Big guy is always cool

Chapter 121 The corpse is angry (thanks to the book friends who voted for the first monthly ticket for this book)

The sun is in the middle of the sky, and the sun is generously pouring infinite light and heat all over the earth, burning itself to feed all things in the world.

The golden sun shone on her body, warm but not hot, the temperature was just right.

In the dark cave, the corpse looked angrily at the sunlight penetrating through the entrance of the cave, thinking in his heart: This is a good weather for basking in the sun.

The habit he had developed over the years made him want to take a step and enjoy it, but before he lifted his foot, he stopped again.

Basking in the sun was his hobby during his lifetime. At that time, he felt that basking in the golden sunlight was a wonderful and enjoyable thing, but not now.

He sighed faintly, but after the sigh came out, it was different from what he thought.That weird sound is like the howling of a wild animal, it reminds the corpse to get angry—you are dead.

Yeah, I'm not alive anymore, I'm just a zombie now.An undead who died in a war against demons, whose endless resentment and extreme unwillingness made his soul restless, and was driven back to the world from the abyss of death by hell demons.

Now, I am controlling this rotten body. Although the soul is still the same soul, and the body is still the same body, the boundary between life and death has already been divided at the moment of death in battle, and everything is different accordingly.

Sunlight!

The damn sunshine!

The corpse's angry sighs turned to roars.

He hated, hated that the sunshine reminded him of the beauty of the past; he hated, hated that his soul was trapped in this rotten and smelly ugly body; he hated, hated that he died and others were still alive.

He hated the hell demon god even more for making the souls of the dead who should have rested in peace unable to rest in peace, so that he who died heroically in battle had to be driven by his former enemies.

This kind of hatred is burning, and the soul that always makes the corpse angry is in a state of rage, and the burning of anger will devour people's reason and make people fall into madness.

The hatred of the dead towards the living, the unwillingness to be driven by demons, the anger that wants to be relieved but can't do anything, they hit the burning soul of the corpse, and are killing what little reason he has left.

When the rationality is exhausted, the corpse will become a zombie that only acts on instinct.In his own sense, that day would come soon.

It is a great irony that the hero who died in battle to protect mankind became an executioner under the command of the devil after his death.

The corpse laughed miserably in anger, his stiff muscles made his smile less sentimental, only ferocious.

He knew that from the moment he was unable to resist the power of the Hell Demon God and became a zombie, his fate was already doomed, but he didn't want the fate of those of his own race in the wilderness to be doomed as well.

I hope they can leave when they see the opportunity, so that they won't face us poor undead.

The corpse was furious and stood quietly in the darkness of the cave, the sunlight from the entrance of the cave fell in front of him, and it was only a step away from him.

One step forward is light, but I can only fall into darkness forever.

Sad?
Yes, it's really sad.

Painful?
Yes, endless pain gnaws at the fiery heart of the corpse.

Hate?
Yes, why should I suffer such a valiant death.

Why is the world so unfair?

why?
why?
why?
The corpse was enraged and held its head in both hands, and the churning resentment swallowed up the last trace of humanity in his heart. When the darkness drove out the sunlight and the cave became as black as ink, and when the cold filled the entire cave, an undead hero who returned from hell was born.

Ye Li raised his head and glanced in one direction, it was the cave where the corpse hid in flames.He clearly felt that a breath had become stronger just now, from a level [-] hero creature to a level [-] creature.

When the corpse got angry, it was completely sunk. His only remaining humanity disappeared, leaving only a corpse controlled by the dead soul.

A human hero has been reduced to such a point, what will other people in the world of Sanctuary think?Can they still maintain a firm will and swear to the death to resist the demons of hell?

If you can't live in peace even if you are dead, what should you do with the living?
Diablo is worthy of being the demon god of hell, and he plays psychological warfare very smoothly.If the players in the wilderness are really native humans in the world of Sanctuary, their morale will definitely be affected if they get angry with the corpses. Unfortunately, Diablo has counted thousands of times, but he didn't count the existence of such players.

His gaze fell to a certain place on the light screen, and Ye Li saw that the player rushing to the front had already encountered an enemy.

Huang Xiaoyang rode his horse and rode at the front of the team, carefully watching the surroundings, who knew if there would be any monsters in the waist-high grass.

The wilderness is full of grasses, which grow so tall even when they are born, and there are places suitable for ambushes everywhere. If one is not careful, he will fall into the encirclement of monsters, and no one can be careless.

In fact, no matter how careful you are as a player, no one can guarantee that they will not fall into the trap when facing monsters.

The grass in the distance was shaking, Huang Xiaoyang immediately shouted: "Be careful!"

Perhaps because of his voice, there was the sound of sharp objects whizzing through the air and hit him straight.

The Woma warrior standing beside Huang Xiaoyang took a step forward, his brass-colored body blocked Huang Xiaoyang behind.

ding ding ding...

There are bits and pieces of fire splashing.

It was a sharp thing about an inch long and shaped like a steel needle.

"Ready to fight."

The shield warrior slammed his shield forward, hiding his teammates behind him.

They had just prepared their defenses when the second wave of attacks arrived.

A sharp object like a steel needle collided with the shield, and the sound of doodiao was endless.

The bushes in the distance swayed, and the steel needles swung one after another, without giving people a chance to breathe.

Thanks to enough shield fighters in the team, and Woma as a human shield, it survived.If it were an ordinary team, the group would have been wiped out long ago.

"It's been almost 10 minutes. Why hasn't the monster's attack stopped? It's not going to consume us to death."

Hiding behind the Woma warriors, Huang Xiaoyang resisted the urge to fight out. If Xie Hongyi hadn't been telling him to wait, Huang Xiaoyang wouldn't be so honest about being beaten and not fighting back.

"hold on!"

As the eldest sister of the studio, Xie Hongyi said that, Huang Xiaoyang could only wait patiently.

The steel needle attack lasted for 15 minutes before it started to thin out.

Out of caution, Xie Hongyi didn't shoot at the first moment when the attack weakened, but waited for another minute, and seeing that there were few steel needles shot, she let Huang Xiaoyang and the others go out.

The soldiers who had held back for a quarter of an hour rushed towards the swaying grass, and they needed to find monsters to vent their fighting spirit.

Seeing that a fight was inevitable, but they didn't want to rush to the ground, Huang Xiaoyang and the others stopped and stared blankly for a long time, and then burst out laughing.

Judging from that reaction, they seemed to find something very ridiculous.

Xie Hongyi felt strange, and when he took a closer look, he couldn't help laughing at it.

It turned out that the assailants in the grass were none other than big bristle rats.What struck before was not steel needles, but rat hairs.

But now, these hard-haired mice have all become bald mice, their fur is gone, only their bare bodies are left, squatting in the grass like meat balls, looking at the player pitifully at this time, that weak, pitiful , and the helpless little appearance makes people laugh.

　What should be added will be added, and we will never break our promise.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)