Ride and Cut

"Are you Seedorf?"

Two groups of people inside and outside the secret room stared with big eyes. After waiting for about 500 pulses, the light curtain finally dissipated on its own, and Richard immediately couldn't wait to ask.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that the undead is coming!" The old man walked out of the secret room and was able to observe the sky directly through the window, and the anxiety on his face immediately increased a bit.

"The sun has set." He sighed helplessly.

As the first source of all life in the world, sunlight naturally has the power to restrain all evil. And when the sun goes down, there is nothing to limit those monsters.

"But as far as I know, there has never been a large-scale undead in the past five hundred years." Richard shrugged.

The conditions required for the birth of the undead are very harsh. Since the last necromancer was annihilated five hundred years ago, naturally-born undead will only appear occasionally, and the number and strength are often very mediocre. Without even asking for help, the town pastor led a group of bold farmers to eliminate it.

"As far as I know, the same is true, but facts speak louder than words." Seedorf smiled bitterly. "Very terrible undead, the entire Winter City was turned to death in their hands. Even us people are hiding in the Holy Only escaped from the Light Barrier. But once the Holy Light Barrier is opened, it will definitely last for twelve hours, shutting us down until now before we can come out."

"Hey, kid." A burly Stuart officer stood up and grabbed Richard's shoulders. He could see that this Pompeian was definitely not a high-ranking officer, trying to force him to yield.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, hurry up and take us to see your commander!" The thick arm began to exert force, pressing it on the shoulder enough to cause ordinary people to cause sudden pain in an instant.

So Richard also took his shoulders to let him know what real power is.

"Ah!" The burly man like a giant bear immediately screamed and knelt to the ground, leaving two pits on the wooden floor with a "click".

"Bernard, don't be presumptuous. Believe me, this lord, there is really no time to waste." The tiredness on Seedorf's face can't be concealed. Everything that happened in the past day burned like a soldering iron. nerve.

"Just call me Richard." Richard let go of Bernard and nodded at the dozen or so people, "Come with me."

There is indeed a convincing power in this old man, but it is far from the real reason why Richard is willing to lead the way. In fact, even if they want to leave by themselves, Richard has to find a way to get them back.

These high-level Stuarts will take the initiative to imprison themselves in the barrier of the Holy Light, which is enough to prove that something unusual has happened. He must figure out what's going on, after all, the entire Ripper team is still in Winter City!

A group of people rushed out of the stone building, and before they had taken two steps, the strangeness had already appeared.

"What's that stuff?" With only a little light left, Richard saw several vague figures converging from the surrounding streets.

Although it is generally regarded as a human form, anyone who sees it will never think that these "things" are of the same kind. What a weird posture! As if a urchin erected a tower of building blocks, reluctantly maintained balance by twisting the shape, standing there crookedly, and shattered into parts with one push.

"They were all residents of Winter City." Seedorf's voice contained endless sorrow.

"But now they have become bloodthirsty monsters, so-called walking corpses!" Bernard gritted his teeth.

A more constant bright white light came from behind, and Richard turned his head and glanced.

It was a female priest who used the "sacred healing" to summon a light cross suspended above the heads of everyone. This magical technique can exert a small amount of healing effect, but the more important role at this moment is to disperse the darkness.

This pastor and Richard had a fate—before the siege began, Richard saw a group of pastors praying for the soldiers when he peered into the wall with a telescope tube, and she was among them. At that time, Richard was impressed by the delicate beauty like a peach, but at the moment he was a little embarrassed, and his clothes were still stained with dried blood mist.

"Except for the Holy Light Art, try not to use elemental power. Undead creatures are very sensitive to elemental fluctuations. This is a lesson in exchange for blood." The female priest nodded slightly to Richards, with no expression on her face, "Master Richard, My name is Vera."

Magic, fighting spirit, and magic are all elemental products. According to today's mainstream, even a little higher-grade power can't get out of this category.

"no problem."

But Richard agreed very simply. The Lord of the Mountain Fort relied purely on strength for his food. He just wanted to use the elemental power, but he couldn't use it at all.

With the help of magical light, he was also able to see more details.

No wonder Bernard called them "walking corpses", they were indeed walking corpses as literally said. Every walking corpse has terrible wounds, and even the intestines are behind them, but this does not prevent them from running toward the living.

Although the posture is weird, but the speed is really not slow!

"Boy, I'll deal with those two, you go and stop..."

Before Bernard finished speaking, Richard had already rushed to the forefront without a word. The Dragon Slashing Great Sword instantly disappeared from his field of vision, and the crowd heard an explosion after a short while. Under this sword, the three walking corpses were divided into six sections neatly and cleanly.

"The head is the sustenance of their soul and fire, you have to fight..." Bernard saw that the three walking corpses were still moving, but there was obviously no threat after losing their legs. He shrugged and said, "Forget it. Do whatever you like."

Richard's pace did not stop for a moment, and when he passed by, he exploded the head of a walking corpse with the Dragon Slasher.

Every time he kills an enemy, he will get a certain amount of experience from the system. Generally speaking, the stronger the enemy is, the richer the experience will be~www.readwn.com~ So conversely, we can also judge the strength of the enemy from the amount of experience gained. weak.

The experience given by a walking corpse is fifty points, which shows that they are not too strong. But with that kind of desperate energy, once there are enough, it will definitely be enough for anyone to have a headache.

"Will all the 300,000 residents of Wintery City become this thing?" Richard asked as he ran. He saw that Vera was struggling to follow, and after a short time he was out of breath, and he simply bent over to put her on his shoulders.

Pastors, like most element users, have poor physical fitness.

"No." Seedorf categorically vetoed it.

"That's good," Lord Lord felt a little relieved, his scalp numb when he thought of three hundred thousand monsters coming like a tide.

"I mean another 150,000 people flooded into Winter City before the battle." Seedorf said with a wry smile.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand?"

"Um!"