Chapter 1060 Reward (please vote for me)

"Arise, my slave. The time has come to taste blood."

The voice of the man in gray robe was filled with a strange magic power, which made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, and then everyone saw the confused look on each other's faces.

At this moment, a sudden strong wind blew for no apparent reason.

The village was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks.

The strong wind mixed with the dust all over the sky blew everyone around, making it impossible to open their eyes.

But in the next second, the strong wind suddenly stopped as it came.

When the dust fell, everyone found that the scenery in front of them gradually became clearer. Only then did they see that everyone around them was in a mess. Their clothes and heads were covered with thick dust, leaves, thatch, etc.

Kind of debris.

Everyone lowered their heads and checked their bodies again, and found that apart from the layer of dust, there seemed to be no damage at all.

They couldn't help but wonder: What on earth is going on? Why is the wind so evil?

Everyone did not know that in the swamp surrounding this primitive village, the originally calm and rancid water suddenly began to fluctuate, like a big fish twisting its body in the mud.

Black mud and yellow water flowed up at the same time, and among the violently boiling muddy water, black bodies slowly floated up.

Their appearance is wrapped in sludge, and there are dead branches and rotten leaves stuck to the sludge. Their bodies under the rotten leaves and sludge are highly decomposed.

The skin and muscles were riddled with holes, and even the face was completely rotten, revealing the disgusting black-red rotten flesh and pale white bones underneath.

Most of the eye sockets are left with horrible hollows, and even if there are still eyeballs left, the eyeballs have prolapsed and are hanging outside the eye sockets.

These monsters were as clumsy as newborns, slowly crawling up from the muddy water, raising their heads and making unconscious sounds, slowly pulling out their feet from the swamp, twisting their bodies and walking slowly.

At this time, the slave catchers had already reacted.

This group of simple-minded and rude guys have completely forgotten what happened just now. They stood in the open space, raised their heads, looked at the gray-robed man floating above their heads, pointed at him, and cursed loudly.

Vulgar and vulgar swear words.

There were even some guys who took out their crossbows and shot at the gray-robed men. However, the crossbow arrows didn't even hit the corners of the gray-robed men's clothes.

Since that guy can fly in the sky, it means he is a mage.

They would not choose to fight against the mage if they had to gain their own. However, since they dared to join the slave catchers, a career that feeds their conscience to dogs, gives birth to a son without an asshole, and has a promising career, they are naturally used to lawlessness.

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If they dare to deduct their money, no matter who the other party is, they will copy him and kill him.

The man in gray robe stood high in the sky, as if he were dominating the world. He looked down at the guys below who were spewing obscene words as if they were looking at a group of reptiles and ants. He was not angry at all, but had a slight sneer on his lips.

Looking forward to the good show that is about to be staged.

The slave catchers didn't know that a disaster was coming. They were still on the ground, pointing at the men in gray robes in the air, jumping on their feet and yelling curses.

At this time, a strange sound suddenly came from the swamp.

It was low and vague. The sound was like the moans of a person in extreme pain.

It's full of tortured pain and despair, and it sounds depressing and terrifying. It's like a bucket of ice water being poured over your head, making you feel bone-chilling.

An ominous omen flashed through the minds of the slave catchers at the same time.

They stopped in unison and looked at each other for a moment.

The whole village was extremely quiet, without a sound.

They paused for another moment, and there was still silence all around.

Just as they were about to take a breath, they heard another strange sound.

The slave fighters all looked around nervously and said in panic: "Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"There is something weird, everyone be careful."

"..."

The sound came from the shadowy depths of the rain forest. Nothing could be seen in the dark woods, but the sound became clearer and clearer.

"Uh... uh..." The voice sounded like the lament of a person taking his last breath before an emergency.

Then there was the sound of animals splashing in the water.

The slave catchers could tell by the sound that a large group of animals was slowly approaching from the swamp.

"We are surrounded~!"

"Get ready to fight~!"

"Everyone, be careful...

"...

The fear in the hearts of the slave catchers grew stronger and stronger. They gathered around unconsciously and pointed their crossbow weapons at the jungle.

As they watched nervously, the rickety figure staggered and swayed slowly out of the shadows of the jungle.

The slave catchers looked stupidly at the slowly approaching figure and couldn't help but panic. Although the other party's movements were not fast, they were instinctively aware of the danger.

"What the hell is this?"

"It's those native slaves, kill them."

"Fire the arrow, fire the arrow quickly~!"

Following the heartbreaking cry, the slave catcher at the front raised his crossbow and shot an arrow at the black figure in the forest.

The crossbow arrow hit the black shadow accurately, making a sound like hitting leather. The crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the black shadow's body, leaving only an arrow tail outside.

In the slave catcher's understanding, those who were severely injured would immediately fall to the ground and die.

But something happened that stunned all the slave catchers. The man who was hit by the arrow didn't even stagger and continued to move forward in the swamp with clumsy steps.

"What the hell is going on?" The slave catcher who released the arrow screamed loudly and panicked: "Shoot, shoot him to death, I don't believe it."

He screamed loudly, trembling his hands, and loaded the crossbow again. Because he was too nervous, he tried several times before he succeeded.

At this time, the person opposite was only ten steps away from him, and even against the wind, he could smell the stench coming from him.

In nervousness, he hurriedly raised his crossbow, aimed it at the man and fired another arrow.

Others also hurriedly raised their crossbows and fired wildly at the black shadow.

Under the swarm of sharp arrows, the man opposite him trembled as if he was shaking.

When the arrows stopped, they saw that the man's chest was already densely packed with crossbow arrows.

Everyone didn't bother to draw their bows at this time, they all looked at the person opposite.

Immediately, I saw the man opposite me swaying for a few times, and finally fell down in the water with a 'pop'.

All the slave catchers couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief: they can kill him, it seems that the other party is not a monster~!

But before they could celebrate, they saw the shadow that had been shot down slowly rising up from the water, moving like a wooden doll, standing up stiffly.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the slave catchers sank to the bottom of their hearts.

"God of light, what the hell is this?"

"Cum, cum, cum hard for me."

"..."

While they were shouting, more and more rotten indigenous people were flowing through the swamp, emerging from the dense jungle, and slowly stepping onto the ground of the small village.

They made low groaning sounds from their ugly and disgusting mouths, and staggered towards the slave catcher little by little.

The slave catchers suddenly fell into chaos.

They pulled the bow string in a panic, pressed the crossbow arrows with nervous and trembling wrists, and then fired randomly toward the opposite side.

The number of rotten natives is increasing. Those in front have already entered the small village. In the rain forest behind, there are dense figures moving forward. Crossbow arrows can hit the target at will.

But those arrows, which were originally sharp and reliable and could kill a person with one blow, seemed to have completely lost their effect at this time.

No matter how many arrows were fired, they were like pebbles thrown into a rushing stream, disappearing without even a splash.

Everyone looked at the thing that was slowly walking forward and couldn't help but feel anxious and scared, but they still didn't dare to stop.

Someone was shooting and screaming: "Oh my god, what on earth is this~! Someone tell me, what on earth is this..."

"Zombie~!"

Suddenly, no one knew who it was, an idea flashed in his mind, and he screamed loudly: "Zombie~!"

The frightened and trembling voice shouted: "These people are zombies~!"

The crowd of slave catchers immediately became commotion.

They retreated in panic. Some people pulled out the personal cross from their necks, raised their hands in the air, and kept shouting: "Bless the God of Light, bless the God of Light..."
To be continued...