The knight in the abyss

Chapter 150 Zombies
"It does sound like a very clever strategy, and it takes a lot of courage to rob corpses." Ekmon praised, "What's the matter with those zombies?"

"That blue-skinned ogre made the corpses stand up again." The kobold king shuddered, "Those corpses are guarding the mortuary room and won't let us in! Some will even run out of the mortuary room, Wandering through the tunnels, and always passing our doorstep, it's like coming to life! But they're still dead, and we all know it!"

"We all know!" All the kobolds echoed at the same time.

"It sounds like the original zombies got out of control after the upper limit was exceeded." Karaline said softly, "But why did they all run to drill into that tiefling's basement?"

"Whatever the reason is, we'll just smash the culprit." Brutal shrugged, "That guy can't resurrect himself, can he?"

"Typical dwarven thinking, but it makes sense," Ekmon commented, and he turned to the fat kobold. "My followers and I will put an end to this... the evil of the blue ogre, Pai Your wisest, cunning, fearless warrior takes us to the mortuary, where he will witness my power!"

Skull made a very clever statement, but the group of kobolds below looked at each other, and no one moved. Obviously Ekmon's standard was a bit too high.

"Give me anyone who knows the way," Ekmon threatened the kobold king, "or you will take us there yourself!"

"Don't!" The fat kobold yelled in fear, and grabbed a guard beside him, "You, it's you!"

Once there is a target, the kobolds act quickly.They almost took pleasure in schadenfreude and grabbed the poor fellow, and then threw it over with a concerted effort.

The screaming public opinion representative wanted to run away almost as soon as he landed, but his tail was stepped on by the quick-sighted dwarf.

"Very well, we will get rid of that big guy in the mortuary, and then you can continue to 'rob' the corpses there." Ekmon maintained his unfathomable image, and fell slowly Floating backwards, disappeared from the kobold's sight, and then his temperament suddenly changed, "Very good, now we have a guide."

"I found that you seem to have a talent for being a magic stick." Lancelot commented, then squatted down in front of the frightened and trembling kobold, and said softly:

"look at me."

There was a special magic in his voice, which made the kobold obey involuntarily.

"Very well, do you have a name? What do other people call you?"

"Everyone calls me Taka." The kobold stammered. The human in front of him put him under great pressure, even scaring him more than the real king of bones next to him.

"I need you to take us to that mortuary. You will not be in any danger. If there is any battle on the way, you just need to hide." Lancelow took out two beautiful peacocks from his arms Shi, put one of them on the kobold's hand, "Look at this, do you like it?"

The kobolds were almost immediately attracted by the gems in their hands. Just as Lancelow guessed, any race that is good at digging has a natural enthusiasm for gems. Of course, the kobolds themselves think that this is because of their dragon blood.This poor race will not let go of any clues that can prove that they are also dragonborn. Only in this way can they temporarily ignore the tragic reality that they are at the bottom of the food chain.

He involuntarily stretched out his hand to grab another gem, but Lancelot withdrew his hand instantly.

"When you get us to the place, you'll get another one," Lancelot promised him.

The kobold got up resentfully, and then those completely destroyed traps came into his eyes.

"Uh, these..." Brutal was a little embarrassed, "We'll get rid of those zombies, and you won't need those traps for the time being."

"Taka is not responsible for arranging traps." The kobold said without thinking, maybe what he wanted to express was that he didn't care about the destruction of these traps.

Everyone followed the kobold and walked out, Kora asked curiously, "Taka, how far is it from the sunken corpse room?"

"Half-humans are not qualified to talk to dragonborn!" The kobold reacted very fiercely, and at the same time showed a very disdainful expression towards Korra.

"Answer her question." Lancelot's tone was completely non-threatening, but it made the kobold shiver involuntarily.

"It will take as long as one candle burns." The kobold said reluctantly, without looking at Kora at all, insisting on his prejudice in this way.

"It doesn't sound too far away." Brutal shrugged. "Who knows what their candles are made of."

The group returned to the fork in the road and continued along the road with the waterway.There are still many traps on the road, but under the reminder of the reluctant local resident, no damage was done to these intact traps.

After walking forward for a while, the surrounding environment has undergone obvious changes.The moss on the walls was beginning to die, the air was filled with this faint mist, and even the water in the waterways seemed to lose its color, turning a dull gray (the color before was too lively).

Everyone is very familiar with this situation, because this is the state near Hagrid Manor.

"and many more."

Lancelot suddenly made a sound and stopped the team from advancing.

He silently drew out the long sword behind his back, so everyone understood what he meant, and they were all on guard, staring closely at the corner not far ahead.

The sound of slap, slap gradually sounded, and a figure dragging a wooden stick appeared around the corner. Aramir stretched his luminous hammer to his shield, adjusted the angle slightly, and used the reflection of the metal shield to illuminate the limping figure.

It was clearly a dead body, and it seemed to have soaked for a long time before standing up again.His face was distorted like melted wax, his stomach was swollen due to long-term soaking, countless maggots were gnawing at his internal organs exposed to the air, and the long intestines were dragging at his feet, but all these were very important to him who was dead. Didn't cause any trouble.

The sudden light seemed to stimulate it, and it might also be due to the fragrance emanating from the flesh and blood of the living. The undead creature became frantic and rushed straight towards the crowd.

Brutal wanted to throw his hammer, but a certain déjà vu made him stop, which relieved Lancelot, who had been paying attention to his movements, that the dwarf still seemed to have a normal memory.

Just when the zombie was about to enter the attack range of Lancelot and Pluto, an accident happened.It stepped on its own swaying intestines and stumbled.

The forward momentum caused its body to slide another section on the ground, landing right at Brutal's feet.

"Is this the legendary attack failure?" The dwarf turned his head to his companion and smashed the zombie's head into a ball of fleshy pulp with a hammer.

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