Chapter 371 [Twilight Believer: Night Devil Girl]

The grass rustled and shook, and the monster that had been provoking Fuller for three consecutive nights finally emerged.

It was an alien wolf that looked somewhat disgusting.

It has a strong desire to attack.

"What the hell is this, a corrupted mad wolf?" The undead man killed the monster that was rushing towards him with a sword.

This is a massacre.

"Could it be something that came out of the abyss?" an undead said excitedly.

Fuller, who had kept silent the whole time, pricked up his ears. He was very panicked inside. This was just a simple mission and he would not encounter the abyss monsters in the big rift. He comforted himself in this way.

Compared to his panic, the undead were killed happily, and a lot of disaster fragments dropped, as well as many things marked "materials", enriching his pockets.

It’s just that the harvest is a bit bloody, and we have to turn on the special mode every time this happens.

From picking off the head to picking off the cabbages.

Fuller watched the undead people chatting and laughing as they dismembered the mad wolf that was still grinning a second ago, and his heart was beating like a drum.

After daybreak, we continued on our journey. As for the mad wolf, the tongue in its mouth looked like a reproductive organ. We have eaten bull whips and pig whips, but the whip growing in its mouth is still a bit disgusting.

As a "thief", Fuller has a strong sense of direction.

They followed the map to a cliff.

His feet gently rubbed the edge of the cliff, and a stone rolled down under the force of his toes. The stone falling towards the bottomless cliff seemed to hit Fuller's heart.

He subconsciously took a few steps back.

Fuller didn't know anything about the geography of the Kingdom of Rand. The advent of the apocalypse also changed the terrain, and the part that could be used as a reference on the previous map was greatly reduced.

There is no such cliff on the map; it should have just appeared.

Looking down, I saw swirling clouds, and according to the map given by the Crystal Mage, the road ahead is the way to the Great Rift Front Fortress.

Looking into the distance, hundreds of meters high redwoods form a black sea of ​​trees. Once your sight reaches it, it is easy for your consciousness to be swallowed up by the darkness.

Fortunately, they didn't have to go forward to reach the village they wanted to go to. After turning at the small slope in front and walking for a while, they would see a passage made entirely of branches and vines.

The existence of the tree and vine passage was not recorded on the map. Obviously, this place had changed a lot after the Crystal Mage left.

They struggled to get in.

Fuller used a dagger to cut the vines that blocked the road. The vision became darker and darker. Finally, after walking for a long time and with great effort, the front suddenly opened up to a relatively open area.

Ahead was a village. The houses were made entirely of wood and mud, with an architectural style that did not belong to the Kingdom of Rand. It seemed as if they were built for temporary shelter from the wind and rain.

Then a foul smell came over, forcing Fuller to cover his mouth and nose, but the stench stung his eyes, making him feel a swelling and pain in his eyeballs.

The buzzing sound of insect wings attracted Fuller's attention.

Huge flies, as big as the tip of his thumb, kept circling around his head, and he had to open his hands from around his mouth and nose to shoo them away.

"This may be the village in the records," said Fuller.

The undead also hate this.

Fuller said, "We should go knock on the door and see."

As soon as they heard Fuller's words, the undead people rushed out. They were professionals in searching houses and picking up garbage.

Fuller did not forget his work, even though he was dizzy from the flesh-eating flies and wanted to leave here all the time.

There were many corpses buried in the muddy land, but fortunately he didn't see any human ones.

He stabbed two flesh-eating flies to death with his short blade, and then he watched the flesh-eating flies swarming over and eating their companions, which made Fuller even more frightened. He had to speed up the speed of swinging the blade and use the blade to prevent the flesh-eating flies from approaching. "My lord, we found something!"

Hearing the voices of the undead, Fuller rushed over and saw a lot of blood from bites on the undead's bodies.

I watched with my own eyes as a flesh-eating fly gnawed at the body of an undead man. After the undead man slapped the flesh-eating fly to death, he calmly took out a bottle of potion and poured it into his mouth.

This scene deeply stimulated Fuller.

The undead picked up a lot of garbage, but they were only willing to hand over one letter to Fuller.

"what is that?"

"A painting." The undead man was a little reluctant, but the painting was so big, like a shield.

[Twilight Follower·Night Demon Girl: Painter Boyd once came here to pursue the legend of the Twilight Pool. He recorded his encounter with the Night Demon Girl with his brush. Armor Defense +10]

When you carry this thing on your back, the armor's defense power will increase rapidly. It is a treasure for the undead.

Fuller couldn't see anything special about the painting, but he had heard that Boyd, the aristocratic painter, could paint things that people liked to see.

The blue-skinned girl in the painting is very beautiful.

Fuller returned the painting to the undead man and took the letter.

"Dear Zina,

I have to leave the village before the tide rises. Everyone of them is heading deeper into the depths. It's not safe to stay here. I happen to be very interested in the evil past of those people. It would be very interesting if I could draw the demons in their hearts. Haha. But I don't recommend you to come to me. I heard that there are some people in there who like to eat people from Griffin Castle.

——Boyd."

"Zina?" Fuller looked behind the undead. There was a skeleton there, but it was definitely not rotten, but was eaten by something.

Damn flesh flies!

"We have to keep going deeper," Fuller said, and he already knew what high tide meant.

Just under the white bridge, there was black, sticky muddy water. He didn't know what would happen if he touched that stuff. The best choice was to not touch it at all and stay as far away from it as possible.

They walked across the white bridge safely. The undead even chose the tallest building in the village to place reconnaissance guards.

"everything is normal!"

Fuller envied their ability to find joy in adversity, but if he could die and resurrect infinitely, he might be even braver than them, but he only had one life.

As we went deeper, the light grew dimmer, the number of flesh flies decreased, but the stench grew stronger.

The uneasiness in my heart grew stronger and stronger, and suddenly a dark shadow appeared in front of me.

"Come on, brothers!" The undeads took the initiative to rush forward.

It was a monster with wriggling flesh on its body, no skin or flesh, and a pair of long horns on its head. It could even create strong winds when it ran, and some undead were accidentally knocked over by the wind.

Fuller gripped his knife tightly but made no move to rush over to help.

He watched the undead fighting like wild beasts, attacking frantically, and finally like a group of hyenas pouncing on a bull.

As they continued to move forward, they began to encounter more and more monsters, and one of them was seriously injured and had his arm broken, which greatly affected his combat effectiveness.

"There is a city wall ahead!" the undead was surprised.

Too far!
Fuller took a look and found that there was indeed a city wall, but it would take at least half a day to run to get there. However, the monster before them was stronger than the defense of the city wall and completely blocked their way.

"Protect the NPC first!" someone shouted.

"Wait, where are the NPCs?!"

(End of this chapter)