Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter VIII

Bringing up a zombie naturally reminds me of the infamous Necromancer, and the people outside are slamming out, and several battlefields that are still strangled are displayed in front of Anfei. Perhaps because some friends and relatives were killed by zombies, perhaps because they were chased by zombies, they had nowhere to run. There were more than a dozen mercenaries in each arena fighting to fight with one or several zombies.

When people get to the road, they often burst into horrible madness. At this moment, the roar of the zombies has been suppressed by the screams of the mercenaries, and the protection of the dark magical array has been lost. The warm sunshine has caused great damage to the fighting zombies. The damage, the zombies are just dying and struggling, and Anfei made a judgment. Even if he does not join the battle, there is no suspense in winning or losing.

"An Fei? How is it?" A figure strode to Anfei.

"Orsi, we met again." Anfei had a good impression on Orsi, the head of the Combat Mercenary Corps. Among the mercenaries that Ozkuqi called, Orsi was the only one who spoke for him. Or, Orsy is just talking for justice.

"How are you here?" Orsi looked up and down at Anfei.

"An Fei, are you doing a ghost?!" Ozkuqi did not know where to jump out, looks very angry, and he followed the heads of several mercenary groups.

"Speaking politely! If we didn't ruin the magic array, you are almost going to become a zombie now!" Rescar said coldly.

Ozkuqi glimpsed, and the heads of the mercenary regiments looked at each other and showed a sly smile. They could become the heads of the mercenary group. They were not the ones without brains. They were not known there. In the middle of the magic circle, they seem to have come to an inexplicable dark world. Nothing can be seen, only the voice of the other party can be heard, and the boundless darkness affects their body and mind, giving them a feeling of going crazy. The magician misses the curse but finds the speed of summoning elements. It’s terrible. In other words, just as they listened to the screams of their companions but were at a loss, the lovely sunshine suddenly appeared. They were rescued from the darkness. Now I heard the words of Resca. Ozqiqi and others understood that it was sure that Anfei saved them, and that only Anfei saved them.

"We found a group of undead masters in the cross-cut valley. Since yesterday, we have been secretly tracking the necromancers." An Fei explained softly.

Ozkuqi’s look suddenly became very ugly: “Anfei, what do you say? Is there a group of undead mages?”

"Yes. There is a group, the specific number I don't know." An Fei said slowly: "There is a high-ranking necromancer who is their leader. I don't want to be discovered by him. I can only secretly observe it outside."

"High-level necromancer?" Ozkuqi violently raised his voice, and it was already a rare thing to see the Necromancer. Even if he can see the high-level necromancer, Ozkuqi simply doubts whether he is being seen by the **** of doom, and is constantly casting miracles for him.

"Yes, you are not the first mercenary to be attacked by the Undead Master. It doesn't look like the last one." An Fei sighed: "There have been several mercenary alliances that have been attacked by them."

"How did you know?"

"The number of zombies is more than a thousand. Where did these many zombies come from?" An Fei asked.

"These **** necromancers!" Ozcuqi gnawed his teeth. For some interests or for some purposes, he killed other mercenaries, but he could not see other forces killing mercenaries in the country of mercenaries. On the one hand, the mercenaries are very united, on the other hand. The mercenaries are always intrigue, which is also a peculiar human landscape in the country of mercenaries.

At this moment, the battle between the zombies and the zombies has come to an end. The zombies exposed to the sun have almost no power to fight back. One by one are cut down by the mercenaries. The mercenaries are still worried that the zombies will not die, but they will become more and more fierce. Until the zombies are cut into pieces, it is a slap.

The dozens of mercenaries who first ended the battle were relieved, as if they had defeated a fiercely high-order Warcraft. Standing up to the chest and looking proudly, he came to Ozkuqi. They didn't realize what other mercenaries were looking at them until Ozkuqi stepped back a few steps. I was there.

Although the battle was over, the scars left by the zombies were still there. One of the mercenaries was bitten by a zombie on the face. The left scorpion has become bloody, blood flowing over the cheeks, flowing through the neck, and dyeing half a shoulder. There was a **** red one; there was also a wound in the chest of the mercenary, which was a deep visible bone. It was a scratch caused by a zombie. Two mercenaries each lost one ear and stood side by side. It seems a bit funny, at least half of the dozen mercenaries are injured, but there are serious injuries and minor injuries.

