The severe pain of his shoulder blade being pierced made the werewolf scout captain scream miserably. He wanted to stand up and remove the long bone arrow, but even the slightest movement would aggravate the pain. His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his body, like a drowned dog.
Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he reached out and grabbed the tail of the arrow. He took two deep breaths and broke it with force. "Ah——"
Produced by the system, with quality guaranteed, the bone arrow was not broken. Instead, the scout captain almost fainted from the pain. Blood flowed down the arrow shaft to the ground, making the ground around the arrowhead red.
The scout captain turned his head and saw the skeleton undead staggering towards them from behind, baring his teeth and letting out a low roar, like a ferocious beast in desperate situation, trying to scare them away.
Unfortunately, the undead he encountered, let alone a wounded gnoll, would not care even if it was a real ferocious beast. They walked over swayingly, raised their claws, aimed at the scout captain, and were ready to give him a heart-ripping blow, stabbing him in the ribs, and send him to find his companions.
At this moment, two ghosts floating in the sky flew down and blocked the undead.
The skeleton undead were very friendly towards the ghosts. In their minds, the ghosts were similar to them, both were products of death, and both were members of the undead race, just from different branches. So the skeleton undead stopped their actions and tilted their heads to look at the two ghosts.
The skeleton undead rely on soul fire, and soul fire is essentially a manifestation of the spirit body. The body of the undead is the soul body, so there is no obstacle to communication.
"You can't kill him." A ghost sent a message with his soul.
The skeleton's head tilted to the other side, and in a somewhat silly and honest tone, it sent out a message, "Why?"
The Revenant glanced at the nearly fainted Gnoll and sent a message, "The living are more useful than the dead. The Lord of the Undead will be happier."
The soul fire in the skeleton undead's eye sockets flickered up and down, as if thinking about his words. After a while, it slowly nodded, walked around the undead, grasped the bone arrow, and kicked the scout captain on the back.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?" The ghost looked at the skeleton's actions and sent a message in a panic, "Don't do anything rash."
The skeleton undead's head turned around and said to the dead soul, "Pull out the arrow."
The ghost quickly waved his hands, telling him not to do anything rash. If he pulled it out, would the scout captain still be alive? Wouldn't he die of pain?
pain?
The skeleton undead don't know what pain is. They have no sense of pain and have never known that pain can kill people. He simply felt that it would be difficult to take away if he didn't pull out the arrow.
He looked behind him, and the ghosts followed his gaze. The undead behind him had caught up and began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner.
First walk to the corpse, hold the arrow with both hands, step on the corpse, pull hard, and if you find that the corpse is not dead, after pulling out the arrow, stab it again to finish off the wound, and then drag the corpse away by its legs.
The skeleton undead looked at the dead soul again without saying anything, but the meaning was very clear, we all did this.
"No, no, no, we can't do that. Those are already dead or seriously injured and can't be saved. We have to keep this one alive." The ghost hurriedly sent the message. He was afraid that if he was a little late, the skeleton in front of him would pull out the arrow.
Although the skeleton undead didn't understand why, he still let go of his hand, followed the instructions of the ghost, called his companions, and lifted up the scout captain.
Their movements were not gentle at all, they were rough and clumsy, and they did lift the werewolf up, but the severe pain in the process made him pass out, which saved them a lot of trouble.
After clearing the battlefield, the undead staggered back towards the fortress.
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At night, the Ghost Mountains are filled with the clanging sounds of logging and mining, as well as the roars and wails of wild beasts. Since the arrival of the undead, the Ghost Mountains have lost their former tranquility.
Looking out from the Ghost Mountains in the moonlight, one can see a flat area in the distance with sparse buildings of all sizes. In the center stands a towering fortress, with twinkling stars of light on it.
Fortress of the Dead, main building lobby.
The bodies of the werewolf scouts were neatly arranged and placed in front of Li Ziyu. Oh, there was still one who was not dead. He was gasping for breath and seemed to be not far from death.
The gnolls were not a clean race. On the contrary, they were very dirty and loved to eat meat, but they did not pay attention to hygiene. They emitted an unpleasant stench. Li Ziyu pinched his nose, walked around the corpses twice, looked at them carefully, and even suppressed his nausea, lifted the corners of their mouths, and looked at the wolf fangs that were curved like hooks.
Such a bastard actually knows how to use a musket?
If Li Ziyu had not checked the treasure-hunting cat-man fortress that was riddled with holes, he would not have believed it at all. He would rather believe that these guys were a race of the same level as the goblins.
But speaking of it, these guys' weapons are quite sophisticated. They are equipped with maces and hammers, which are made of metal and are sturdy and durable. The dark red marks on them prove that these weapons are often used.
Several of the gnolls were carrying bows and arrows. Li Ziyu tried and found it very difficult to pull the bows. He did not see the muskets that Liu Xingxing mentioned, probably because they were not convenient to use.
According to the information brought back by Liu Xingxing and the Undead, the musket requires two gnolls to use together, and the loading speed is not fast. If it is not used on a large scale, its power will be greatly reduced, and it will be less useful than a bow and arrow.
Judging from the equipment of the gnolls, their time traveler city lord must be doing well. No wonder he can bully the natives in the wilderness with impunity.
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