Remnant Blood Player

Li Nuo has not seen the crowds crowding on the streets during the Revolution, the poor people queuing up when the government distributes food, and the animals in the grassland migration season.

But today.

He saw what was so crowded, this was the first time he saw such a grand occasion.

Hundreds of undead people crowded the muddy path, crowded and stuck together.

They are dressed as farmers, with straw hats or turbans covering the top of their heads to cover the rays of the scorching sun, but for them now, there is no difference between wearing them and not wearing them.

The undead’s hands hold farming props such as hatchets. Among the dense crowds, there are six wooden pillars erected with unconscious people tied to them. Their necks are wrapped in twine, and their feet have not been disturbed by sparks. Stack of straw.

There was a thin figure in the tied person. He was wearing a mask, wearing torn clothes, and a short knife around his waist. He was stained with blood. He was Gretel.

The thief arrived too early and came too eagerly. He was caught by the undead and became a tortured criminal, although the crime is unknown.

哐... 哐... 哐...

Five obese women squeezed out of the crowd. They wore generous woman-like sun hats, or more like wizard hats, black-covered books in their hands, and nearly two-meter-long wooden walking sticks. Take one step and let the tip of the stick support their thick bodies.

The fat women laughed strangely, and the undead were as silent as air.

There are hundreds of people right now, but the atmosphere is even more uncomfortable than the ancient house in the dark night.

"There are too many people." Even the tea-white, who didn't accept it, showed embarrassment.

Li Nuo said: "Everything looks good, at least all the enemies currently on the scene have not been'random' replaced."

A fat woman suddenly raised her head and looked at where they were. After only a few words, she was aware of them. The two immediately closed their mouths and lowered their bodies, crawling backwards slowly, not daring to make a sound.

The names of these fat women are called "Tutors", powerful melee occult mages, from this point of view, they belong to the same vein as Chabai.

Of course, Li Nuo dared not speak out.

The two of them retreated far away and could see the crowds of villagers, but ensured that their whispers would not be heard by the villagers.

"Are you still going to complete this branch?" Chabai asked first.

Li Nuo looked gloomy, thinking about how to face the situation in front of him.

Two methods, let Marger get a bunch of traps, and then find a way to attract the enemy to break them one by one, just like the offensive strategy of a tower defense game where the orcs must die.

Either...

"Chabai, listen to my voice, use [Focuser]."

"Nine dead for a lifetime."

"How can I know if I don't try it, I have a way." Li Nuo put the decoction [Black Blood] hanging around his waist into the backpack, and took out a bottle of decoction that had not been used for a long time, [High Blizzard].

After killing an enemy, it can trigger a short pause, which is the characteristic of this bottle of suffering.

Li Nuo took a mouthful of [Advanced Blizzard], and the blue liquid that smelled like fountain pen ink made his brows clenched, squeezed his throat, and then said: "Time is running out, can't wait, Marger needs to recreate traps. In less time, let's go directly and use our full strength."

"Well, do your best, right?"

"Yes, but leave a little bit of effort. In the first round, you will be probing."

Li Nuo slowly got up from his tummy position, knelt down on one knee and stared at the crowd as dense as mosaics. He drank the [Blood Demon Decoction] and the [Night Demon Decoction], and it smelled of blood. Excited, took out the [fetters] and put it into my pants pocket.

"[Summoning Magic Stone] Save it for now, it's really hard to beat."

"understand."

Chabai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Although there was no wind, the hair was floating, and the energy gushing out of power surrounded him.

Li Nuo stared down like a beast with those amber snake pupils.

"Start."

"A bag of rice carries several floors..."

An undead man holding a torch with a stiff face but a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, he put the torch close to the thief.

The face under Greyrit's mask was as gray as death, and his life was about to end.

"Hehe... at least I can see you one last time, Loretta."

At this time, all the undead who were silent here looked at the top of a three-story wooden house.

Suddenly, there was a sense of killing in their eyes like bloodthirsty beasts, and they rushed to the building, including the mentor.

Hundreds of undead people made the precarious building unbearable. During the influx, some unlucky guys were trampled into mud by their own people.

The undead settlement was built on a cliff, flanked by towering ridges and a vast abyss, they could only break through the only building and advance toward the goal that attracted their bloodthirsty.

"Only there are a large number of enemies in the house, and there are no monsters attracted to the rest of the surrounding area." Cha Bai scanned with [white eyes] to conclude.

"It's almost there." Li Nuo picked up the oil tank that Chen Fang had found in the building, which had been out of normal use for a long time, and threw it to the door.

The first undead broke out, and behind him were densely packed undead, undead who could not see their heads.

Some appeared from the roof of the house. They were short-sized guys with sacks on their heads, with poison tubes that could be launched remotely in their mouths.

Li Nuo's eyes lit up, and he threw the last shot of the [Diffusing Flame Poisonous Flying Knife] and inserted it into the oily area on the ground. The fire spread instantly, and the raging flames wrapped the entire house.

The poison gas forced the dwarves on the roof to retreat, but they could not escape the inextinguishable fire. There were straws and other fuel-supporting materials everywhere, and the neighboring buildings were not immune. The sound of rumbling was endless, and the old buildings collapsed one after another. .

People themselves are fuels, and so are the undead. As long as one of the undead huddled together is on fire, they can't restrain the spread of the fire. They are like firewood that moves and roars, and is completely ashes in the fire.

"How much is left?"

"At least two-thirds less."

The spirits above their heads kept rising like a reverse timer, and the undead hanging in the fire had exceeded expectations.

The sky was dyed red by the fire, Li Nuo stood before the heat wave and raised his head and sighed. Sure enough, explosion and burning are the truth.

Suddenly listening to the woman's singing, it was an unintelligible language, countless black particles descended on the fire, spinning rapidly, like a black gale weakening the flame.

The mentors appeared after the fire, followed by no less than fifty undead people.

"A mentor hasn't died... It's difficult to manage the remaining third."

Li Nuo's face sank and turned on 【Internal Dive·Explosion】, blood mist surging out from the pores on his skin, and instantly turned into a blood-man-like monster, and the pupils hidden under the bloodstain instantly shrank.

"The tea is white, it's dry."

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