I seem to be an evil god

In this way, the local people's fear of outsiders can be explained.

After all, raids don't care about strength. Faced with the undead pouring out from the ground, there won't be much difference between the reactions of professionals and ordinary people.

Although some professionals can react quickly, most are too late to dodge.

Judging from the undisguised fear of the townspeople, this group of undead is probably very powerful.

What level of alien species is it?

Liu Dao expressed his curiosity.

Although the black-haired young man seemed to be hiding something during his narration, the overall meaning was still clear. Liu Dao looked at Snowden, as if to see what he wanted.

Snowden wanted to say that if he couldn't beat him, he should leave quickly, but from an angle where no one could see him, Liu Dao gave him a cold look.

Snowden shuddered, and his words changed to: "Let's take a look at the strength of the undead first."

The black-haired young man nodded and led Liu Dao and his party to the wheat field on the left side of the town. Under the scarecrow, there were several undead they caught tied up.

Along the way, Liu Dao and the others also became familiar with the black-haired young man. They knew that this young man's name was Brandon, and the powerful girl next to him was the mayor's daughter Danni. As for Ellen, who was wearing heavy armor, she was a veritable militiaman. team leader.

As for why it is necessary to emphasize that the name is worthy of the name during the introduction, there is no need to say more about the small thoughts.

During the march, Brando introduced the strength and characteristics of the undead to several people, but did not mention the specific cause of this strange phenomenon. Liu Dao could not get any more information except that it was an accident.

Several temptations mixed in the words were also lightly changed by Brando.

In the end, Liu Dao only knew a little more about why such a big thing ended up requiring a few teenagers to take charge of the affairs.

It turns out that the best players in the town were injured in the first attack, and the only old hunter who was not seriously injured was sent out to ask for help. Now, in this town, there are several veterans recovering from their injuries, and the three of them are the strongest.

As for what happened in the first undead attack, Brando only said that one of the attackers was a strong man from the small town in the past, which caused relatively large casualties.

The wheat field in the south is not far from the hotel. It is already close to the mountains. It is just a small field and is not the main grain-producing area of ​​the town.

On the scarecrow at the outermost part of the wheat field, three flesh-and-blood undead were tied. Apart from some gray skin, they were almost indistinguishable from normal people.

Of course, just ignore the gasping sounds coming from their mouths.

Although Snowden knew that he would never leave the town in the next few days, he still acted according to the established script.

"Untie one end and let us see their strength."

Hearing the word "head" used to describe the undead tied to the pillar, some of the townspeople watching were a little dissatisfied.

Brando glanced at those people with a slightly worried look, then stepped forward and untied the iron bars binding the undead.

It was said that it was untied, but in fact the mayor's daughter on the side used magic to loosen the iron bars, while Brando used sword skills to block the attack of the mad undead and lead him to the vicinity of Snowden.

After approaching Snowden, Brando stepped back. Snowden turned his hand and raised his sword, slashing hard at the undead that was attracted.

Bang!

The undead were knocked away by Snowden's attack, and the surrounding townspeople screamed in surprise, feeling a bit commotion.

Brando moved his steps and vaguely exchanged glances with several of the townspeople. The commotion in the rear subsided. Liu Dao noticed this problem and raised the corner of his mouth.

It seems there are a lot of naive guys here.

The battle between Snowden and the undead continued. After a few moves, Snowden probably figured out the strength of the undead.

Both strength and speed touch the bottom line of professionals, but they are just barely above the line. Even compared with mages who are least good at physical strength, the quality of these undead is not good enough.

However, due to his fearlessness and body with almost no weaknesses, his overall strength can compete with professionals.

Snowden breathed a sigh of relief, but Liu Dao noticed the undead's dress. The clothes were thick and calloused. He was probably just the most honest farmer.

If the corpses of ordinary people can be strengthened into professionals, then to what extent will the corpses of apprentices who have learned professions or even professionals who have passed rituals become powerful?

Liu Dao became more interested in this accident. After all, judging from the data alone, the influence of this resurrector was comparable to his blood.

After figuring out his strength, Snowden let go of his hands and feet to kill the undead creature. Although the undead creature does not want to have weaknesses like a head or heart like a living person, it only needs to cut off its limbs to prevent the breath of death from spreading in it. If a cycle is formed in the body, it will naturally turn into a dead body.

But just when Snowden was about to take action, an accident occurred.

"What else do you want to do!"

Just when Snowden was about to cut off the limbs of the undead, a plainly dressed peasant girl rushed over, first pushed the undead away, and then raised her arms to block Snowden.

"Now that you know my strength, what else do you want to do to my father?"

In this regard, Snowden frowned deeply. He had already sensed that something was wrong. Just as the girl blocked him, several townspeople jumped out from behind and tied the undead farmer back.

"You know they're dead, right!"

Snowden said dissatisfied: "They are already undead!"

Snowden's tone was serious, but the girl standing in front of him just held back her tears and shook her head, "I don't know about the undead. My father is just sick and not normal for the time being!"

Snowden became angry and confronted the girl. The townspeople stood silently on both sides and divided into two groups according to their ideas.

"Actually, Lily knows that her uncle won't come back."

While the two sides were arguing, Brando quietly walked up to Liu Dao and whispered: "It's just that they don't want to believe it. They always feel that everything can be saved."

Brando's eyes were sentimental, and Liu Dao gave him a funny look, pretending to be kind and said: "In the face of life and death, it's normal to have such thoughts. In fact, it's nothing, just tie them up like this for now, time will tell them understandable."

Brando was stunned. He didn't expect Liu Dao to give him such an answer. He couldn't help but make the hint more obvious.

"Actually, I also have a headache. These undead have begun to regain their sanity. If this continues, it will be a bit bad."

"Oh, that."

Liu Dao nodded, as if he didn't understand what Brando was saying.

Brando's face was a little anxious, and next to him, the mayor's daughter had a faintly mocking look.

At this time, the soldier guarding Liu Dao took over and expressed Brando's meaning perfectly.

"What! Reason has begun to appear, what you said is true!"

Brando nodded heavily, "Yeah, that's why I'm a little worried."

"This is not good. The emergence of reason means that the strength of the undead is still rising. If this continues, steel may not be able to trap them."

The soldier muttered to himself. After thinking about it for a while, he felt troubled by the mood of the townspeople. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Liu Dao.

Brando was relieved for the soldier's perfect assist.

Liu Dao glanced at the soldier who was stabbing him crazily in the back, then at the worried Brando, and sneered in his heart.

‘Put the blame on me for internal problems that you can’t solve yourself, haha! ’