Chapter 102: The robber who reached an agreement with the walking dead
Triangle Scale heard the mocking sounds of its companions,
"Haha, you have such a thick face, and you're actually disfigured?"
"Frightened trash!"
"Today there is one less person to share things with..."
He covered his injured face, ran around everyone and obstacles, jumped back to the mountain from the floating island, climbed over the top of the floating mountain, and reached the temporary camp in the depression of the ridge behind him.
"Brother Face, what's wrong with you?"
Triangle Scale's eyes were gloomy. He drew his knife and went to the cave that was sealed by a thick stone fence. He slashed the animal skin ropes above with one knife.
he roared,
"Release it!"
A few doormats who had little fighting ability and could only stay behind to guard the camp were trembling.
"Now?"
"Brother Face, our people just rushed down..."
"No, it can't be done!"
The knife with triangular scales was placed on the neck of one of them, and spittle mixed with blood was sprayed all over his face.
"Let me let you go if I tell you to!"
Several people were so frightened by his blood-soaked crazy eyes that they didn't even dare to fart. They quickly took out a bucket, grabbed a bunch of the dark and fishy mucus in the bucket, and smeared it on their bodies.
Triangle Scale also wiped some hastily, then dug out a few pieces of bloody raw meat from the messy camp and threw them in front of the cave.
As the fence opened, countless zombies swarmed out of the dark cave, and they pounced on the raw meat on the ground like vicious dogs.
The pieces of meat were quickly eaten, and the eyes of these zombies with different colors of gray, green, and red eyes fell on the surrounding Triangle Scales and others, hesitantly smelling the smell on their bodies, and kept wandering...
But in the end, his attention was attracted by the sound coming from the other side of the mountain, and he abandoned Triangle Scale and the others and ran out in a swarm.
"call..."
After all the walking corpses left, Triangle Scale began to breathe freely.
All of them have been infected. Although they are still human beings, they already have signs of alienation and the smell of zombies.
Coupled with the black mud in the bucket, it is not a problem to deceive these silly walking zombies, and thus a set of procedures for "captive" walking zombies to induce them to do things was born.
Of course, the premise of all this is that the zombies are not crazy because of hunger.
Otherwise, they and their kind would all be fighting and devouring each other, not to mention these half-baked scavengers of hybrid origin.
"Tsk..."
The group of corpses quickly disappeared at the top of the mountain, and Triangle Scale gently spat out a meaningless syllable, full of mockery.
The other people said tremblingly,
"Lian, Brother Lian, they will find out and kill us!"
Triangle Scale found a lump of green and shiny ointment and applied it to the wound on his face, then used freshly peeled deer skin that had not yet dried to cover it.
After finishing all this slowly, he drew his knife and raised it violently,
"Crack!"
The person who spoke was slashed in the neck with a knife, his eyes widened and he fell straight down.
The triangular scale holds the knife,
"There are two intact floating islands below. Do you two want to stay here?"
The two scavengers, who were as thin as dry wood, looked at the bodies of their companions on the ground, and turned to look at each other stiffly. They went from panic to looking at each other to being ferocious and cruel in just an instant.
Triangle Scale looked at the two people wrestling with satisfaction, and waited patiently for the result.
In less than a minute, one of them got up from the ground and gave a bloody smile to Triangle Scale.
He staggered to somewhere in the camp, dug out a bag of dry meat, put it in his mouth and gnawed wildly.
After eating two fist-sized pieces of dried meat, he was finally full. He found a bottle of relatively clean water in another person's temporary den and drank it all.
He picked up the knife and put it on his waist. After thinking about it, he added an axe.
"Brother Face, I have no way out, I will listen to you."
Triangle Scale looked at him with interest,
"Loach, right? You can do it, bastard. How come I didn't realize you were a talent before?"
Loach wiped the blood on his face,
"Brother Face, it's impossible for the walking zombies to kill them all. What will happen if the remaining people come back?"
He had just eaten someone else's meat and drank someone else's water. In his weak state, which had not eaten many full meals in total, he could not withstand the next beating.
The triangular scale face is covered with furry deerskin, which looks somewhat funny, but the fierceness in its eyes stings like a needle.
"return?"
He did not continue talking, but climbed to the top of the mountain to observe.
The person who was in the game just now may have been frightened out of fear. Standing in this place overlooking the battlefield, Trigonopus could not help but tighten his bladder.
The small floating island seemed to form two flesh and blood millstones with the heavily armored zombie and three humans at the center.
He clearly saw his former companions rushing forward in groups, one by one, and then being knocked down to the ground without any pause, like dominoes without the ability to resist.
The corpses were piled up in a complete circle around the two points, and the blood splashing out seemed to form two huge bright red eyes.
At this time, the large group of zombies that had been released had found a suitable place to land on the empty island, roaring and swarming up.
This group of zombies would not completely ignore the scavengers, because the main premise is that they are not hungry enough and the scavengers are smeared with black oil.
Therefore, after the zombies jumped onto the floating island in groups, the scene suddenly became chaotic.
The scavengers were forced forward by the zombies and fled frantically, but in front of them were two groups of standing millstones of flesh and blood. For a moment, they turned into sandwich pies, unable to advance or retreat.
Under the desperate and crazy attack of the scavengers, the speed of harvesting lives from the two flesh millstones obviously stalled, and from time to time, several people would rush through their defense lines.
But what surprised Trigonella was that the "millstone" did not collapse and be swallowed up directly. Instead, the "points" that made up the millstone seemed to be denser.
"Wait, what's going on..."
Triangle Scale suddenly froze.
A woman, that beautiful mature woman who only glanced at her briefly.
She stood in front of a tombstone-shaped building, and every ten seconds, she reached out and (by mistake) pulled out a strange black figure from it.
The dark humanoid creature was obviously another type of walking corpse. After coming out, it immediately ran forward and merged into the millstone.
The frequency is consistent and continuous.
what is that?
So what the hell is that?!
Both Triangle Scale and Loach Man were dumbfounded.
The reason why their scavenger group was able to occupy this most "prosperous" area and start a trail-cutting business was because of their unique ability to tame walking corpses, which made other groups stay away.
Now there is actually such a woman who can continuously "summon" strong zombies who obey her command out of thin air?
The heavily armored zombie who smashed his companion's head with a hammer turned out to be her creation!
Unspeakable fear, a fear even stronger than when he had just escaped death, instantly swallowed up Triangle Scale.
At the same time, a voice was roaring crazily in my heart,
