Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 513 Weird Zombie
The night was thick, and the reddish moonlight dimmed everything.

In the small town, there is a desolate and dilapidated scene after the chaos.

With the blessing of the "Undead Concealment Technique", Thorne and his party came quietly to a main street in the town like ghosts floating in the night.

The houses on both sides of the street are very dense. From the outline of the remaining buildings, one can easily judge the bustling scene of the past, and even imagine the bustle and noise of this street.

It's a pity that with the precipitation of time, under the erosion of negative energy for many years, the whole town has become old, crooked, and deformed, just like a gloomy monster hidden in the dark, with its dilapidated mouth open , waiting for the food to come by itself.

In today's town, most of the buildings have collapsed into ruins, leaving only stone pillars and rotting wood, and countless empty, arched windows that are staring at you.

As the cold wind floated by, the 'creaking' sound of the rotten wood being squeezed and broken from time to time added a touch of fear to this already 'dead' town.

At the same time, all kinds of undead creatures are not willing to be lonely, dragging vague, obscure and stiff figures, wandering aimlessly on the street.

A little bit of red or green soul fire shone faintly like stars in the dark night.

Thorne walked cautiously along the street. He avoided a zombie who opened his arms unconsciously, as if he was about to give him a warm hug. Then he deliberately slowed down, looked at the witch Cecil behind him, and said in a low voice. : "Any tips?"

The reason why he asked this question was mainly because this small town was so big that it was almost equal to the area of ​​two twin tower towns. If a group of people just walked aimlessly like this, who knew when they would get there.

Moreover, they are completely confused about the specific situation of this town, and no one can guarantee that there are no powerful undead creatures hidden in it.

As soon as the words fell, the others also turned their attention to the female wizard, waiting for her answer.

After all, they were able to come here successfully, all thanks to the guidance of this ancient magic amulet in Cecile's hand.So in this situation where I don't know how to go on, if the magic talisman can deliver the correct message and direction, it would be a great thing.

"No, I don't know why, from the moment I stepped into this small town, I clearly felt that the close connection with the magic amulet was broken in an instant. No matter how I tried, I couldn't get a single response." Female The wizard shook his head slightly, and her answer was a bit disappointing.

"The link is broken?" Paladin Avar looked startled for a moment, then stopped, looked up at the chaotic dark night, and stared at the hanging blood moon in silence for a long time, then said slowly:

"This town is very likely to have been cast some kind of powerful blasphemy circle, otherwise these weak undead creatures would not have survived to this day, and they have long been exhausted in killing each other."

After the paladin finished speaking, he subconsciously looked towards the street.

Intermittent grunts and groans just came from the darkness ahead.

He saw a figure with a stumped leg, a swollen arm and a broken hand shambling into view.

The paladin carefully looked at all kinds of undead creatures on the street, and he found that among the various undead creatures in the town, the largest number were all kinds of zombies.

As a cleric, Avar still knows the weakest slaves of darkness like zombies very well.

They are resurrected in zombie form by the vicious necromancy that infuses vitality into the remains of the dead, and in this way fearlessly and steadfastly carry out the instructions of their creators.

Their steps are clumsy and ridiculous, and their bodies are covered with rotting and smelly skins from life.

The vast majority of zombies are made from the remains of humanoid creatures, and in fact any creature with a similar structure of flesh and bone can be made undead of this life form.

The necromantic magic that animates zombies usually comes from wizards who are proficient in the school of necromancy.Some zombies will spontaneously revive directly from the area permeated with negative energy.

However, these undead creatures in front of him made it impossible for the paladins to tell whether they were created by necromancers or were infiltrated by negative energy, leading to spontaneous awakening.

"Since there is no clear goal, let's go to those buildings that are still intact, and maybe we can find something different."

Seeing everyone standing there without saying a word, Thorne pondered for a moment, looked at the blurred outline in the darkness, and expressed his opinion.

