The Dark King

Du Dean opened the folded suitcase on his back, took out a roll of tarpaulin covering it, and covered it on the gunpowder box to prevent it from getting wet. Then he held two of the gunpowder boxes and walked towards them lightly and lightly. Walk in the ruins of weeds ahead.

Because no one had opened the way, the ground outside this huge wall channel was full of weeds, and some were soft and wet mud pits. Du Dean walked very carefully on every foot. In the absence of information and maps, he could only fumble by himself. In other consortia, to clean such unknown areas, it is often to send some hunters with strong physical ability and extremely life-saving hiding ability to investigate the information first.

After all, there are limited hunters in the consortium. Even if seven or eight intermediate hunters are sent, it is still not enough for the huge number of monsters outside the wall.

Occasionally, some large objects raised on the grass were covered with moss and vines. Du Dean smelled a very light odor from it. It was estimated that the inside was not covered with stones, but the decaying bones of some monsters.

When Du Dean passed carefully through a grass, suddenly there was a very slight rustling sound in the grass, like the sound of a breeze, but Du Dean suddenly raised a chill and awe, his face changed, and he quickly dropped Gunpowder box, turned back.

As he stepped back, a slender green shadow popped out of the grass and rushed towards Dudean.

Du Dean hurriedly pulled out his waist sword and brandished it.

The slender green shadow was blocked by the sword and fell onto the body. His body flickered and disappeared into the grass beside him, disappearing without a trace.

Du Di'an's face changed. Although he didn't see everything, he saw a snake tail exposed outside the grass when it disappeared. The green scales on it were exactly the same as the tender green of the weeds. The color was more vivid. At first glance, it was a highly venomous snake class.

Most importantly, he could not smell the other party's odor.

"Fortunately, the speed is not very fast, it should not be too high-level monster." Du Di'an secretly rejoiced in his heart, he became more and more careful, he glanced left and right around the grass, slowly moved to the gunpowder box, pick with a sharp sword Open the lid, there is a box full of black gunpowder, and a match will be detonated in the past.

He inserted the sword into it, picked out the gunpowder, sprinkled it among the weeds around, and fell down, and the smell of gunpowder came out.

Du Dian glanced coldly at his surroundings, but his nose quickly recognized the smell around him. Soon, he smelled a black gunpowder slowly moving, and his eyes were murderous. The sword was inserted in the mud under his feet, backhand Grabbing the bow in one hand and drawing the arrow in the other, the movement is as fast as lightning, the arrow has been set up, and it is suddenly shot into a grass!

puff!

The sword crossed, and a violent wave surged through the grass.

The dense thick weeds of half a meter spread out suddenly, as if a sharp wind had passed, and drove towards the distance.

Du Di'an saw immediately that a big four- or five-meter-long python with a thick bowl twitched and ran on the grass, with an arrow in his half body, and green and bright scales all over his body, which was easily confused with the grass.

Du Di'an is very polite, aiming quickly with arrows.

puff!

The second arrow flew out suddenly.

This green-scale poisonous python wriggled to nearly fifty meters, and the arrow flew in an instant. It was just nailed to the place where it swam, stabbed from the back of the skull, penetrated its head, and nailed it to the ground.

Du Di'an breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out his sword and walked slowly over. He saw that the body of the green-scale poisonous python was still wriggling weakly, and his tail kept rolling.

Du Di's attention is distributed around to avoid other monsters waiting for the opportunity to attack. Although his sense of smell can smell some rich smelling monsters, some monsters are good at hiding and sneaking, and they cannot rely too much on smell.

While guarding the surroundings, Du Dian cut off the head of this low-level monster. From its appearance, it is a bit like the jungle snake in the monster atlas. The fangs are highly toxic. The adult jungle monster is a hunting level twelve. The existence of this article is obviously in its infancy, and its hunting level is about four to six, which is slightly stronger than ordinary walking dead.

