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"I think we need to take a shift to rest tonight. Those retreating undead will definitely not give up so easily."

"next."

"I do have a question I want to ask Simon." The panda man said, he cast his eyes on Simon who was sitting across from the fire, and asked.

"Huh?" Simon looked up at the pandaren in a daze.

"During the battle, did you say that you and Younis were attacked? I just want to ask what caused this."

And this thing?

As soon as the pandaren's question came out, other people also turned their attention to Simon, obviously they were also very interested in this question.

"There's a reason for that," Simon explained.

"For some historical reasons, all the undead in the Wakanda world we are in now especially hate the culprit who once caused their genocide..."

"They hate Americans?" Li Gangjing rushed to answer.

Simon glanced at him leisurely and shook his head.

"No, they hate all whites and blacks."

"What." The players present were shocked when they heard this sentence.

"But, aren't you also Caucasian?" the panda man asked suspiciously, and the person being questioned nodded.

"Indeed, but other than that, I am still a pure necromancer. My body and magic power have no grievances, and I can use my dead energy to disguise myself as a dead person at any time, without worrying about any major problems. sequelae." Simon explained that although everyone did not know whether what he said was right or wrong, they could only assume that Simon did not lie without evidence.

"Then can you help other people disguise?"

"No, you are not death-type superhumans. Your body is not adaptable to the magic power of death, so you can't disguise it." Simon shook his head, denying the pandaren's proposal.

"Then what happened to Younis?" Chang Wei asked curiously.

Simon turned his head and looked at Eunice, the little leprechaun. The latter had no interest in such a meeting. In addition, he was still injured. After the meeting started, Eunice sat in his wheelchair, brought by the fire Under the warmth of the warmth, he fell into a heavy sleep.

"Irish leprechauns are one of the descendants of the ancient goblins, and the ancient goblins once formed a deep friendship with the elemental spirits of the Wakanda world and signed them as allies. Now, the elemental spirits of Wakanda have left this world A devastated world, but their pact with the goblins is still there, and the leprechauns also enjoy the protection of this pact," Simon explained.

"As long as the Irish leprechauns don't act hostile or try to harm the inhabitants of this world, the natives of this world will not harm them, so the attacking undead outside will not harm Eunice either. " Simon glanced at the sleeping Younis again, and added.

"Some outsiders who came to this world by accident, or half-life and half-dead things are exceptions."

Under Simon's explanation, everyone understood why the two of them would not encounter the attacks of those undead.

"Simon, there is really nothing you can do to help us avoid those undead?" the pandaren asked unwillingly.

"Even if it's just a few people."

"No way." Simon said firmly.

"Alright then." The pandaren said, turning to look at Lao She at the side.

"Boss, I have a proposal..."

……

The haters... are powerful.

Dressed in rags, the Indian with a blue face stood on the sand dune, quietly looking at the campfire in the distance.

After watching for a while, this man with a Chinese character face and a typical Indian appearance turned around and walked down the sand dune, walking towards the fog behind, and in the fog, a large group of illusory wraiths and fur-covered zombies were there Waiting and watching him, just as he was alive, the warriors of the tribe were ready to fight against the whites who invaded their homeland under his leadership.

The Indians had already died. In a battle to protect their homes, they were shot to death on horseback by a large number of white executioners with muskets because they ran out of ammunition and food. Then, in a state of dying, they watched themselves with their own eyes. The last members of the tribe fell down, watching their scalps being cut off with a knife by a white man with an ugly face, no matter men, women, young or old, including myself.

Hate, he hated these white people, hated the world, hated why he didn't have the ability to lead the tribe to repel these invaders.

Endless hatred, until the Indian fell into the deepest darkness, still burning in his heart, making him restless, unable to sleep forever, and then he stood again in this world, in this world full of death. up.

The Indian woke up again, his memory was missing, he forgot a lot, but he never forgot one thing... that is hatred, hatred for the white colonists, hatred for his own weakness, he swears, he He will continue to fight against the white invaders. Even if he lies down again, he will stand up and lead those warriors who are also unwilling to sleep with him to continue to resist the white invaders forever.

The attack tonight is just the beginning, not the end.

And what is his name?It seems that the Indians vaguely remember that many people once called him... the blood cow.

Chapter 207 : Chapter [-] Wakanda Desert Journey ([-])

"This is crazy..." Simon, who was walking alone on the desert, cursed in a low voice.

"I'm also a bitch, I can't control my mouth, why should I say that sentence, if I don't say that sentence, wouldn't there be no troubles now?"

Simon now shoulders an important and undeniable mission, which is to use his own ability to leave the convoy alone as a scout to investigate the situation of the undead.

Is this task easy?

Logically speaking, it should be easy for Simon. He has the passive ability of not being attacked by the undead. Even if he is discovered, he doesn't have to be afraid of losing his life.

However, Simon has a guilty conscience. His ability is not 100% effective as he said. He can confuse the other party when he meets an undead without a mind. Because a discerning eye could tell whether Simon was dead or alive.

Therefore, Simon is very hypocritical.

