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Chapter 92 Where Are the Undead!Why is it gone! !

The place where Andor Town was originally located has been turned into ruins, and even in the daytime it feels eerie.When the town was attacked, there were not many villagers left behind, so there were not many undead inside. Compared with other destroyed towns, there was really no difference.

Someone casually slapped a rushing undead into the air, and then... stepped forward and began a body search.

Don't think too much, a certain money fan is not looking for money or anything, and he has no interest in those rotting corpses. Just look at the big mask on his face. People don't like corpses, he's just looking for little Pamela's mother Silva...

"Hey, find a coin!"

Uh... this is just a windfall... fuck you bloody money fanatic! !

The small town of Anduo is not big. A town center, a tavern, a blacksmith shop, dozens of houses, and a small shop are almost all the buildings. This is an ordinary town.

Someone didn't know what habits Pamela's mother, that great woman, had or where she liked to fight, so they could only wander around aimlessly, looking from room to room.

This is the most inefficient way...and the only way right now.

There are not many undead in the town, but they exude a dilapidated atmosphere. Zhu Weiyu has only seen one or two since he came in, such as the one in front of him. His clothes have changed piece by piece, but he is still holding his hands tightly. shield and sword on.

"Cut...you think I'm afraid of you if you have a weapon?" Someone looked at the weak undead in front of him with disdain. Ordinary people have to be stronger.

"Andor... can't give up..." A low murmur sounded from the mouth of the undead, and the sound came from nowhere, and this certain person was a little helpless.

The lungs and vocal cords are probably rotten, but he can still speak. If this technology is invented, he will definitely be a Nobel Prize winner in his previous life!
The voice of the undead was a little low, and Zhu Weiyu didn't pay attention to it. The folding stool in his hand was raised high, and he was about to shoot. At this moment, the voice of the bone frame sounded again: "Anduo Town... can't give up... hope!"

Andor town?hope?

Easily dodging the attack of the undead in front of him, the folding chair that Zhu Weiyu raised high still did not fall down, he wanted to try it at this time.

Although the undead are dead, their souls have not left their bodies.The power of darkness confines their souls in a small space as energy for subsequent physical activities, and the undead will not die until their souls are exhausted.Souls that are entirely composed of energy are also part of the reason why the living can live.

This is the principle of the existence of the undead. Their most important thing is the fire of the soul.

Theoretically, they still have their own consciousness, but they are imprisoned. As long as they break through the shackles of the dark power, they can regain their sanity, but in fact, at least so far, no one seems to have succeeded... because no one Soldiers will try to communicate with the undead in front of them to awaken their consciousness, and to awaken them, they need to know what the undead on the opposite side value most in order to prescribe the right medicine. This is the same as some things in psychology, all of which are awakening A closed soul.

As for the present, there is only one general understanding of the undead - just kill it with one knife!These filthy creatures!
Like natural disasters, the undead have brought too many deaths and injuries to human beings, and caused too many tragedies. When the undead monarch exists, how can anyone succeed?They are all controlled by the undead monarch!As for now?

Um... Have you ever seen the kind of hatred that absolutely cannot coexist between a certain country and a certain island country?

What? Rape?
Well, after all, this is a conflict between the same race... What if it is the relationship between eating and being eaten?

And what about those who have ideas they want to try?Most of them don't have the ability to avoid the attacks of the undead.What's more, in this world where the Sect of the Holy Light dominates human beings, most people who are full of scientific research spirit will be labeled as lunatics.This plane also has technology, such as the low-level technology of gnomes and goblins, which can only manufacture some gadgets, but these products are still synonymous with crazy and dangerous goods.

Uh, let's just talk about the rocket boots.It is to install two propellers on the shoes, and use the jet principle to accelerate the movement.This thing fails once in ten times, and that failure often results in an uncontrollable direction and distance of movement.

This kind of thing is usually used when it is very dangerous. If you rush to a safe place, it's fine, if you rush to a pile of undead... Rest in peace, child!
But, now there is someone who is an outlier.Coming from other planes, possessing great strength, staying with a bunch of crazy scientists every day... So, someone's experiment started.

"Hey, the one in front, wake up! Is this Anduo Town!"

"Oh! Don't... give up..."

The undead didn't care about someone's words, and now that he didn't get to the point, Zhu Weiyu dodged his attack again, and then began to experiment continuously.

"Do you have any family?"

"Your family is in the rear now!"

"Your daughter...son is safe now."