"That's the only way to go." The paladin agreed with the ranger's opinion, and the others did not object.

So they continued to walk cautiously deep into the town along the spacious streets.

As Thorne walked, he looked at the passing undead creatures with great interest.

He found that most of the undead creatures on the street retained their previous clothes and appearance. Although their skin and faces were gray, there was very little decay, not even a disgusting stench.

For this strange situation, Thorne believes that it is very likely that the tiny creatures that decompose the body are also a kind of life, and they cannot survive in this pure dead space.

Moreover, he also found that the bodies of most zombies are very well preserved, and they are almost not as imagined by the world—the internal organs of the body are completely lost and extremely swollen, the whole body is covered with maggots, and it emits a horrifying appearance of rotten stench.

It can be seen from this that these undead creatures are indeed like what the paladin Avar said, the town happened too suddenly when it was transferred here.

So much so that the vast majority of people failed to survive the erosion of the turbulent negative energy, perhaps they didn't even know the fact that they had already turned into undead creatures.

Like the closest undead creature in front of him, it was a zombie wrapped in a tattered black linen jacket.

Its body was as stiff as a cold corpse, with its head slanted on its shoulders, its eyes glazed over, its lips slightly parted, and it took a long time before it took a trembling step back, as if its movements had been slowed down dozens of times.

Not only that, but the zombie is also holding a domestic cow with two horns and a pair of dead fish eyes.

The cow's chest has all disappeared, and only a spine connecting the limbs and head remains on the body.

However, the skeleton cow seemed to be unaware of its own situation, and just obediently followed behind the zombie with its head tilted.

After a while, in a ruin that looked like a cowshed, a zombie wearing a tattered straw hat crawled out at an extremely slow speed, and greeted the cow-raising zombie.

After the two zombies met, they let out a low growl, as if they were discussing an unfinished deal.

At the same time, as the crowd gradually moved forward, they were surprised to find that groups of ogre zombies were struggling to move forward with stiff steps.

Behind this group of ogre zombies is a human zombie dressed as a slave owner holding a long whip. It takes a long time for the long whip he holds up to draw the last ogre zombie in the line. on the shoulders.

Even though the ogre zombie was whipped lightly on the stiff body with the slow and feeble whip, it didn't leave even a trace.But this ogre zombie, which doesn't feel any pain, is like an actor, very cooperatively let out a painful roar, and the distorted expression is lifelike.

At this time, when a group of people walked near a relatively well-preserved tavern, accompanied by a dull sound of 'bang', when everyone thought their identities were exposed, they discovered that it turned out to be a person with a scarlet soul beating in its eye sockets. Huo's skinny skeleton was thrown out viciously by an ogre zombie dressed as a waiter.

I saw the little skeleton rolling around on the ground a few times, until the bones all over the body made a 'crash', scattered all over the ground like dice dropped by a fortune-teller, and then stopped moving.

The skeleton zombies wandering around turned a blind eye to this, and the soul fire in the eye sockets of a tall skeleton jumped a few times, leaving only the mouth with bones and teeth smashed twice. In Thorne's view, it should be doing Disgusted expression.

Immediately afterwards, the tall skeleton kicked onto the fallen skeleton, kicking the skull's head more than ten meters away like kicking a football.

However, something that shocked several people happened again. The soul fire in the eye sockets of this skeleton whose head was kicked more than ten meters away did not dissipate.

The head that rolled out trembled like a tight wire, and rolled to the side of the scattered bones again.

As the soul fire in the skull's eye sockets kept beating and flickering, the skeleton was like a magnet, and it was successfully assembled automatically, standing up from the ground again.

At this time, the elf banshee Kefla found that the direction of the skull's head was reversed, which was so funny that she couldn't help but snickered.

The thin skeleton immediately responded to Kefla's snickering, and it reached out and took off the reversed head like a helmet, put it on the chest, and then turned it in the right direction in a funny way. 'Wear' it back again.