However, no matter how hypocritical, Simon was too embarrassed to tell others that he was unreliable, so after accepting this task, Simon gritted his teeth and picked up the three bottles of magic potions and several silver-plated potions that Lao She handed over. After loading the pistol magazine with bullets, he walked out of the defensive circle and went deep into the desert alone.

As a Necromancer who dared to leave his hometown and wandered around the European continent until now, he has not been beaten to death. He really has some skills. After leaving the team, Simon released several Auxiliary magic can lower one's body temperature and breath of living beings, and at the same time release the dead energy in the body little by little, disguising oneself as an undead.

Relying on this ability, Simon left the convoy for more than 20 minutes without being found. Occasionally, a few wraiths drifted by not far away, and they all regarded him as a zombie, ignoring his existence, and failed to catch him. Find something wrong with Simon.

Relying on such a disguise, Simon began to try to catch up behind a slow-moving wraith, and followed her in a certain direction.

Blood Bull is regrouping his troops and awakening the tribal warriors sleeping under the endless sea of ​​sand. He is a rare undead lord in this Wakanda world. He had a full education and didn't know how to use magic power, but when he woke up in this world, he understood a lot of things and learned a lot of knowledge, including how to wake up other tribal warriors who couldn't wake up alone.

And after the defeat tonight, the tribal warriors under the blood ox suffered heavy losses. Naturally, he needed to hold an awakening ceremony. In an empty desert, the blood ox made simple preparations. The former flag of his own tribe, after building an altar with bones, began to sing.

As the chanting began, the resentment and magic power all over the world of Wakanda began to gather at the bone altar at the foot of the blood cow. The nearby zombies, skeletons, and wraiths and other undead also subconsciously gathered around the blood cow, absorbing Resentment and magic power strengthen oneself.

"Oh my God." In the distance, Simon, who was lying in the sand, saw this scene with a telescope from a distance, and he was stunned.

"Undead lord, he is still a lord who can hold soul-calling rituals, this..."

Nothing to say, I have to run.

Simon deftly... Oh, no, it should be moving back slowly. When he crawled a little backwards and felt that the undead lord could not find him, he stood up and ran towards the convoy. He ran so fast and anxiously that a vengeful spirit passing by looked at Simon's back in confusion, a little unclear. So... this zombie, how did he run so fast?

Simon didn't care about that much anymore, he wanted to rush back to report the situation as quickly as possible.

After half an hour...

"What, you saw an undead lord holding a soul-calling ceremony?" Lao She looked at the full moon in the sky, then looked down at the panting necromancer in front of him, and frowned immediately.

Lao She didn't understand what Simon said about the undead lord and the soul-calling ceremony, but he was also a general who had been in the Protectorate's Mansion, and he had seen something. After working on the undead natural disasters in another world, he still has a little knowledge of abnormal magic power. Even in another world, this kind of knowledge can support him to make a correct judgment.

Undead lord, soul-calling ceremony, these two words, literally can well understand what this probably means.

"How far is it from us!" Lao She asked.

"About... about two kilometers... away." Simon replied panting.

"Let's... run quickly, if we don't run, it will be too late."

"Why do you want to run?" Li Gangjing, who was eager to try, was unwilling to be a deserter, and other players beside him were unwilling to give up just like this. Even though there is no experience value for killing mobs in this game, the fun of fighting will not be reduced. How about saying , because it is a hot weapon against the undead, such a battle is more likely to make the player's blood boil.

"Let's rush over, kill that undead lord, and interrupt his soul-calling ceremony, isn't that good?"

"It's useless." Simon finally regained his breath and stopped panting when he spoke.

"The soul-calling ceremony of the undead lord can only be carried out in the land of the dead under the full moon, and once it starts, it is impossible to stop. Even if we kill the undead lord, he will still be with other awakened undead during the ceremony, Get up from under the desert and attack all the living things they can find, so we must drive away before those undead attack again, as long as we persist until dawn, they will naturally retreat."

"Your suggestion is very good, but don't say it again next time." Lao She interrupted Simon's suggestion lightly.

"The performance of our trucks is not reliable, not to mention the slow speed when it is full of supplies. After a day of driving, the inside and outside of the trucks are full of sand, and they may break down at any time. Under such circumstances, we are now even if we immediately Even if you run away, you won’t be able to escape far, rather than being chased by those dead men and being killed from behind in embarrassment during the escape, it is better to fight to the death and win a way out in despair.”

Saying that, Lao She stood up and asked the pandaren next to him.

"How many people are still online?"

"Half of them."

"Then call them all together, distribute silver-plated bullets, guard grenades, and long demon hunting knives, start the vacant truck, and prepare for the assault. As for the people who hang up, use the hang-up command to let them all stand up to protect the people in the camp. NPCs."

"Ok."

Chapter 208: Chapter [-] Straight Chris

When Lao She led the players to fight the undead hard, at the same time, it was daytime in Hell's Kitchen in New York, and Chris was sitting comfortably in his office, talking with Miss Hannah who came to visit him. Share afternoon tea time together.

"Hannah." Chris took a sip of the cup of black tea, looking at Hannah who was sipping the cake gracefully in front of him, he couldn't help asking.

