Ride and Cut

There are a total of twenty or so so-called "snake people". Above the waist is a human shape, but below the waist is connected with a snake tail as thick as a bucket. When they stand up straight, they are probably taller than two blades, but if they straighten the winding snake tail behind them, it is estimated that four blades are more than enough.

The size is very large, but it does not impair the agility when moving forward in the slightest - the thick snake tail swings quickly, and the whole person seems to be gliding against the ground, rushing towards Gaoshanbao and his party at high speed.

"Undead again?" The lord showed a helpless wry smile.

It is said that people in this era are very happy, because it has been difficult to see the undead in the past few hundred years, and there is no need to worry about being disturbed by monsters. But Li Cha didn't feel the benefits of this era at all. He first witnessed perhaps the largest undead riot in the history of Winter City. He returned to the alpine castle and found a monster in his backyard before he could sit still.

Even in the era when the undead were most rampant, very few people would get the same level of experience, it could be called an honor.

The honor of these "snake people" is enough to leave a lifetime psychological shadow on the most daring children. The body and limbs are all shriveled and thin to the extreme, and one can tell at a glance that it cannot be a normal flesh and blood life. The surface was covered with old bandages from top to bottom, down to the eyes and mouth. Probably because of the time, the color has become dull and yellow, stained with mud and blood of unknown origin, and it looks extremely disgusting.

Only the "snake tail" on the lower body was constantly rubbed against the ground, and some of the bandages were worn off, revealing the scaly skin and the maggots that burrowed in and out.

They hold two waning moon scimitars, the blades are as bright as a mirror, and the blades are shining with cold light. As it lunged forward, the face wrapped in bandages opened its mouth wide as if roaring upwards, but made no sound.

Li Cha is almost certain that the tragedy of staying in the vassals was personally arranged by these snake-man mummies. Some of the bloodstains on their bodies were relatively fresh, and had not had time to oxidize and turn black.

Especially on the face, although I don't know how these mummies with bandaged five orifices feed. But it is obvious that he has "enjoyed" his prey.

"Let's kill them first." Li Cha drew out the dragon-slaying giant sword, and twirled the sword flower casually.

The battle-tested centaur was not disturbed by the enemy's terrifying appearance at all. He drew out the arrow without haste, and rested it on the bowstring for leisure. When the "snake man" entered the effective range, two rounds of ferocious and swift arrow rain burst out like a storm,

These high-level archers are very capable, and questioning their archery skills is as boring as questioning the truth. The arrows that fly out go straight to the eyes, skulls and other vital points of the undead. For them, the trivial matter of assigning targets can be done only by tacit understanding, and it is absolutely impossible for too many people to aim at the same target, resulting in low-level mistakes of redundant firepower.

But what is absolutely unexpected is that after two salvos of more than 60 centaurs, there are still nearly ten "snake men" who did not fall down and continued to move towards the ground.

Li Cha could see clearly, it wasn't that the centaurs were not able to hit the vital point because of their lax archery skills.

Rather, the bandages wrapped around these snake people seem to have a certain degree of defense. Some arrows clearly hit the eye sockets, but they were not strong enough after passing through the bandages, hanging limply on them, swaying wildly with the rise and fall of the mummy's body.

The centaurs in Gaoshanbao now have a tendency to show off their skills-if they can solve the target with three points of force, even if they use four points of force, they will be considered as insufficient skills and lack of professional skills. At the beginning, they didn't pay much attention to these enemies who were only wrapped in cloth strips, so the two rounds of volleys were quick enough and not powerful enough.

But even so, it is enough to show that the defense ability of those cloth strips is not weaker than that of ordinary armor.

"Shit!" This kind of victory is undoubtedly very embarrassing for the proud centaur ranger. Hurt made a rare swearing, and led his family to make another round of follow-up shots.

"Keep alive." Li Cha said.

Even if the God of Holy Light descends to earth this time, he will not be able to save the mindless undead who don't even know how to dodge and only know how to rush forward. The arrows shot into the eye sockets, directly destroying the soul fire, and they suddenly fell down as if they had lost power. Only the one running in the front was especially taken care of, and all the centaurs who had freed up their hands all shot at it's limbs in unison.

The continuous sound of "Dingduo" sounded like a woodpecker cutting wood. With the joint efforts of dozens of centaurs, the mummy's limbs were shot off one by one alive. Although this kind of injury is not fatal to the undead, it will inevitably be deprived of all mobility.

A few centaurs put away their bows and arrows and walked over, dragging back the two corpses and the lucky one who survived.

"Remove the bandages on its body." Li Cha pointed at the mummy with severed limbs with his chin.

It was obviously unconscious, and it was still struggling to attack at this point, and was crushed to death by several horseshoes on the ground, unable to move.

Although for the undead, attacking living things is their most direct instinct, the lord is still full of anger. For him, protecting his weaknesses is also the most direct instinct.

Hutt nodded and held the handle of the scimitar, only to see a sudden flash of cold light, a vertical mark appeared on the bandage on the face of the snake mummy, and then it slowly cracked.

"This move is fine." The lord was not in a hurry to look at the undead, but turned his attention to the centaur with great interest. This kind of control, which is enough to make laymen stunned, is not so easy to grasp.

"Hey, it's just a boring juggling." Hurt has always been very modest. He stood on tiptoe and gently picked apart the cracked cloth strips. When the undead, which was still alive and well, saw the sun, it immediately seemed to be bathed in magma. After a few short struggles, it quickly fell silent.

"It turns out that the shroud is used to block sunlight." Li Cha frowned and touched it. It doesn't feel as hard as cloth, but closer to leather armor. But judging from the vertical and horizontal warp and weft clearly visible above, it is clearly a kind of fabric.

"What the hell is this?" After much deliberation, he couldn't figure out which kind of fabric could be so tough. It stands to reason that if there was such a thing, it should have been widely promoted as military supplies.

Although the flesh wrapped under the cloth strips is a bit dehydrated, it can still roughly see its original appearance. His complexion was so pale that Li Cha couldn't help suspecting that this body might not have been exposed to the sun at all. Moreover, not a single hair of the entire skull can be seen, whether it is hair, eyebrows or eyelashes. The lord even deliberately picked up a straw stick, stuck it into his nostrils to stretch it, and found that it was still hairless.

"It is said that a smart head does not grow hair. It seems that this man must have been a peerless wise man during his lifetime." The lord told a joke, but unfortunately none of the centaur rangers had any sense of humor, and none of them laughed.

They didn't pay attention to the details of the hair, but looked at the ears in unison—pointy and long, sweeping upwards and backwards, exactly like elves.