperation, they had to abandon their plan and hide in the ventilation ducts. A large number of the living dead followed, and in order to cut off the pursuit, he blew up the pipes behind him with a fragmentation grenade and fled into the quarters.

Most of the members of the expedition were here, but they were running out of water and food.

He had also been trapped here for three days, and the water and food he had brought with him had been distributed. According to his previous arrangement, Iron Slag should be on his way back at this time. Thinking of this, he felt much more relieved.

In fact, from the moment he came to the Southern Cemetery, he didn't think about how long he would live. He just can't die worthless, he's a warrior, he's Norses, if he can't pursue the flame, if he can't continue the bloodline, then add a luster to the glory of Norseth.

Twenty years later, his heart still can't be calmed. He still remembers everything that happened that day, the beautiful home, the dearest people, all gone overnight......

He was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, but he was powerless, and the heart-rending pain tormented him every night. As if cursed, he couldn't live an ordinary life, and he couldn't fall in love with anyone. And since Raven's death, he has been even more lonely, and there is no one in this world who can share his pain. He can't confide in anyone, he can't forget, and he can't help hating, so the longer he lives, the more pain he feels.

"Boss, what's next?" Between thoughts, a tall and thin man in his thirties crouched down beside him and asked in a low voice. His name is Quinn, nicknamed "Fang", and he is a friend he brought from Wind Sand Castle.

"What else can I do? If you can't do it, you rush out and fight with them. Hagrid said lightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm dragging you down." As he spoke, Quinn lowered his head deeply and buried his emaciated face between his knees.

"Don't forget, you saved me too." Hagrid put his arm around Quinn's shoulders and said.

"But ......" "It's nothing, we are brothers, and if we want to die, we will die together." As soon as Quinn spoke, he was rudely interrupted by Hagrid.

"Hmm." Quinn looked up, looked at his old friend, and nodded firmly. He has done a lot of regrets in his life, but the only thing he has never regretted is that he made this friend, iron-clad and heart-to-heart.