"Has afternoon tea become popular in Germany now?"

This question of Chris has been in my heart for a long time. Hannah is obviously a German, but she loves afternoon tea time very much. She comes to see Chris for afternoon tea almost every day, and every afternoon tea brings black tea and pastries It's all different, if it's just once or twice, Chris can still understand that this is a social method used by Hannah to bring the relationship closer, but she comes every day, which proves that Hannah really regards afternoon tea as a your own life.

"No, afternoon tea is not popular in Germany." Hannah slowly put down the cup in her hand, and the maid in maid uniform quickly picked up the teapot in her hand and filled the empty cup with black tea.

"This is just my personal hobby. My mother is German and my father is British. Therefore, when I was very young, I went to study in a lady's school in the UK. When I grew up, I went back to Germany to continue my studies."

"Oh..." Hannah's answer solved Chris's question and made him wonder how to proceed. Chris, who has never dealt with women in a serious way, has an inevitable personality. A little "straight", the atmosphere of the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Hannah didn't mind either. During those years she lived in England, she was also pursued by people. There were so many playboys with sweet words. Their sweet words can turn the bitterest coffee into the sweetest honey. Their methods of pursuing ladies, It is full of tricks, romantic and eye-catching, and there are new tricks every day. Sending roses in the morning is just the most basic.

In such an environment, Hannah never cared about these British gentlemen. Because of her family education, she saw through the essence of these people. They spend money like running water, leading women to go to high-end places every day, and enjoy the influence of art. However, these English gentlemen do not have their own industries.

The money these gentlemen spent was either earned by their parents or they got it from other wealthy women... their own jobs, their own careers?

No.

Identity?

No, the real British men, the nobles and gentlemen all died on the battlefield, while the young men with careers were busy with their work and never came to pursue ladies at all, and had no time for romantic means. The young gentlemen are all the sons of merchants, and they pursue Hannah enthusiastically for what reason, Hannah herself knows very well.

This is the main reason why Ms. Hannah admires Chris very much, because he is really doing his own business, and starting from scratch, without a prominent identity and family background, relying on his own ability, he has made a career. A cause not to be underestimated.

Although Chris's career cannot be compared with Miss Hannah's family business, this does not prevent Hannah from admiring him, his handsomeness and ability, and most importantly, Chris has a good personality and does not have a big personality. The arrogance of masculinity and the invisible discrimination against women...the last point is the most important, and it is also very rare.

As for how this can be seen, it can be seen from Chris's attitude towards Chuntian that he really treats her equally. If not, the cooperation between the two parties would not be so smooth, and it would be impossible for Chuntian to take her from Chris. To the company's shares and some shady businesses to benefit from dividends.

This is what Hannah appreciates most about Chris... treating women as equals.

After a long silence, Chris felt that he couldn't continue like this, so he thought for a while and found a topic.

"Chuntian seems to be very busy recently, what is she doing?"

What is Springfield doing?

Hannah, who was holding a cup and was about to take a sip of black tea, was stunned, then she looked at Chris with a serious face, covered her mouth with her hand and smiled lightly.

"Giggle... really, Chris, you're really "cute." "

Chris stopped talking, and Hannah's reaction made him realize that the topic he said might not be suitable for the current atmosphere.

After laughing for a while, Hannah also stopped, and she answered Chris' question seriously.

"Chuntian has been a little busy recently. It seems that something happened in the New York religious circle, and many people died. She is leading her staff to trace the source."

Religion?

Chris frowned. Subconsciously, he thought of the Wolf Cult. These guys had caused him a lot of trouble before. I heard that they even held sacrifices in the suburbs of New York, and many people died.

"Is the Wolf Cult doing something?" Chris asked.

"Worshiping the Wolf..." Hannah fell into the memory, and after a while, she shook her head.

"Part of it is, and part of it is the Cross sect. The latter has many branches, the largest of which is Protestantism. Recently, due to the economic downturn, the basic believers of Protestantism seem to be being corrupted by missionaries of other branch sects. In the field of preaching, many conflicts broke out between the two sides, and small foreign sects like the Wolf Worship Cult you mentioned, they also took the opportunity to develop and grow in New York.

Of course, you have to ask Chuntian about the specifics. I'm only getting an indirect understanding here, and I don't know much. "

"Thank you." Chris thanked Hannah sincerely, not only because of her explanation, but also because she didn't hold her accountable for her faux pas.

The scene became silent again, and Hannah didn't mind enjoying the quiet afternoon tea time, but today, Chris felt a little restless for some reason.

Seemingly aware of Chris' abnormality, after sitting for more than ten minutes, Hannah stood up and said goodbye to Chris, leaving him alone in the office to think about life.

"Religion..." Chris pondered while looking out the window, then turned and left the office to look for the frontline person in charge of the police station.

"Inspector Patrick."

"What's the matter, Chief."

"Recently, take some time to check the religious movement in New York." Chris asked.

"I received news that those religious figures seem to have changed a lot recently. I don't know if their behavior will affect public security. You can go to the police station for public funds and find an informant to inquire about the situation."

"Okay, Chief."