All things have a time limit, and in the eternity of eternity, even death will pass away.
The melody of death that life cannot escape, except for the existence that has died——
They are rotten and weird. They have no soul and no thinking. They are like a group of tools. Their existence time depends on their own time limit.
Lu Li's squirming, rotting, stinking body merged into a decaying lair that once belonged to a ghoul.
It seems to be soft mud, irregular, strange-shaped rotting piles piled up randomly like dead bodies, paying no attention to the companions crawling over them, and only occasionally turning over or making noises indicates that they are in the dormant period.
They won't be at ease for long.
The "Mad Warlock Blood Man" received news from the Blood Plague tribe that the ghouls will attack this rotten lair.
Lu Li didn't look any different from the rotten and weird ones. He was as slow and slow as them, slumped in the corner. The only difference was that they were resting and he was waiting.
The silence lasted until evening, and the rotten nest gradually woke up. As if receiving some kind of message, the rotten weirdness separated from the main body like broken bread crumbs and poured out of the nest.
Lu Li blended in and fell behind. The black eyes squeezed out of the mud body peered at the bloody torrent emerging at the end of the street.
Like red ants charging at black slugs.
The ghouls surged forward, and the warlocks were like rocks in the water, waving their staffs to cast the defeated withering witchcraft. There were no ghoul leaders or great warlocks.
There are only three great warlocks in the blood plague group, so it is unlikely that they will appear here.
But enough about the weirdness of the Rotting Nest.
There are hundreds of ghouls on the streets, but there are only a few dozen rotting monsters. Even if the blood spots disappear every time they slap, tear, and wrap them, the fearless blood spots will still tear at their rotting bodies.
Ghoul civilians wandered among them, dragging back corpses and scraps of rotting monsters and ghouls. Occasionally, rotting monsters gush out from the sewers and are swallowed up by bloody waves in a blink of an eye.
Claire looked down from a high altitude, and saw the rotting monsters retreating steadily in the tide of ghouls.
Lu Li did not lead the Rotten Weird to victory - because this attack was just an insignificant micro battle in the macro battle and would not affect the outcome.
More importantly, Lu Li was prepared to use this to get in touch with the core of the rotten weirdness.
Sneaking into the sewer, when the ghoul warriors were trembling and charging from the ground, they suddenly stretched out their tentacles and rolled up the ghoul warlock. Before the group of ghouls could react, they wrapped the warlock and retreated into the decaying weirdness. A dream that filled the air quietly.
Melt it.
When Lu Li was thinking about whether to let the rotten monster win or retreat, the rotten monster suddenly squirmed its strangely huge body and slowly retreated.
Lu Li followed the decaying weirdness and retreated into the night, returning the nest to the ghouls.
Scattered rotten weirdness crawled on the dark streets, and Lu Li blended into it like a ghoul. Inside the bulging cavity was the ghoul warlock and its dream.
Lu Li spied a fragment of clues about the involvement of a third party - unexpectedly, it was just a coincidence.
This group of monsters are called scavengers by the ghouls - they eat carrion, and the rotting monsters are a group of aggregates of carrion.
Therefore, a single-line food chain is formed: rotten weirdos hunt ghouls, and scavengers hunt rotten weirdos.
He casually threw the sleeping warlock by the roadside, and the rotten flesh passing by would eat it. Lu Li followed the rotten monster and climbed into a larger rotten lair.
There was no communication, no gaze, Lu Li and the decayed weirdness melted into the rotten nest without ripples, just like in the previous nest.
Lu Li piled himself up in an open space that was not bordered by other rotten monsters. He drilled his eyes out of his body and looked at the sky.
The deep darkness was like a floating curtain covering the sky.
The black eyes followed Lu Li as he looked around the surface of his body. These rotten weird things were people who didn't even have dreams. Lu Li couldn't get fragmented information from their dreams.
The relocated rotting nest did not give them a peaceful night.
Waking up from his sleep, Lu Li heard the dense and chaotic rustling sounds outside the rotting lair, but was unaware of the strange slow decay inside the lair.
Lu Li had no choice but to stretch out his tentacles and dig out the strangely rotting rotten meat next to him, and then threw it at the piled "companions".
The rotten monsters gradually woke up from the long sleep that was like death, and Lu Li's eyes adapted to the darkness saw the withering wave that corroded all things and spread into the nest. The rotten monsters oozed black blood, like the black ice melting silently on the fireplace.
Lu Li's reminder caused many rotten monsters to react, and the silent murderous intention turned into a melee.
The ghoul leaders jumped into the lair with a withering aura. Lu Li did not feel any of the previous messages, as if they had been abandoned.
Do nothing and these rotting monsters will die in their lair.
Lu Li spread out like a carpet of germs, enduring the trampling of his "kinds" and ghouls and the erosion of the withering aura, spreading silently outside the lair, jumping over the wall of decay, and saw a dozen ghoul warlocks maintaining the plague.
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They didn't notice that a rotten monster noticed them... Lu Li quietly flowed along the rotten wall, like a pool of sewage seeping into the sewer, quietly passing by the group of warlocks and emerging from behind them.
Maintaining stealth, Lu Li spread himself out, like spreading black water toward the ghoul, gradually covering the place where it stood.
At this time, a ghoul warlock lowered his head.
The rotten, mottled eyeball vaguely reflected the sharp spikes that rose in an instant.
The dense needle forest pierced the weak bodies of the ghoul warlocks. When the ghoul warriors and leaders on the periphery noticed, Lu Li had already retreated into the sewer.
The roaring ghouls smashed the ground, and the collapsed sewers left only empty, stinking dampness and sewage.
The destruction of the ghoul warlock changed the balance in favor of the ghouls. The night attack failed, and the ghouls withdrew from their lairs, turning into a blood tide and disappearing into the depths of the night.
Lu Li returned to the lair without anyone noticing. Until the ghouls receded, there was still no order for the rotting monsters to descend. The surviving carrion huddled in the lair as if nothing had happened.
Before dawn, Lu Li arrived at the agreed meeting place. After waiting for a while, Claire fell into the cellar.
"You won't think about what happened last night..."
Lu Li had been trying his best to maintain a balance between the two sides in the battle. It was best to let the ghouls and rotten monsters die together. The addition of the scavenger was an accident, but it was acceptable. But Claire told Lu Li about the incredible thing that happened last night.
Other ghoul groups from the Underdark Wilderness seem to have aroused the indignation of the "natives" of Midnight City, and they block the ghoul groups that bypass or pass through their territory.
And... the "Brood" joins the war.
It's the huge mountain of flesh that gave birth to the bat demon.
Then more and more weird things were added in a short night, half of the Midnight City fell into chaos, and gradually spread to the surrounding areas.
A snowball brought the entire mountain of snow down. Claire was right...