Li Nuo did not see the crowd crowded on the streets during the great revolution, the government''s distribution of food, the poor queuing up, and the animals'' grand occasion during the grassland migration.


    But today.


    This is the first time he has seen such a grand occasion.


    More than hundreds of undead people crowded the muddy path, crowded and stuck together.


    They dress up as farmers, covering their heads with straw hats or headscarves, in order to cover the rays brought by the scorching sun, but for them now, it''s no difference whether they wear them or not.


    The undead are holding farming props such as firewood knives. In the dense crowd, there are six wooden pillars, on which are bound people who do not know whether they are alive or dead. Their necks are wrapped with hemp ropes, and their feet are straw heaps that have not been disturbed by Mars.


    There was a small figure among the people tied up. He was wearing a mask and ragged clothes. He had a knife around his waist. He was blood stained. He was Gretel.


    The thief arrived too early and came in too hurry. He was caught by the undead and became the culprit of the punishment, although his guilt was unknown.


    Bang... Bang... Bang


    Five obese women crowded out of the crowd. They were wearing thick women''s sunshade hats, or more like wizard''s hats. They were holding books with black covers in their hands. They were holding nearly two meters of solid wood walking sticks. Every step they took, they had to let the tips of the sticks support their thick bodies.


    The fat women laughed strangely, and the undead were as silent as the air.


    There are hundreds of people at the moment, but the atmosphere is more uncomfortable than that of an old house in the dark.


    "There are too many people." Even the tea white, which was not satisfied and dried, showed its embarrassment.


    But Li Nuo said: "everything looks good, at least now all the enemies have not been" randomly "replaced."


    A fat woman suddenly raised her head and looked at their position. After only two words, she noticed them. They immediately closed their mouths, lowered their bodies, crawled back slowly, and did not dare to make a sound.


    These fat women are called "tutors". They are powerful melee type secret mages. From this point of view, they belong to the same vein as chabai.


    Of course, Li was afraid to speak up.


    They retreated to a far place where they could see groups of villagers, but they made sure that their whispers were not heard by the villagers.


    "Are you going to finish this branch line?" Chabai asked first.


    Li Nuo looks gloomy, thinking about how to face the present situation.


    Two ways, let malje make a bunch of traps, and then find a corner to attract the enemy to find a way to break them one by one, just like the attack strategy of tower defense game that orcs must die.


    Or


    "Chabai, listen to my voice and use [focusser]."


    "It''s a near death."


    "I don''t know if I don''t try. I have a way." Li Nuo put the decoction [black blood] hanging on his waist into his backpack, and took out a bottle of decoction [high storm], which had not been used for a long time.


    Killing the enemy can trigger a short pause, which is the characteristic of this bottle of suffering.


    Li Nuo pours down the high snowstorm. The smell of blue liquid like pen and ink makes him frown. He pinches his throat and then says, "time is running out. I can''t wait. It takes a lot of time for maljie to recreate the trap props. Let''s go straight ahead and do our best."


    "Well, full strength, right?"


    "That''s right, but spare some effort. In the first round, you''re mainly testing."


    Li Nuo got up slowly from his prone position, knelt down on one knee and stared at the crowd in front of him like a mosaic. He drank the blood devil Decoction and the female night devil decoction, breathed out the smell of blood, took out the fetter stone and put it into his trouser pocket.


    "[Summoning Stone] don''t use it. I can''t beat it any more."


    "I understand."


    Cha bai closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Although there was no wind, her hair was floating. It was the energy from the force around her body.


    Li Nuo stares down like a beast with his amber snake eyes.


    "Here we go."


    "How many floors can I carry a bag of rice..."


    An undead man with a torch, face stiff, but the corner of his mouth with a strange arc, he put the torch close to the thief''s side.


    Gretel''s face under his mask is like ashes, and his life is coming to an end.


    "Ha ha... At least I can see you one last time, Loretta."


    At this time, all the undead who were silent here looked at the top of a three story wooden house.


    All of a sudden, they were like bloodthirsty beasts. Their eyes showed a sense of killing. They rushed to the building, including their tutor.


    Hundreds of undead people make the precarious building unbearable. In the process of influx, some unfortunate guys are trampled into mud by their own people.


    The undead settlement is built on the cliff, on both sides of which are towering ridges and abysses. They can only break through the only building and move towards the goal of attracting their own killing.


    "Only the house has a large number of enemies, the rest of the surrounding has not been attracted to the monster." Chabai uses [white eyes] to scan and draw a conclusion.


    "Almost." Li Nuo picked up the oil tank found in the building, which had been out of normal use for a long time, and threw it to the door.


    The first undead broke out. Behind him, there were a lot of undead people, undead people who couldn''t see the end.


    Some of them appeared from the roof. They were short and small guys with sacks on their heads. They had poison tubes that could be fired from a long distance in their mouths.


    As soon as Li Nuo''s eyes lit up, he threw the last [diffusion explosive poison Throwing Knife] and inserted it into the oil area on the ground. In an instant, the fire spread, and the whole house was wrapped up in flames.


    The poison gas forced the dwarves on the roof to retreat, but they could not escape the fire. There were straw and other combustion supporting materials everywhere, and the neighboring buildings were not immune. The rumbling sound was heard all the time, and one old building after another collapsed.


    People themselves are combustion aids, so are undead people. As long as there is a fire among them, they can''t control the spread of the fire. They are like firewood that can move and roar, and they are almost ashes in the fire.


    "How much is left?"


    "At least two-thirds less."


    The spirits on their heads kept rising like a reverse timer, and the undead hanging in the fire had exceeded expectations.


    The sky was red with fire. Li Nuo stood before the heat wave and sighed. Sure enough, explosion and combustion are the truth.


    Suddenly listen to the woman''s singing, it is not understand the language, countless black particles fell on the fire, rapid rotation, such as the black wind will weaken the flame.


    The instructors appeared after the fire, followed by no less than 50 undead people.


    "None of the tutors are dead... It''s hard to deal with the remaining one-third."


    As soon as Li Nuo''s face sank, he opened the "Nei Qian · outbreak", and the blood mist gushed out from the pores of his skin. He suddenly turned into a monster like blood man, and the pupils hidden under the blood contracted instantly.


    "Tea white, it''s dry."