Immediately afterwards, the little skeleton continued to walk towards the tavern, probably with aggressive steps.

It was only then that Thorne noticed that on the door of this relatively well-preserved tavern, there were several blurred and rusty words "Lava and Spirits" engraved in a rough common language, and there was a painting beside it that seemed to be A simple tin signboard for a frothy wine glass.

Watching the funny thin skeleton open the door and enter the tavern, the result was not beyond Thorne's expectations. The skeleton was thrown out again by the ogre zombies who had been waiting for a long time, scattered all over the place.

He found that the whole thing seemed to be playing on repeat.

"Shall we go into the tavern and have a look?"

The paladin Aval on the side also obviously noticed the situation here. He walked up to Thorn and pointed to the three-storey building. Except for the serious weathering, it was still relatively intact under the erosion of negative energy.

Thorne was about to nod his head in agreement when he heard a strange sound of horseshoes coming from the street.

Then he saw zombie skeletons wandering on the street, and even illusory ghosts all began to avoid.

As the crisp sound of horseshoes gradually approached, Thorne called out and signaled everyone to avoid it immediately.

Work in a while.

A burly knight dressed in pure black plate armor that seemed to have been burned by flames galloped towards the crowd, driving a skeleton warhorse whose body was mostly covered in black mist.

Did it come for us?Thorne hid in a ruined bunker, observing the skeleton knight who was approaching rapidly.

As the skeleton knight galloped towards them, to everyone's relief, the sound of the horse's hooves did not stop, but passed over here at a fast speed, and rushed towards the chaotic darkness.

However, the moment the knight passed by Thorne's cover, he could clearly see the appearance of the skeleton knight.

The knight's face was made up of scorched black skulls, covered with shriveled and rotting flesh, and dark red flames danced in the two eye sockets. Those terrifying gazes, even if they were not watched, still made him feel ashamed. He felt cold and vicious.

The sound of horseshoes completely disappeared, and the paladin Avar couldn't help taking a deep breath of the cold air. He stared at the knight who had disappeared into the darkness, and said with a very heavy expression: "It's the death knight!"

"Then can you judge the general strength of this death knight?" Thorne was not surprised when he heard this, and then looked back at the paladin.

From the style of the death knight's plate armor, he guessed that the opponent was probably a knight of the Dawn Town Knights.

The only thing that is uncertain is how strong this death knight is and what role he will play in this dead town.

"Not sure." The paladin shook his head slightly, his tone still so heavy, "But I can see that this death knight is stronger than the dead horse-drawn hunter."

Just when Thorne was about to answer the conversation, he suddenly felt that he was being watched by a piercing gaze, which made him startled, and then he turned around sharply, his sharp sword-like eyes met the 'Lava and A window on the third floor of the Spirits' Tavern.

He saw a strangely dressed male zombie poking out his head in a black top hat.

Thorne found that the zombie's cheeks were thin, but its facial features were still intact, and there were no missing parts.

What surprised him the most was that the zombie's eyes were quite agile. If it wasn't for the dry skin on the face, and the penetrating white-blue color unique to undead creatures, it would be difficult for him to see it as a zombie. undead.

When Thorn noticed the male zombie, the others also noticed him, so they raised their heads and looked at this weird zombie.

Slowly, everyone seemed to realize something, and their expressions gradually became dignified.

Because under the blessing of the "Undead Concealment Technique" cast by Kefla, they moved forward all the way, and even the death knight who passed by just now did not find their traces.

Now they were discovered by a weird zombie, which made them smell a little dangerous.

"Hey! Outsiders, don't be nervous, I won't hurt you." The male zombie poking his head out of the window was the first to break the silence, and waved friendlyly to Thorn and the others on the street.

His voice sounded very hoarse, as if he was repeatedly polishing a rusty blade with rough sandpaper.

(End of this chapter)