On the other hand, the other mercenaries, the situation is similar, as long as they have been fighting with the zombies, most of them have been injured, Ozkuqi's throat shook a bit, the hard eyes of the saliva, his look looks very complicated, as if brewing A painful decision.

The mercenaries there are already aware of what happened. Some mercenaries are rushing to find wounds on themselves. Other mercenaries who don’t need to find anything at all have a desperate look. They are spinning between life and death. Maybe not afraid of death, but facing the fate of being a zombie, they are really scared.

"Don't panic! I know a bright priest, he will remove all the dead spirits in your body." Ozkuqi suddenly said loudly: "All the people who were scratched by zombies stood up and stood here. I have to arrange it."

Ozkuqi’s statement gave the desperate mercenaries great encouragement. They showed a happy color and quickly gathered together in the words of Ozkuqi.

"Ozgoqi, where are the bright priests you said?" A thin young man stood up and asked loudly.

“It’s in Whitewater City!”

"How can the Bright Priest come to Baishui City?"

"Ye, I don't need your management, this is my secret!" Ozcchi cried angrily.

"Well, I don't care about your business, but I ask you, how long will it take us to get back to Baishuicheng?" The young man named Ye asked without hesitation.

Ozkuqi was silent, and slowly lowered his head.

"When the darkness begins to cover the earth, the spirit of the dead will attack and turn them into zombies! Unless you are a space magician, it is impossible to send them to Whitewater City before sunset!" Slowly said: "And I still doubt that you don't know a bright priest!"

"Ye, what do you mean?!" Ozkuqi shouted.

"I mean it is simple, you are lying!"

Ozkuqi was speechless and his body was shaking slightly.

"In fact, everyone understands that they just don't want to admit it." The young man named Ye glanced around: "Even if the priests suddenly appeared here, they might not be able to save them! I didn't want to say it, but I couldn't help. Said, they were our companions, our brothers, but they are not!"

"Yeah, they will attack us!" Ye’s speech won the response of some mercenaries, a mercenary said loudly.

The injured mercenaries silently, only looking at Ozkuqi, waiting for the leader of the alliance to explain that they would complete the promise, and Ozkuqi suddenly suddenly fell to the ground, grabbing his hair with both hands and tearing it hard. It was a painful appearance to the extreme. This action made all the injured and uninjured mercenaries understand the truth.

Anfei reveals a smile that is utterly absent. Although there are not many times of contact with Ozkuqi, he knows that Ozkuqi is a man of some kind of heart. Anfei does not believe that Ozqiqi has no such control. Obviously, Ozkuqi also knows what kind of means is correct at the moment, but he wants to buy this person, so he performed a double spring with the young man named Ye.

An old mercenary, who was fifty years old, coughed a little and said in a hoarse voice: "I am very old, I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to become a dead body without soul." After the old mercenary 跪Fall to the ground, close your eyes, and silently recite a few words with a pious voice.

Other injured mercenaries also fell to the ground, and their voices were disorganized, but the sad atmosphere could not be described in words. The female mercenaries on the crowd could not help but shed tears, and the faces of men were also stretched. Tight, hands clenched into fists, as if you want to beat people. Those injured mercenaries squatted down, representing their own choices. Both sides were suffering from stalemate. Now they are sad. Although they are all negative emotions, the former is harder than the latter.

"If ... also treat us as partners, please come and save us." The old mercenary slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." The young man named Ye hesitated. He pulled out his long sword in his backhand and walked to the old mercenary in a flash of his body. He fell into the sword and stabbed the chest of the old mercenary.

"Don't!!" Ozkuqi screamed, rushing forward, but his body was smashed a few times, and he fell to the ground, apparently because he was too sad and unconscious, Orsi and The heads of other mercenary groups were shocked and surrounded Ozku.

"Don't be nervous, let me see." An Fei walked a few steps to Ozjuqi, shaking his wrist with both hands and shaking it. Kuqi, but with the family's tangled bones, so many mercenaries voluntarily went to die, Ozkuqi actually still acting, let Anfei feel resentful, so he decided to teach Ozkuqi once.

The pain of the skeletal hand is not something that ordinary people can bear. Ozchi screams and screams from the ground, and screams at Anfei with his panic.