The good news is that when the number of ghouls exceeds a thousand, perhaps because the number and individual strength of the ghouls exceed a certain threshold, the ghouls on the hunting ground do not become any worse than the previous batch of 500 ghouls.
Ghouls are stronger.
In other words, their individual strength is limited.
The bad news is that the ghouls are getting smarter.
The young public-funded student originally thought that those smelly guys would line up in a crude formation and attack the hunters swarm like before, but soon he realized that the eleventh batch of ghouls was far more powerful than he imagined.
Delicate and cunning.
Accompanied by the unique chirping sounds of ghouls, a large group of cave dwellers with tough leathers and wild dogs swarmed out of the holes under the tombstones. Twenty or so gray figures would emerge from under each tombstone.
They formed irregular multi-pointed star battle formations on the spot, shouting and roaring against the yellow dust in the sky, and rushed towards the wizards with enthusiasm on their faces.
The speed of Dylan's arms waving suddenly increased, as if he suddenly changed from playing "High Mountains and Flowing Water" to playing "House of Flying Daggers".
Five hundred walking corpses turned into a solid embankment under his control, firmly blocking the direction of the ghouls. At the same time, Zhang Jixin and Lan Que also moved in and out like giant crabs on the left and right.
Deep inside the ghoul group, crush every ghoul they encounter.
Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao guarded Dylan, holding up the Dharma book and throwing various auxiliary spells - the Soft Leg Curse, the Chaos Curse, the Binding Curse, the Mimic Curse, etc. - as if they were free of money.
For a time, the hunting ground was filled with yellow dust, vines were flying across the field, colorful curse lights were splashing everywhere, and the screams of the ghouls and the roars of the wizards were intertwined, playing a blood-spraying music together.
…
"I'm not sure."
In the stands, the puppet man held a huge morning glory and looked at the battle below with a serious face. His tone was a little solemn: "But in my opinion, those tombstones are obviously more worthy of the hunters' attention than the ghouls themselves...
If the fortune teller of the forgiveness is qualified, he should have noticed that the ghouls who died in this battle are being 'swallowed' by those tombstones little by little!"
"The tombstone has no mouth, how can it be swallowed?" a wizard not far from the puppet man asked loudly.
"You are a wizard!"
The puppet man turned to look at the wizard, and said a serious lesson: "Why should we limit 'swallowing' to the organ of 'mouth'? There are many openings on a person's body, and things can go in and out of them, which is related to the mouth.
What's the difference...The tombstone is the same..."
It originally just wanted to emphasize that there are many fresh holes under the tombstone, which can perfectly serve as the mouth of the tombstone. However, in the stands, the young wizards had already been distracted by the puppet man's previous words and burst out laughing.
For a time, the audience was filled with joy, so that the puppet man's commentary once again fell into the embarrassing situation of no one paying attention.
…
Xiao Xiao didn't notice the disappearing ghoul corpses.
He even noticed this phenomenon earlier than Dylan and warned his companions in time. But what was confusing was that after the tombstone devoured the dead ghouls, there was no change at all - there was no spitting out of the hole.
The resurrected ghoul and tombstone did not emit a cursed halo.
"Perhaps this is just a way for the school to clean up the hunting ground?" Zheng Qing gave his guess as he took out the rune gun and rewarded a ghoul that broke through the defense line and approached Dylan with a low-quality rune bullet.
The light blue talisman hit the ghoul's shoulder, and then immediately turned into a mass of octopus-like vines, traveling inwards along its bones and muscles until it penetrated deep into the body cavity and crushed its heart.
This brave ghoul fell face-on to the ground four or five meters away from the wizard.
Perhaps because the distance was too close, even though the eyes of the two wizards were sore, those 'tombstones' did not swallow the ghoul in the end, and allowed it to fall alone in the dust.
This awareness of "seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages" made the young public student increasingly worried, and he couldn't help but throw out two blue bird talismans to remind the elders and swordsmen outside to be more vigilant.
"Hey, man, they're just a bunch of ghouls with rotten brains,"
Zhang Jixin roared, as if an out-of-control cannonball was bouncing back and forth among the group of ghouls, and his voice echoed far across the hunting ground: "... being able to form a scattered formation to attack us has reached the limit of their tactical level.
Got it!"
This sounds reasonable.
But it doesn't make people feel at ease. It's just that the tide of ghouls is frantically attacking the hunting team's weak defense line. Zheng Qing is really not happy.
The high-intensity hunting only lasted less than five minutes, and mental fatigue surged from deep within his body once again. Zheng Qing felt that his actions of reciting spells and pulling the talisman gun had gradually evolved from being driven by rational will to mechanical ones.
Even when more and more ghouls broke through Dylan's defense and approached Xiao Sancai's formation, the wizard's face didn't show much nervousness. He could only mechanically raise the rune gun, numb.
of pulling the trigger.
Seven hundred, six hundred, five hundred.
Eighty, forty, twenty.
The yellow dust raised in the hunting ground gradually fell, and the dead ghouls were piled up and submerged in the thick dust. Most of them disappeared silently into the holes under the tombstones. There were less than a hundred corpses exposed outside.
Dylan directed his zombies to carefully walk around the tombstones and stop at the edge of the hunting ground. Then they took a long breath and sat down on the ground.
Even he couldn't care less about his image at this moment.
Xiao Xiao put away the crystal ball and silently prepared the potion for his companions.
"How long is left?"
Zhang Jixin walked back to his companions with heavy steps, a terrifying aura lingering around him, like an ancient beast, and his voice seemed to have a bloody aura: "...I punched those tombstones a few times, but they didn't move.
, there is a ghost.”
"It can't be cut." The blue bird who followed closely added briefly.
Zheng Qing nodded silently - he no longer had the energy to think wildly, and he felt as if soldiers were coming to cover up the water - and then took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
"There are more than forty minutes left," the young public servant said with a dull face, raising his eyebrows inwardly to show surprise: "The eleventh round has consumed more time than we previously expected..."
"That is to say, there can be at most two rounds of attacks before the end."
Dylan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and counted with his fingers: "For two rounds, the twelfth round will cost more than 2,000, and the thirteenth round will cost more than 4,000... Sigh... I don't know what will happen in reality after the dreamland dies.
Should we continue sleeping, or should we be awakened?"
Mr. Vampire Werewolf expressed his pessimism very wisely.