Ride and Cut

Starting from the Alpine Fort, heading west across a vast wilderness of three hundred miles, then declared to enter the territory of former Stuart. There used to be some small towns scattered here, relying on the vitality of border trade to thrive.

But now, after a series of turmoil. The town has long been deserted, with rotten bones and dilapidated houses everywhere, and only a few residents remain here to survive.

They will use a shocking tone to warn every passer-by not to move on.

If you continue to march for more than two hundred miles without heeding advice, you will encounter a dividing line that is more eye-catching than the national border.

Although it is already spring, nothing related to vitality has sprouted over there. The dry tree trunks were twisted into strange shapes. The weeds on the ground had already rotted and turned black. Even the sky seemed to be gray, and there was a smell of cold and humid everywhere.

This is the dividing line between life and death. One step back leads to life, and one step further leads to death. And the team of Alpine Fort not only entered the kingdom of death, but also has been in it for five days.

This **** in the eyes of outsiders is nothing to them.

"Come here again with a skeleton." Lord Lord reverted to his old skills and rode a float bike, carrying Elizabeth by the way.

On the bridge of his nose, there are golden toad sunglasses, his hair is brushed meticulously with oil, and there is a rose in his mouth that is beginning to faint, which is a hundred times more chic than the most fashionable rovers in the city of Bales.

He opened his mouth to spit out the rose, turned his head and said behind him: "Sit down, ready to take off."

Elizabeth, who was severely afraid of heights, hugged his waist tightly, and waited until he flew to the height of forty blades and began to stabilize again before letting go-after testing, this distance was enough to make the skeleton unaware.

Since entering this contaminated land, although I have never seen a large-scale army of undead, but the scattered low-level goods have never been cut off.

Richard vaguely felt that this should be an early warning system-the undead is very sensitive to the breath of the living, and if a living person approaches, they will definitely avoid meeting and be discovered.

Once a conflict occurs, whether it is killing the undead or being killed by the undead, it may cause a series of chain reactions.

In fact, not only on the ground, but even in the sky, there are scattered skeletons and bats and zombie birds. Just taking Elizabeth with him alone, Richard could still dodge with excellent flexibility, if a big guy like Fengshen pterosaur would definitely be spotted.

Even Higuain engaged in aerial reconnaissance before, because the dragon's height in the air was much higher than those crappy stuff.

It has to be said that this kind of early warning system is almost impossible to fail, especially for a large-scale army.

But for the marching Thousand Rippers, this kind of trouble does not exist at all-they relax like a spring trip, passing by the skeleton carelessly, and some people even tripped it up with their feet.

The skeleton, who staggered and stood up again, seemed unconscious, and continued to move slowly in the original direction, without even looking at the Alpine Fort soldier close at hand.

In addition to Lord Lord and Elizabeth, the entire team also needs to avoid the undead, and everyone else can ignore it directly.

"Semi-dead transformation is really amazing." Even after seeing it many times, Richard couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Surely no one would believe that they could sneak in like this without worrying about being discovered.

Richard also saw with his own eyes that the group of people in the dark source light could hide in the army of the undead if nothing had happened, and then he came up with this idea. Try a sledgehammer, the effect is simply not too good.

"How far is it?" Elizabeth has had enough of flying, eager to step on the ground again to gain a sense of security, and couldn't help asking.

"Let me see..." Richard took out the map and compared it twice with his hand.

"It will be there at noon today." The air scooter landed slowly on the ground, and the lord snapped his fingers, "Contact Higuain and lead the air cavalry to prepare to attack."

Now let the air cavalry take off from the border of the dead land, almost just in time to launch a simultaneous attack with the ground forces, and fight a surprise blitzkrieg.

"Also, hurry up and replenish your stamina." Richard began to dig out the inventory from the space ring, which were shredded, sliced, and diced sand spider meat jerky, with a variety of patterns.

I have to admit that regardless of the source of the momentary loss of appetite. This kind of storage-resistant, ready-to-eat, replenishing salt, calories and nutrients is still rich, and the taste is not too bad. It is undoubtedly a top military ration.

Before entering this land, the issue of eating was considered as a top priority. Limited to only eight cubic ring storage space, it is not unreasonable to choose sand spider meat jerky instead of other bells and whistles.

As for drinking water, it is relatively easy to solve-although the local water sources are contaminated with undead pollution, but you must know that there are more than 100 entry-level holy light priests in this small army of 1,000 people.

Such a luxurious configuration, if occasionally release the semi-dead state to treat the water source is a problem, simply go home and hang it.

"Oh." There was a wailing all over the field, and the team was unwillingly slow to line up to lead the meal.

"This is so delicious, I think you are used to it." Carlos chewed hard, reaping the eyes of the people around him.

After five days without changing tricks and eating them together, the little card from a poor and sour background is not greasy.

"That's because you haven't seen a sand spider." Hutt swallowed fiercely, and quickly swallowed with a sip of water.

It is best not to eat too much before the war, and an unappetizing ration can be considered crooked.

After a short break, the team began to move on. Everything that I have witnessed in the past five days-gray soil, rotting crops, wandering undead, twisted dead trees. Looking up, there is only a vague light spot left in the sky ~ www.readwn.com~ The environment is so bad that even mice can't survive, which is enough to make any normal person feel sincerely disgusted.

And everything can be traced back to one place——

Allen, once only a non-famous agricultural town, the only specialty is pumpkins, which few people know except for local farmers and grain merchants. But since becoming the birthplace of the undead, the name "Allen" spread across the continent like a wildfire, and even the most innocent children will be moved by it.

For this disaster that made the entire continent feel inexplicable, if there is a place where everything can be found out, then it must be Alan.

Fifteen miles ahead, it is already in sight.

Richard closed his eyes, feeling the twisted and powerful undead magic. The once ordinary town is now unfathomable like a **** where demons gather.

"I'm curious, I'm really curious. Belluni, Belluni, why on earth are you doing this?" He opened his eyes, expressionless.

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