The Game of Demon Hunter

In the courtyard overlooking the lord, a large number of guards and servants who had been transformed into undead were wandering around the walls.

Guo Yunfeng's face was a little ugly, because the "death knell" was almost once a day before, and the undead in the city would always get nearly an hour of precious time to regain their sanity.

Most of the undead used that bit of ingenuity in the game of hunting survivors in teams, and would consciously move closer to the Steelwalker camp.

But these undead don't seem to have many traces of battle, and they probably never left here after becoming undead.

This is obviously not a natural instinct, but there is something or reason that binds them here.

Could this 'death knell' not only endow the undead with temporary rationality, but also directly control their behavior?

"Captain, the sentry behind sent a message that the scattered undead on the street are approaching us. He has killed seven undead, but at least fifteen have passed through the street he is in charge of." A tall man The man, naked to the waist, his muscular muscles are as hard as armor: "I'm afraid the result of other directions will be the same, shall we continue?"

"Continue!" Guo Yunfeng didn't want to give them too much time to think. In this battle between the living and the dead, only a purer will can gain the upper hand.

Either fight to the death, or sit back and watch death knock at the door.

"Attack, knock down the gate, we have only one goal!" Guo Yunfeng carried his ax and spear, and rushed to the lord first: "Break that 'death knell' into scrap metal!"

However, Comrade Death Knell at the top is obviously not a character waiting to die. As the green and brown muscles on both sides twitched back and forth, the big bell shook with very different movements.

"Dang!—dang!—dang!" The death knell sounded like a reminder, and instantly resounded through the city.

Unconscious at first, the undead guards and gardeners walking around in the yard suddenly regained their sanity.

The guards in armor showed bloodthirsty smiles, carried their own weapons, burst out with high morale, and launched a round of charge towards Guo Yunfeng's team with eyes looking at the buffet!

The gardeners and the undead dressed as servants picked up all kinds of improvised weapons in excitement, such as large scissors for cutting off flowers, hoes, table legs, etc., and followed behind the guards, planning to have a good time together.

On the other side, before the 'death knell' sounded, Xu Yichen had just jumped off the roof of the last building, and most of the undead army had already left.

But there are still four or five hundred undead who are in the back row, pushing and shoving their companions busily, following the direction guided by instinct, and constantly pushing forward.

But from here to the entrance of the big mine, there are no obstacles. If they want to move on, Xu Yichen and the guides need to sneak in under the eyes of the undead.

"I hope that in the mentally handicapped state, these undead, like low-level zombies, rely on the sense of smell to distinguish targets." The witcher shook his head, and leaned out without leaving a trace under the surprised eyes of Pirate Will and other survivors. , Shrank back after consuming a passing undead.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yichen completed this action, leaving no one else even having time to react.

"Crack!" Xu Yichen quickly and skillfully twisted off the undead's neck, limbs, and removed the opponent's jaw. He stuffed one hand directly into the undead's mouth, and squeezed a blue-purple tongue together. He came out and threw it to the ground.

"I'll do an experiment first. If we can blur the opponent's perception by smell, we can take advantage of these undead people's current state and walk in." Xu Yichen poked with [Elegant Ripper] while speaking, and he was incapable of moving. The undead three times.

The characteristic of [Flesh Ripper] immediately blew up the upper body of the undead into meat paste, which covered Xu Yichen's body. If it wasn't for several survivors who did not come down from the roof, they might not have survived.

"Crazy, really crazy, I won't let those plague-infected pastes smear me!" A miner retreated, his trembling legs betraying his true thoughts.

But no one will laugh at him, because the performance of others is not much better.

These survivors, including Ed and the pirate Will, wondered whether they could survive the close contact with the flesh and blood of the plague-infected people?

Before they had much time to think, a more frightening scene appeared.

Xu Yichen, who had been smeared with the flesh and blood of the undead, swaggered into the undead without attracting any attention. The undead regarded him as a transparent person.

In order to further prove the effectiveness of this method, Xu Yichen squeezed around among the undead, even kicked a few undead, and ended their evil existence with a long sword.

This picture touched the survivors a little. They seemed to see the picture of themselves stopping the conspiracy in the big mine and saving Storm's End.

Although the self in the picture is covered in blood, and there are still parts such as eyes and fingers hanging in some places, but this is still a good way!

Ed Williams was still the first to stand up. He took out the cloak he hadn't worn for a while from his arms, carefully stained the flesh and blood on the ground, and put it on his body.

Under the gaze of others, Ed gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide and got into the ranks of undead, hitting three or four undead with great force.

The undead struggled and crawled forward, without showing any hostility towards Ed.

It worked.

It worked!

The others learned from others and found some rags from the nearby houses. The bearded man was even more courageous. Wearing Ed's cloak, he dragged back the corpse of an undead man, pulled off the other's clothes, put on the Out of the coat.

Xu Yichen watched the pirate Will donate his overcoat regretfully, made it into a camouflage suit, and joined the team.

Among the mighty ranks of the undead, a small team of nine people swam upstream like fish in a river, separating the ranks of the undead.

The survivors had killed many undead to survive until today, but for most of them, it was the first time for them to have such close contact with undead, without worrying that they would bite off their ears.

Everyone's spirits were highly tense, for fear of accidents, only the bearded man muttered: "Martha, my Martha, wait for me to avenge you and little Kent, I will definitely!"

When everyone could see the entrance of the big mine not far away, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dang!——dang!——dang!" The sudden sound of the bell made the whole world suddenly quiet.

PS: EMMMM, in fact, I always think of the super mercenary death knell in DC comics. . .