Chapter 167 Tide of Zombies (I)

A hiding place in the gray fog.

Surrounded by several twisted monsters, a beautiful figure was hidden among them. She fiddled with the sky-blue ball in her hand at will, and a three-dimensional map of the whole territory of the Night Territory emerged: "Where is the second-level God's Chosen of mankind? Why not? Come."

"Sir, did they rely on soldiers to kill the acorns?" The answer was a mage wearing a black robe, with fingers as dry as tree branches. He had a very serious hunchback, and he looked like an old witch in a fairy tale. , "There are only enough soldiers, so it is not impossible to kill the Chosen Ones, especially since they have city defense ballistae."

In the sphere, one can clearly see the ballista being set up at the gate of the territory.

"No, I have observed the battlefield of Acorn Fall. The battle traces are clean and neat. The opponent has warriors or assassins. We cannot act rashly. Let's first observe their performance against the zombie tide." The woman hiding in the dark stretched out her hand. , like stroking the cheek, caressing the magic ball, and said coldly, "The more power you can use to force out the enemy, the better. Food No. 1, take the fog lamp farther away. The power of the holy light makes me feel sick."

"Yes...Master."

Upon hearing this, the mage trembled and slowly took two steps back, the fear and despair in his eyes getting worse.

Who would have thought that he, a human mage, could only take orders from corrupt creatures.

"The next food is yours, so you'd better be mentally prepared."

The mage trembled with fright, almost dropped his staff, turned around and ran away.

Fortunately, the woman said gently: "If you win this territory, they will be in front of you, and you may be able to become Food Number One Thousand."

"Yes... I will do my best." The mage fell to his knees deeply.

The temporary fortifications in front of the Starry Night Manor were being built hotly. Field was on the sentry tower behind the stone wall, looking into the distance, and within a moment he saw a crowd of carrion corpses coming.

Then, one of the lone figures ran forward.

"This is... the Carrion Messenger?" Field was confused.

After the rotting corpse entered the range of the fog lights, it raised its hands in a very humane manner and walked slowly towards it.

The demihuman archer standing on the stone wall immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

"Wait, it seems to have something to say."

Field crossed his arms across his chest, curious about what the other person was going to say.

"Hello humans."

"Sure enough, he is an enemy with intelligence and can control the rotting corpse." Field's eyes lit up, and he immediately mobilized his fighting spirit. With the blessing of fighting spirit, his voice made the air buzz, "Hello, Miss who controls the corpse, please Explain your purpose."

"I do it for food," the wight responded, "just like humans kill cattle and sheep."

"Sorry, I disagree. Your behavior is a leopard trying to attack a lion." Field crossed his arms on his chest, "Don't take it for granted that killing humans is a matter of course. Corrupted creatures can still live without killing people."

"Haha, interesting idea, but I have wisdom, and I would rather make a deal with you."

"oh?"

It was the first time Field met such an interesting guy.

"Consecrate twenty people every month and dedicate a village a year for me to harvest. Not only will I not launch a zombie wave, I will also provide you with protection and help you transport supplies."

The rotten corpse stretched out its rotten tongue and licked the corners of its mouth. There is no doubt that the guy controlling it is making the same move at this moment.

"Hiss~"

Field was shocked, his scalp was numb, and he thought to himself: This guy actually knows how to breed scientifically!

You have to take it down, if you can't take it down, kill it.

If this guy grows up, he will definitely cause a natural disaster of corruption.

"That's a good suggestion, isn't it?" the corpse asked expectantly.

"That's right, your mother, Amynos! If I don't kill you today, you don't know what a black hand is."

Field casually took the bow and arrow on the side.

The bow is like a crescent moon, and the arrow is like a shooting star.

"Whoosh~"

Missed.

The arrow missed its target by a long way. Fortunately, there was a large group of rotting corpses in the distance. The arrow directly killed an unlucky guy, which was barely considered a shame.

"I'm so embarrassed. I forgot that my archery skills are average." Field was speechless. "I was hurt by wine and sex. From now on, I'll quit drinking!"

"Okay, my lord, great shot!"

"You can hit it from such a distance."

"amazing."

The soldiers on the side were smart guys who started to flatter me with their eyes closed.

"You will regret it. The power of the Corpse Legion will crush you to pieces."

After the rotten corpse finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then there was only a fierce light in his eyes as he attacked fiercely.

A loudspeaker sounded, and the dead corpses were killed by crossbow arrows.

"Haha, it can't even strengthen the legion. It's not level three at first glance. I'm afraid you are a puppy." Field patted the crossbow in his hand, "This thing is still simple."

According to known information, when the Chosen One reaches the third level, the Mark of the Chosen One will qualitatively change.

During battle, the mark of the commander-in-chief's chosen one will strengthen the legion he leads, and the legion will also feed back strength to the chosen one. This is cool.

As for the combat-type Chosen who specializes in one type of troops, such as Ashina, she will only give bonuses to the cavalry and can only receive feedback from the cavalry. However, they generally have good one-on-one abilities.

The chosen one with the triple blessing of army, territory and lord is in perfect condition.

"It's too far away to think about this. Everyone is a rookie now, so no one is afraid of who."

Field no longer thought about what was there and what was not. He didn't even see the rotten corpses on the first level. He really wasn't afraid.

The battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the black and gray corpses all over the mountains began to rush to the outer wall of the manor. The dense footsteps and the strange roars from the corpses gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"The young and strong retreated behind the stone wall and divided into two teams. One team strung the crossbows and the other team continued to dig trenches. The army moved forward and formed a battle array behind the trenches! The cavalry went around the back of the corpses and adopted a cutting tactic or attacked from behind."

Field commanded boldly.

The first army led by Ye Mu finished forming a battle array behind the trenches, and the long spears were like a reed. Each of the ten-man leaders kept giving orders and ordered the soldiers to hold their ground.

"Only more than 300 people?" The corrupted god who was hiding in the distance sneered, "3,000 against 300, the advantage is mine."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Field waved the spear in his hand: "Crossbow, shoot!"

"Boom!"

The city defense crossbows fired first, and five crossbows fired straight out side by side, digging into the corpses, instantly plowing out five straight bloody paths.

"It's really powerful. It's worth it that I abandoned a bunch of spoils. I have to bring it back." Field excitedly waved his fist, "Archers ready!"

The wolf-like archer immediately drew arrows from the quiver on his side and drew his bow.

"Shoot!"

As soon as the rotten corpses entered the range of the bows and arrows, the crisp sound of the bowstrings exploded immediately, and then there was the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

The unarmored rotten corpses are just a bunch of scary-looking mobs after all.