This is no longer a thousand years ago. Through the Holy War, people have accumulated considerable experience.

Even a child knows that the best way to deal with zombies is paladins and priests. Alternatively, the magician's large-area explosions are also quite effective.

But this knowledge was of no use to these slave catchers.

Because how could these three types of people be willing to degenerate and join the despicable industry of slave catchers?

At this time, the slave catchers raised their heads again and looked at the gray-robed man floating in the sky. They had also woken up and said, "Oh my God, he turns out to be a necromancer~!"

The man in gray robe made a low "Jie Jie" sound in mid-air and said mockingly: "Didn't Angel tell you? Thank you for the cheap souls you provided me. Without your hard work, our eternal family's grand plan would not be implemented.

Now, in order to reward you, so...become one of us~!

Hahahaha...hahahaha~!"

The man in gray robe laughed wildly with pride, the harsh laughter was high and sharp, and the birds in the distance flew up in groups and fled quickly.

The people around him turned pale with fear.

Someone said to himself in a daze: "Oh my God, what have we done?"

"What a deal we made with the devil..."

"..."

A slave catcher was so frightened that he seemed to be crazy. He dropped his weapon, held his head and shouted hysterically, "Ah!", then turned around and ran away.

Under his leadership, a group of people shouted, twisted around and ran away.

The zombies transformed by the natives had moved more than ten feet away. The legs of the other slave catchers were trembling, but the professional training they received allowed them to resist the urge to escape.

They threw down the crossbows in their hands and drew their long knives - although facing zombies, they did not have the powerful attack capabilities of paladins, priests and magicians, but as long as they used knives to chop off the heads of those zombies, they would still be able to attack them.

Fall down.

Moreover, previous battle cases have also proved that as long as the strategy is used properly, a professional soldier can deal with at least twenty zombies, maybe more.

Therefore, they were not too panicked and just stepped back step by step while waving their weapons.

At this time, a sharp scream came from behind, and the slave catchers couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble and looked back unconsciously.

The person who had just escaped ran back like a lunatic, waving his arms meaninglessly as he ran, shouting repeatedly: "We are surrounded. Surrounded~!"

"Oh my God, they eat people, and Old Vanna was eaten by them."

In fear, their voices became as shrill as a female voice.

The slave catchers at the front glanced at the approaching indigenous zombies. The horrific and disgusting faces of these zombies made them feel sick and frightened.

Some of those people sobbed quietly, and some even began to pray. Under this heavy surrounding, they no longer had any hope of life.

At this moment, one of the little bosses gritted his teeth, showed a determined expression on his face, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Damn it, let's fight~!

If the dead bird faces upward, it will not die for tens of millions of years.

If you want to live, fight with me to find a way out~!"

Then, with a loud roar, he raised his sword and charged towards the zombies.

"Can't wait to die, kill~!"

"The God of Light will bless us~!"

"Kill~!"

The slave catchers themselves were a bunch of outlaws.

Under his leadership, the slave catchers who knew they were in desperate situation suddenly burst into fanatical morale.

They risked their lives, shouted, followed the little boss, and rushed towards the zombies.

The slave catcher who rushed to the front shouted loudly, and aimed his sword at the zombie in front of him with all his strength.

The sharp sword split the zombie's brain open, and the yellow-black liquid burst out and splashed the slave catcher's face.

The headless zombie fell to the ground with a snap.

The crazed slave catcher yelled "haha" and slashed the zombies on the ground with his sword until the zombies were almost chopped into pieces.

The slave catcher's body was covered with zombie minced meat, and he screamed at the sky, encouraging others: "See, they can kill, they can kill~!"

The spirits of the surrounding slave catchers were shaken. They were afraid of unknown monsters, but as long as they could be killed, they would have a way to survive today.

The slave catcher's morale suddenly increased, and he bravely rushed into the zombies and chopped them vigorously, all of which were designed to dismember the zombies.

The slow-moving zombies were no match for them. The team of slave catchers quickly rushed into the swamp and fought hard into the depths of the jungle, trying to find a way out and escape.

"Help me, help me quickly..." A panicked cry for help came from behind.

The slave catcher looked back and saw that one of his companions had been surrounded by dense zombies because he had escaped from the large army.

He slashed desperately, but could not stop the zombies from approaching. The last sword got stuck in the bones of the zombies. The zombies around him swarmed up, and he was instantly overwhelmed by the black figures, and heard a lung-breaking scream.

But he did not die immediately, and his screams became louder and louder, irritating the slave catchers.

The slave catchers' hearts tightened upon hearing this, and they fought harder against the approaching zombies.

But soon they felt that instead of decreasing, the zombies around them were killing more and more. The zombies surrounding them had formed an airtight human wall.

They yelled unwillingly and chanted slogans, "Kill, kill, kill~!"

A slave catcher killed a zombie with great force, but his side was exposed. The zombie fell on him and knocked him to the ground.

Then he bit him hard on the face.

The slave catcher screamed and struggled to stand up. All the zombies around him fell on him in an instant, gnawing at him indiscriminately.

People around him didn't even dare to save him. They didn't even dare to look at him, so they could only run away in a hurry.

The man in gray robe was flying in the air leisurely, smiling and watching the performance below with great interest. When he saw the slave catcher killing several zombies at once with exquisite sword skills, the man in gray robe would even touch his palm and give a word of appreciation.

These slave catchers were either treacherous and evil outlaws, or officers and soldiers of the former Confederate Army. They were very skilled, otherwise they would not dare to go deep into the primitive jungle to capture indigenous slaves. This was a life-threatening act.

But there are still people who are constantly being caught by zombies. Once they are caught by zombies, they will be immediately overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty zombies. However, they cannot die for a while and can only scream like crazy.

The man in gray robe listened to the screams below and felt it was extremely pleasant. He flew to the side of the slave catchers who were fighting fiercely and said with a smile: "Work hard and work harder. You only need to kill sixty zombies each."

You can survive. Hahaha..."

Like a cat teasing a mouse, he happily teased the slave catcher below.

The number of slave catchers is still slowly decreasing. Amid the tide of zombies, one or two unlucky ones are caught and injured every time.

The number of slave catchers still fighting was reduced from fifty to forty, and within ten minutes only thirty were left.

After that, the number decreased faster and faster, and after a few minutes there were only a few people left.

Then like the last wave, it was drowned by black zombies...

Seeing this, the man in gray robe couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.

Originally, he thought that these people could hold on for a little longer, so that he could carefully appreciate the frightened and desperate expressions on their faces. But he did not expect that the other party would have been eliminated in such a short period of time.

Immediately, he waved his staff and turned around to fly back to the small village.

The zombies also followed the gray robed man numbly, slowly walking towards the tied natives on the ground - they also wanted to escape at that time, but the slave catchers were quite dedicated, and the wires they tied were all abnormal.

It's so solid that they can't escape.

At this time, seeing the zombies slowly coming forward, a group of natives screamed in fear and desperately tried to dig at the wire tied to their hands, but they could not move at all.

Watching the zombies gradually approaching, some even collapsed to the ground in fear, with their feces and urine leaking out.

Immediately, swarms of zombies swarmed up, roaring and falling on them, like a swarm of ants covering sugar cubes, and they were all submerged in an instant...

The man in gray robe didn't even look at the killings on the ground, but landed directly on the pyramid in the center of the small village.

Here, he still has the most important thing to do.

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Chapter completed!