……

Sentence after sentence, Zhu Weiyu started talking nonsense, what he said didn't go through his brain, he was just trying his luck like a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.

Someone who has always been unlucky seems to make God a little bit embarrassed, and this time he seems to have won the lottery.

"Hey! Do you know what happened to Silva, Pamela's mother?"

The body of the undead trembled slightly. Although it was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, it couldn't escape someone's eyes. The little boy was overjoyed, as if he had grasped some key points, and continued to chase and beat him fiercely.

"Little Pamela's aunt took her away, but Silva stayed here. I was entrusted by Pamela to find her mother. Do you know where Pamela's mother is? That's very powerful The hunter..." I don't know the specific key words, but as long as there is a direction, a certain saliva is constantly spouting, and the poor undead is under the harassment of Tang Seng.

Finally, the movement of the undead slowed down, and the skeleton wailed in pain: "Stop talking! Stop talking!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

A rare trace of pain appeared on the rotting face of the undead, and he grabbed his head with both hands, and the shield and long sword in his hands had been thrown away.

The dark atmosphere gradually became thicker, the control of the undead in front of him gradually became weaker, and a certain soul was slowly waking up.

There was a smile on the corner of the little boy's mouth, and it was not in vain that he spent more than half an hour to do this. He gently put down the folding chair in his hand, as if nothing had happened... His patience was almost exhausted. No more, really!Just a little bit!

I glanced at the undead who were struggling in pain, and couldn't help but feel happy: "Hey, it seems that my idea is correct, but fortunately the undead monarch is dead, otherwise these undead will be irrational even if they are awakened by themselves. There is no way to get out of that guy's control, and he will continue to attack himself."

The existence of the undead monarch is the supreme commander of all the undead, and it is precisely in this way that the human kingdom will put all its eggs in one basket for a desperate battle.If you win, it will be bright; if you lose, the race will perish.Fortunately, they succeeded, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, and humans would be eaten away bit by bit.

The undead put down his hands holding his head with some relief, and glanced left and right. He seemed a little confused just after recovering his sanity, but it didn't matter. Zhu Weiyu had been experimenting for so long, so it wasn't too late.

"Hello, uh, I don't know how to call it?"

"...Londo, my name is Rondo." The hoarse voice of the undead appeared in the air. It looked at its current body, seemed to understand something, and sat down a little dejectedly.

"Hello, Rondo, my name is Zhu Weiyu." Someone knows that the first step in gaining communication is to build trust, "I accept little Pamela's request to find her mother, may I ask you Do you know where she is?"

"Hi... Silva?" Rondo seemed to have some thoughts in his dead fish eyes, he was recalling something, and then shook his head, "No, I don't know, after I was killed by the undead, she still Fighting... Oh! I am a useless guy! She never thought of abandoning us and running away, but at that time... I actually showed timidity, and then turned around and wanted to run away."

Rondo showed a trace of regret, but as a man, he showed fear. Originally, this was not a big problem, but there was Silva on the side as a foil, which seemed to hurt his self-esteem a little... .

"Oh, that's how it is."

Zhu Weiyu scratched his head helplessly, it seemed that it was impossible to get the news about Silva from Rondo, he looked left and right but couldn't find any other undead.

"So what are your plans?"

"Hey, what else can I do?" Rondo was a little discouraged, "They have all become undead, and there is probably no hope for them. Let's live one day at a time."

"This... how can it be like this! Even if you become an undead, you have to live well, at least you are much luckier than those who died directly." Zhu Weiyu seemed a little unbearable, and began to persuade Work, "Since the Holy Light has given you a second chance to live, then you should grasp it well. Although the undead race is very different from human beings, as long as you are alive, everything is hope."

"Really?" A little light flashed in Rondo's eyes, which was a slight light of hope.

A smile suddenly appeared on someone's face: "Then, Mr. Rondo, you..." Zhu Weiyu turned his head back, and just when he was about to continue asking, an accident happened.

I wiped it, the undead! !Why did it suddenly disappear! !

Why is Mao originally a "living" undead, but now there is nothing? ?

PS: Let’s revise the time a little in the future... Forgive Xiaocao for not being punctual or something else, at least one chapter before [-]:[-] p.m. before it goes on the shelves, and one change around [-]:[-] p.m.... I just got off work, and I can’t help it, so I ran back and forth too tired.As for why you don't need to publish regularly... just finished writing, and the archives are almost empty.

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