"Grandpa Mom is back!"
Before approaching the village, veteran Mom heard the excited screams of children in the village.
That sound was like the sound of nature, which made old Mom forget the fatigue of traveling and traveling, and he felt infinite energy all over his body.
"Hahaha, boys, let's go quickly. If you don't go faster, those greedy kids may swallow your tongues." Mom greeted and stood up.
"Hahaha..." The young men laughed heartily when they heard the sound, and their steps suddenly moved three minutes faster.
The cargo on my shoulders and back no longer seemed heavy at this moment.
As the young and middle-aged people entered the village, the old, weak, women and children from all the families, who had been alerted by the children's screams, walked out of their homes one after another and gathered around them with excitement on their faces.
It's winter and the cold wind is biting, making it difficult to get to the city.
For their entire village, which is far away from the town, it is even more difficult to get to the city.
However, daily necessities always have to be exchanged and purchased.
No, the village chief Mom specially took the young men of the village to the city to exchange goods with bacon and skins.
Different from previous years, thanks to the mercy of the God of the Internet, everyone in the village practiced fighting skills, and some even learned simple magic, greatly improving hunting efficiency.
Bacon is hung on the beams of every household.
This is not over yet.
A few months ago, the Imperial Mage sent someone to bring mallow seeds. These are the seeds. Good guys, if you just sprinkle them in the wild mountains and forests, green stubble will appear in a few days, and you can pick them in more than a month.
If you pick a crop, it will grow.
Everyone followed the recipes published on the Internet, chopped mallow and mixed it with black rice flour, kneaded it into lumps, boiled it over high heat, sprinkled a little salt, and drank a big bowl of it in the winter, and felt warm all over. Get up, don't mention how comfortable it feels.
If it is paired with a plate of thin slices of bacon, tsk tsk, then life will really never change.
The abundance of food made the village finally willing to take the excess bacon to the city in exchange for better things.
"Oh, Aunt Lei, look, this piece of floral cloth is so beautiful!"
"No, Mr. Mo, where did you buy it?"
"Hahaha, I saw people on the Internet saying that Aunt Nina of Chengxi weaves the most beautiful and strong linen. I went to have a look. Don't tell me, it's really good."
“What a sharp boning knife!”
"Grandpa Mo, where is the maltose you promised?"
"Here it is, here it is!"
Everyone in the village gathered around the goods carried back by the young men and appraised them, with happy smiles on their faces.
The woman, who is skillful with her hands, has already discussed what these cloths can do.
The children were chasing and playing with maltose.
The older children took over the newly purchased weapons from their fathers and started playing with them enthusiastically.
Mom looked at everyone's excitement, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
He took out the expensive preserves he bought specially from the goods, left the villagers, and walked towards the center of the village.
A wooden house was built there.
The house is not big, only one room.
There was nothing in the room except for an elaborately carved shrine, which stood opposite the door.
In front of the shrine, there is a table.
Mom knelt down on one knee devoutly, took off the machete from her waist, then placed the precious preserves on the table and sang softly:
"The great being from the blue star, you are the master of language and writing. You are the founder of the Internet. Under your protection, I will be connected to all living things."
Internet pages floated before him as always.
Mom smiled. The God of the Internet is really the most down-to-earth and hard-working God he has ever seen!
He always responded to requests.
I don’t know if it will be tiring for him to respond to countless people’s Internet requests
Thinking of this, Mom laughed at her naive idea.
"Grandpa Mom—"
A hysterical scream made Mom's smile suddenly freeze. He grabbed the machete and rushed out.
Before he could ask, the scene in his field of vision made his pupils dilate, goosebumps spread all over his body, and he felt chills from his head to his tailbone!
I saw a light gate with a height of more than ten feet suddenly appeared in the Elk Forest.
The black vortex rotated in the light door, and huge bone dragons flew out from it, hovering around the light door.
In the lower half of the light door, countless skeletons, living corpses, lichs, and zombies swarmed out.
"Grandpa Mom, then that...what is that?"
The young men in the village rushed over with frightened faces.
Mom stared blankly at the horrifying scene in the distance. After a while, he roared hysterically:
"Run! Run towards the city, that's...that's the army of Hades! The army of the undead!"
Dead silence swept across the place.
All the villagers were collectively sluggish.
The next moment, chaos and screaming descended on this border village!