"Skin scales are a good material for armor and ladies' leather jackets, and they can be worth a dozen gold coins." Du Dean crouched down to cut his body with a dagger tied to his leg, quickly peeled it, and then cut its head to cut the two. The root fangs were removed, and there was translucent mucus behind the grooves of the fangs. He pulled out the tweezers and the box from the suitcase, put the two fangs into it, and received it.

After doing this, Du Dean rolled up the snakeskin, put it away together, and then returned to the original place, picked up his two boxes of gunpowder, and continued to move carefully, toward the nearest rotten corpse in the sense of smell .

When we came to the street in the ruins, weeds were growing everywhere in the cracks of the road. Du Dean looked at the mossy car parked on the roadside. The nearest walking dead was locked in one of the small cars. In the middle, the window behind the car has broken, and moss and plants crawled into it.

Du Dean put the gunpowder box down and looked around. The vision was still wide. Even if there were any monsters that could not be smelled, he could see it visually. He no longer hesitated, took out his bow and arrow, and aimed at the driver's seat of the car. , Draw an arrow quickly and shoot.

With a pop, the sound of glass breaking sounded.

Although the car was completely dark, Du Di'an's sight was still clearly visible. There was a middle-aged walking dead in the seat belt. It seemed to be asleep. His arrow hit his throat and did not kill him. dead.

He immediately added another arrow.

The arrow hit his head. The struggling waking middle-aged corpse suddenly softened his neck and died on the spot.

Du Dean quickly stepped forward, pulled out the arrow, cut off the head of the corpse, and dissected it.

The cold crystal in the head is in the initial melting state, and the flesh and blood around the cold crystal are releasing temperature and decaying at a very slow rate.

Du Dian took out Han Jing and glanced at his left hand. The last time he over-absorbed Han Jing caused his left hand to be eroded by Han Jing, and later grilled on gunpowder, which caused a complete loss of pain nerves. I wonder if it can continue to be absorbed directly?

He thought about it and wanted to try to absorb one, and then say, if it works, then absorb a small amount each time.

Although it is known that there are risks in doing so, the direct absorption of Han Jing is far greater than the improvement obtained by the blessing of God.

He pierced his left hand with another clean dagger and put Han Jing on it. Soon, Han Jing touched his blood, just like ice and snow met with fire, gradually melted, and turned into a liquid that penetrated into the wound.

Since his left hand has lost consciousness, Du Di'an can't feel any strange things. He just feels that he feels when he absorbs the cold crystals for the first time, as if he has more energy than before.

He was relieved, he stopped bleeding in his left hand, and looked back. He saw a walking breath slowly walking from the corner of the street, seemingly led by the sound of glass fragments here. He pulled out his bow and arrow and was about to shoot, But suddenly his face changed slightly.

I saw this walking corpse coming out of the corner. His body was very tall, about three meters long, his hands and feet were long, his body was very thin, his back was hunched, his eyes were huge, and there was only a little scarlet color in it, he didn't see his eyes. In other words, the color of the eyeball is pure black. On its arm, there is a raised sickle from the back of the palm to the elbow, just like the dorsal fin of a shark.

The zombie's face was a young man's, but the skull and cheeks were stretched extremely long, and his expression was extremely dull and gloomy.

"Scythe walking corpse? No, sickle walking corpse is not so tall, is he a taller person during his lifetime?" Du Di'an's face changed slightly, seeing that he noticed himself, and hurriedly shot with an arrow.

Distance is the weapon!

Whoosh!

Arrows flew out of the air.

The large sickle walking dead body was expressionless, and with a puff, it was nailed to the face by an arrow. The arrow shot into the cheekbone of the cheek, but it was stuck on the bone.It slowly raised his hand to grab the arrow and pulled it out. The scarlet eyes in his eyes were as if awake, glowing with blood red, and his body was shaking like a humanoid spider, his mouth opened, the corner of the mouth It is torn, causing the upper and lower jaws to expand to 180 degrees like a snake.

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Today, I have changed three times. The last six days have been a bit overwhelming. I went to bed early today to make up for a good night's sleep. I still owe two chapters of tens of thousands of dollars in rewards and two more monthly tickets plus more changes. Continue to make up~~