The Game of Demon Hunter

Scott felt that his heartbeat had stopped working one step ahead of him for a moment, and it was the screams behind him that allowed Scott to regain control of his body.

A strong man hiding in the corner was gripped tightly by a blue palm that broke through the wooden wall, and his whole body lost all color.

"Quickly think of a way! Help me!" The captured man stood on the wall with one foot, trying hard not to be pulled towards the wall. Through the gap that was pierced, several undead were coming Look inward with your cloudy eyes.

The other two survivors who were closest to him immediately took a few steps back, distanced themselves from him, and left the vicinity of the wall by the way.

"Don't squeeze me, I've caught one!" Through the wall, the survivors could also hear the salivating voice of the undead outside.

"Cut off its arm! Hurry up, damn it, are you going to watch me die?" The captured man turned pale and howled heart-piercingly, almost overwhelming the undead outside. .

Scott looked back at the farce behind him, then at the mutants blocking the door, clenched the steel knife in his hand, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran over, and chopped off the arm of the undead with the knife in his hand. come down!

"Either try to kill the undead at the door, or die here! Choose yourself!" Scott shouted: "Which Siris tells you every day that only by uniting can we survive. This is what tests us. This is no time for solidarity!"

The caught man had just escaped from danger, and he only had time to nod to Scott before being pushed forward by Scott: "This is our last chance! Come on!"

The man had just been saved by Scott, so he had to run a few steps forward symbolically. Under Scott's encouragement and gaze, the other two survivors had to bite the bullet and rush towards the door.

These survivors who have lived to this day all know a truth, the more severe the mutation of the undead, the more powerful it is generally.

The undead man at the door has three heads, so it's not easy to mess with!

But as Scott said, either take a gamble and run out by himself, or die here and become a meal for the undead, there is no choice.

It's just that no one wants to take the lead and be the first to rush over.

Except for Nur, who is the closest to the deformed undead.

This big boy who looked thin and thin, who didn't know where the courage came from, suddenly burst into a rage, and rushed towards the undead, the small dagger in his hand was raised high.

No one with combat experience would use a dagger like him. The most important skill of a short weapon is to hide one's attack intentions and gain a chance of fatal blow.

But the other three people, including Scott, subconsciously quickened their pace. That Nuer was dead, and now it was up to him to see if he could escape while the opponent killed Nuer.

Especially Scott, this shrewd businessman, had already pinched a small piece of iron ore at some point in his hand.

Once Nuer's sacrifice failed to buy enough time, he was ready to take the initiative to buy some time for himself, but this required sacrificing a 'friend'.

Sorry, everyone, Scott is at the end of the team, constantly using his peripheral vision to select suitable targets, he doesn't want to be found out about his despicable means of survival.

Noor suddenly jumped up when he was less than half a meter away from the undead man, as if he wanted to use his dagger to pierce the middlemost head of the undead man.

"Thank the gods, I will never forget your sacrifice, Nuer!" Scott had heard the sound of the wooden wall being smashed behind him, and he had to seize every second, taking advantage of the opportunity created by Nuer Get out of this ghost place!

"Buzz!"

Scott felt a chill pass by his ears, but the nervous survivors didn't have time to pay attention to these details.

He only saw Nuer jumping high, and then threw the tall mutant undead to the ground. The dagger in his hand seemed to vent his fear, piercing the head of the undead's chest continuously.

Noor was too short for him to hit the head where the opponent really used to control the body.

Scott, who had thrown half of his body out of the range of the door frame, was in a trance. His front feet were still in a running posture, but his back feet wanted to stand still.

As a result, the whole person fell directly to the ground, right in front of the woman's head on the ground!

"Ah!" Scott didn't care about his fear, and directly hit the woman's unrecognizable head with the ore he was holding tightly in his hand!

"Pfft!" The woman's head was smashed flat by Scott like a rotten tomato.

hell!

Scott looked at Nuer who was still piercing the undead body with a dagger in hysterics, and turned his attention to the most complete head of the mutated undead.

A metal arrow shot through that head, and only the tail feathers less than a finger long could be seen shaking slightly.

Scott followed the direction of the arrow and looked behind him. At the shattered wooden wall, a Sirisian wearing exquisite armor walked in. He held a huge longbow in his hand. The corpses of several undead fell to the ground behind him.

For some reason, seeing that the person who came was a Siris, Scott was relieved. He didn't bother to thank the other person for saving him, and he lay directly on the ground, breathing the air greedily.

There was only one Serisian in the Steelwalker camp, but he never took off that weird helmet, and the others could only infer that he was a Sirisian by his skin color.

During this period of time, the word Siris has become synonymous with strength among the survivors.

"Are you from the Steelwalker camp?" Scott looked at the Siris man, picked up Noor from the undead body like a rabbit, and threw it aside.

Maybe because he didn't hear clearly, the Siris asked again: "Steel Walker Barracks, do you know how to get there?"

"My lord, we are the scouts of the Steelwalker camp!" Scott felt that enough strength had finally accumulated in his body, and he quickly stood up from the ground.

Originally a temporary team of five people, in the previous chaos, three people escaped without a trace.

Scott looked at Nuer, who was twitching against the door frame, holding the dagger tightly, shook his head, and casually discarded the ore in his hand to the side.

I hope those few people can make it back to the camp alive.

In just a few seconds, Scott suppressed his heart that was about to pop out of his chest, and tried his best to show a smile: "My lord, are you looking for the person in charge of the Steelwalker camp? I can lead the way!"

PS: Yesterday, I watched Professor Wen Tiejun’s 12-year public lecture at Chongqing University, analyzing four times of foreign investment and eight times of crisis in China’s economic history. Interested students can go and watch it. After reading it, I feel enlightened. Concisely and concisely explained the objective economic reasons for China's transition from "full Sovietization" to the sending of educated youth to the countryside, as well as the choices made by successive leaders of the Republic in the face of various economic difficulties. Just like when I played Hearts of Iron 4, starting with Taizu, if you don’t use cheats, it is almost impossible to replicate the path of our party’s rise. Our party’s journey is like walking on thin ice. Although it can’t be said to be perfect, but from a macro perspective , unexpectedly insisted on taking the right step on the edge of the blade, and carefully walked out of the road to a great country! There are 224 countries on the world map, two-thirds are independent after World War II, and there is only one republic. A road to industrialization has emerged from the mountain of corpses and blood. It is three points more exciting than the novel