Some people were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the teleportation array in the distance;
Some people rushed home in fear;
Someone trembled and huddled under the couch;
There are also people busy in the corner picking up soft goods;
Some people were so confused that they knelt on the ground and prayed to the Master and the God of the Internet.
"Run! Don't take anything, just run. It will be safe if you run into the city!"
"Asshole, run! It's too late, don't pack your things."
"Ron, run!"
Mom ran frantically through the village, calling on the villagers to flee.
But there are too many villagers, and at this moment, there are all kinds of reactions.
Some people can still run away decisively;
But more importantly, it is a reluctance to let go of home and property.
For them, every drop is precious, and there are too many things to pack up.
Mom looked at the gradually gathering army of undead, gritted her teeth, and could only call on the gathered villagers and children, and fled the village in a hurry.
The cold air poured into my lungs, but it couldn't extinguish the burning heat in my lungs.
The crowd was running wildly, and due to differences in physical strength, the villagers gradually formed a long line and scattered scattered.
When Mom climbed up a hill with the young man and looked back, the bone-chilling terror and endless despair eroded everyone's hearts.
The black undead army rushed into the village, and then spurted out in the blink of an eye, swarming along the long queue of fleeing people.
The huge bone dragon roared past the heads of the crowd, spitting out a painful and corrosive breath.
In the breath of darkness, the villagers howled and scratched desperately, and their flesh and bones were peeling off. When the white bones were exposed, the cold skull caves of low-level skeleton soldiers lit up.
The strong body turned into a living corpse, opened its mouth with broken skin, and rushed towards the family members who had escaped the breath!
"Mother-"
"grandfather-"
The young men and children gathered around Mom looked at the crowd in the distance and screamed hysterically.
"Run!"
"Run!"
"You'll be safe if you run to the city!"
Mom frantically held the child who wanted to rush down to find her mother, held back tears, and ran towards the city.
The road to escape is so long!
The legs seemed to be filled with lead and weighed as much as a thousand pounds, but Mom had to use all her strength to lift them and move forward, step after step.
From time to time there are bone dragons in the sky, tearing the sky apart and roaring past!
I don’t know if Mom and others are too small, or if they have received new orders.
They had no breath, which made Mom and others tremble in great terror, but they had no chance to tremble because behind them were the undead army all over the mountains and plains.
After an unknown amount of time, Mom and others finally approached the city.
A layer of light blue magic shield, like a thin porcelain bowl, was placed upside down over the city.
At the edge of the magic shield, countless fleeing villagers were beating the light curtain frantically, wailing miserably at the mage to let them in.
"Let us in, please!"
"Mr. Master, I won't go in. Can you let my child go in?"
The miserable wailing sound was like countless ice picks piercing Mom's heart.
Above the magic shield, bone dragons were hovering, and in the blue skull cave, they were coldly waiting for the decision of the city's guardian.
"How could this happen?! How could this happen!"
Mom stood next to the magic shield, with tears streaming down her face, stamping her feet and wailing.
The city guardian seemed to hear Mom's wailing, and the magic shield suddenly disappeared.
Countless people threw themselves on the magic shield, staggering and falling to the ground.
But instead of yelling, everyone was overwhelmed by the deep joy. Everyone rushed towards the city like crazy.
At this moment, the magic tower standing tall in the center of the city suddenly burst into dazzling light.
Mom stared blankly at the light. He clearly saw that the magic tower had fallen!
At this moment, the bone dragon hovering in the air, not afraid of the magical impact of the collapse of the magic tower, rushed into the city, opened its ferocious fangs and breathed out billowing corrosive breath, filling every street.
Mom is like falling into an ice cave!
Countless people who fled were dumbfounded and stunned.
Collapse, despair, sweep across people's hearts.
After a while, Mom wiped away her tears. He pulled the boy Ron beside him, opened the Internet, pointed to a saved picture and said: "This is Willis, run there, remember?"
Ron, who was only fourteen years old, nodded blankly.
Mom turned off the Internet, took off the Internet ring, put it into Ron's hand, and roared hysterically: "Run! Take out the milk power! Run!"
Years of fighting spirit training made the boy Ron subconsciously grab the ring and run away instinctively.
While running, he suddenly came to his senses and looked back at Grandpa Mom.
I saw the white-haired Grandpa Mom, pulling out the machete that he had not thrown away even though he was running for his life, and turned to face the army of undead that was coming like a tide.
Veterans never die.