Ride and Cut

There are about twenty so-called "snake people" in total, with a human figure above the waist, but with a snake tail thick as a bucket below the waist. They were about two-edged in height when they stood upright, but if the snake's tail that was winding behind was also stretched straight, it is estimated that four-edged were more than enough.

The size is very large, but it does not detract from the agility when advancing-the thick snake tail swings quickly, and the whole person is like gliding against the ground, rushing toward the mountain fort.

"Undead again?" Lord 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, so there is no need to worry about being disturbed by monsters. But Richard did not 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 Gaoshan Fort and hadn't settled down yet, unexpectedly found a monster in his backyard.

Even in the age when the undead is most ravaged, few people will get the same level of experience, which is simply a privilege.

The honor of these "snake people" is enough to leave a lifelong psychological shadow on the boldest children. The body and limbs are all shriveled to the extreme, and at a glance, it is clear that it cannot be a normal flesh and blood life. The surface is tightly wrapped with old bandages from beginning to end, even the eyes and mouth are no exception. Probably because it lasted for a long time, the color has been dull and yellow, stained with mud and blood from unknown sources, and it looks disgusting to the extreme.

Only the lower body "snake tail" has been rubbing against the ground, and a little bandage is worn off, exposing the skin covered with scales and the maggots that got in and out.

They were holding two waning moon scimitars, the blades were as bright as a mirror, and the blades shone with cold light. When he dashed forward, the face wrapped in the bandage opened his mouth wide as if he was roaring up to the sky, but he didn't make a sound.

Richard is almost certain that the tragedy of the left-behind vassal was handled by these snake-man mummies. Some blood stains on their bodies are still relatively fresh, and they have not had time to oxidize and turn black.

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

"Kill them first before talking." Richard drew out the Dragon Slashing Great Sword and turned the sword flower casually.

The centaur that has stood the test of battle has not been disturbed by the enemy's terrifying appearance at all. He drew out the arrow in a hurry, and put it on the bowstring for a lot of time. When the "snake man" entered the effective range, suddenly two rounds of fierce and swift arrows burst out like a storm.

These high-ranking archers are quite strong, questioning their archery is as boring as questioning the truth, and the arrows that fly out go straight to the vital points of the undead such as the eyes and the skull. For them, the trivial task of assigning targets can be accomplished only by tacit understanding, and it is absolutely impossible for too many people to aim at the same target, leading to low-level mistakes of redundant firepower.

But what is unexpected is that after two volleys of more than sixty centaurs, there are still nearly ten "snake men" who have not fallen and continued to move towards

Li Cha could see clearly, it was not that the centaurs missed the point with their archery skills.

It was the bandages wrapped around these snake-men, which seemed to possess a certain defensive power. Some arrows are clearly in the eye sockets, but after passing through the bandages, they are not strong enough, and hang on them softly, swaying as the mummy's body rises and falls.

The Centaur of Alpine Fort now has a tendency to show off skills-goals that can be solved with three points, even if four points are used, will be considered as lack of skills and poor craftsmanship. At first, they didn't pay much attention to these enemies who were only wrapped in cloth strips, so two rounds of volleys were swift and more powerful.

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

"Shit!" This kind of battle result is undoubtedly very embarrassing for the arrogant Centaur Rangers. Hutt made a rare **** and led his family to make another round of shots.

"Keep alive." Richard said.

This time, even if the Holy Light God descended to the earth, he couldn't save the mindless undead who didn't even know how to evade and only knew how to rush. Arrows shot into the eye sockets, directly destroying the fire of the soul, and they suddenly fell down like losing power. Only the one that ran in the front was particularly cared for, and all the centaur that had freed up bowed at it all.

The sound of "Didole" in succession is like a woodpecker cutting wood. With the joint efforts of dozens of centaur, the mummy's limbs were shot off one by one. Although this kind of injury is not fatal to the undead, it is inevitably deprived of all mobility.

Several centaurs put their bows and arrows away and walked over, dragging back the two corpses and the lucky one who had survived by fluke.

"Untie the bandage on it." Richard pointed his chin to the mummy with broken limbs.

It was obviously unconscious, and at this point it was still struggling to attack, and it was crushed to death by a few horseshoes and could not move on the ground.

Although for the undead, attacking living creatures is their most direct instinct, but the lord is still full of fire. For him, short-term protection is also the most direct instinct.

He Jiao nodded and held the machete handle, and saw a sudden cold light flashing, and a vertical mark appeared on the bandage of the snake-man mummy's face, and then it slowly cracked.

"This hand is fine." Lord Lord did not rush to see the undead, but turned his attention to the centaur with interest. This kind of control that is enough to stun laymen is not so easy to master.

"Hey, nothing more than boring juggling." Hutt has always been humble. He stood on his tiptoe and gently picked up the cracked cloth strip. The undead who was still alive saw the sun ~www.readwn.com~ and suddenly seemed to be bathed in magma. After a few short struggles, they quickly returned to silence.

"It turns out that the shroud is used to keep out the sun." Richard frowned and touched it. The feel is not 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 **** is this?" He didn't think about what kind of fabric could be tough to this degree. It stands to reason that if there is such a thing, it should have been widely promoted as a military material.

Although the flesh wrapped under the cloth strips is a bit dehydrated, the original appearance can still be seen roughly. The complexion was so pale that he could not help but suspect that this body might not have been exposed to the sun at all. And no one hair on the whole head can be seen, whether it's hair, eyebrows or eyelashes. The lord even deliberately picked up the grass stick and stretched it into his nostril to open it, and found that it was still hairless.

"It is said that a smart head is not hairy. It seems that this man must have been a peerless wise man before his death." Lord Lord told a joke, but unfortunately the centaur rangers didn't have any humorous cells, and none of them laughed.

They didn't pay attention to the details of the hair, but looked at the ears together-pointed and long, slanting upwards and backwards, exactly like the elves.