In a certain urban area in Jiangzhou City, a man with a thin body, gray skin, sunken eyes, and a shawl with white hair was riding a bone horse with a vest in a suit of armor.
Behind him, followed by a long line of skeletons and zombies.
He is the undead from hell, "Lord of Hell" Arthur.
On the order of Demon King Yuffie, he went to the castle of this city to show the city owner the purpose of the Demon Lord's visit, and "sincerely invite" the city owner to join the Demon Lord Yuffie in his great cause of conquering Aghanim Continent.
However, what makes Arter difficult is that in this huge city, there are towering castles on both sides of the wide streets.
Arthur was stunned for a while, and he didn't even know which castle the lord of the city lived in.
Several skeleton soldiers ran over carrying a citizen from another world and threw the citizen in front of Arthur.
With a language barrier, no ability to translate magic, and no translation tools, Arthur couldn't find out the location of the city's lord from this other world citizen.
The two sides cannot communicate with each other because of the language barrier, which has become a communication barrier between the two sides.
But Arthur is an undead after all, and he has his own way.
As long as the other party is also turned into an undead, then they can communicate in undead language.
In this world, there are all kinds of languages, but only the undead language, whether it is human or elves, orcs or dwarves.
No matter what language they speak in front of them, as long as they die and become undead, they can use the undead language.
This is the language with the largest "population" in this world, and it is also the greatest language in this wonderful world.
Arthur slowly pulled the frost-covered long sword out of the scabbard, and gently tapped the sword on the head of the citizen of the other world.
I saw a faint green rune appearing on the citizen's forehead, and a translucent human soul slowly floated out of the human body following the tip of the sword.
When the eyes of the two undead met, the new undead looked shocked, looked back at his body that was still half-kneeling on the ground, and was shocked: "? I'm dead?"
Arthur nodded slightly: "Yes, human, you have become an undead."
"Fuck, I'm shocked!! Can I understand you
No, I have the old and the young, and you actually…”
Even if it was an undead, the semi-transparent body of the citizen was trembling with anger.
Arthur didn't care so much, and stabbed into the body of the undead with a sword.
A chill that had never been seen before was instantly uploaded from the sword body to the whole body of the undead citizen, and the little bit of anger just now completely dissipated, shivering: "Okay... it's so cold..."
Arthur said lightly: "I ask one question, you answer one, otherwise you will be dissipated, and you can't even be an undead."
Doesn't it mean that feudal superstitions are not allowed? The citizens are crying and grief-stricken. He has a strong desire to survive. He nodded quickly, and frantically pointed to the cold sword stuck in his lower abdomen, indicating that the man in front of him looked sick. The bad guy quickly took it away, it was so cold.
Arthur slowly withdrew his sword, opened his mouth and asked, "Where is your city lord?"
"City lord?" The citizen tilted his head and looked at Arthur with a weird expression: "What the hell? What age? We don't have a city lord here."
It is absurd to try to find a feudal lord in a republic.
In a city without a city owner, this is absolutely impossible.
As a high-level existence in the undead world, Arthur knows that every city in the undead world is managed by a city lord. If a city does not have a city lord, it will soon be attacked by other undead or wild undead, and a new city lord will be born.
Even in the human world, those cities were lords of nobles sent by kings or emperors.
There is no city without a city owner, and the undead citizens of this other world are lying to themselves.
Arthur squinted his eyes and looked at the undead citizen, as if he was too kind just now, and inserted the sword again into the body of the undead citizen with a "huh".
Word by word: "Give! Me! City! Lord! Of! Information! Information!"
"I... We really don't have a city owner!"
A very tough outsider, even if the sword of the undead is inserted into his soul, he still keeps the secret of the city lord.
Admire, Arthur quite admire such a person.
Undead citizens want to cry but have no tears, boss, what I said is true, I say it with conscience.
However, Arthur's eyes flashed with cold light, and with a "shuh", he directly cut the "secretive" undead citizen in half in front of him.
With the gentle blowing of the underworld wind, the spiritual body of the citizen turned into nothingness in the air for a moment.
Arthur pointed his sword to the sky and shouted: "Army! Follow my orders! If you search a castle for a castle, you must find the lord of this city for me!"
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"Wori, my wife, hurry up and hug Yao'er and hide in the house, there is an chemical crisis!"
On the balcony of a certain community, a man stuck his head out with a kitchen knife and looked down.
Still thinking of the harsh alarm sound in the sky: "Here is the Jiangzhou City Emergency Command Center! There are a large number of invaders from other worlds in the city! ... "
In the garden of the community below, zombies with broken bodies crawled out of the ground one after another.
They were ragged, dragging rusted weapons and walking slowly on the ground.
Every step of walking can make the weapon dragged on the ground collide with the ground, making a creepy sound like "dangdangdang".
And it seems that they have just climbed out of the ground and have not yet adapted to the air of this industrialized city. For a while, the actions of this group of zombies are as slow as snails.
Someone in the community has already organized: "Hurry up and bring the women, children and the elderly home! The men are all armed, and help drag a little!!"
There are not many weapons at hand in the community, except for the stones in the flower beds, there are not many.
Seeing this, the low-level residents quickly shouted down: "Everyone, stay away, I will throw down my kitchen knife for you!"
"My watermelon knife is also for you to endure!"
"Wait a minute, I'll go to the passage to get the fire axe and throw it down for you!"
"Take the clothesline!"
"There are fruit knives here!"
The men below face their warm neighbors upstairs with tears in their eyes.
Throw it carefully, don't throw it on my head!
Mom, it's scary!
For a while, the airdropped supplies fell like rain. It was really a rain of swords and swords. If you were not careful, you might be hit by the big guy upstairs.
"Pfft!"
A fire axe accurately hit the head of the zombie who had been wearing tattered leather armor. When the axe went down, the whole brain was split open.
The man upstairs said happily: "I'll go, I'm so lucky, I killed a zombie!"
"Downstairs, go pick up the axe!"
The man upstairs is standing and talking, and it doesn't hurt his back, but there are so many women, children, and elderly people downstairs. The zombies on the ground flew over.
An indescribable stench came over immediately, and the man covered his nose: "It smells so bad!"
The old corpse, and the brain seeds were smashed by the fire axe, the smell that had been brewing for a long time burst out from the body, even if there was a paladin standing next to him and adding holy light, it would not be much better. go.
The man gritted his teeth, pulled out the axe with a "puchi", held it in his hand, and ran away with great strides, daring not to stay in that place for even half a second.
The men at the bottom of the community have successively obtained air-dropped weapons, and the residents upstairs are also instructing: "Who is that, there is a zombie behind you, kill it quickly!"
Fighting downstairs, watching a play upstairs.
Just like a multi-core onlooker watching a single-core game, you can do it, shut up.
Several men formed a team, watching the mud that began to rise in the flower bed, and suddenly warned: "There! There are zombies coming out of that place!"
"Let's go together!"
Three times, five and two, the zombies were killed by a few men before they climbed out of the ground.
Even zombies in heavy armor and full helmets are fine.
If a fire axe is carried on his back, no matter who he is, he will not survive.
"Fuck, the cement floor is moving!!"
Just listening to the sound of "clicking" on the concrete floor, there must be a zombie below who wants to climb out.
But after all, it's a concrete floor. Even if your zombie's nails are torn, you won't be able to climb out of the concrete with your bare hands.
"Hey, there's a mentally retarded zombie stuck in the cement and can't get out!"