Chapter 166 165. Meeting with the Sword Holder
A few hours after Su Hong and the zombie army left, three off-road vehicles came from the ice field, and the believers in white robes and thick coats carefully explored the entire Dawn Camp.
The camp was completely deserted, leaving only a mess. It had obviously been ransacked.
The leading man stood in the center of the camp, his frosty brows trembling, he picked up the signal transceiver, and whispered: "I am Han Owl, Dawn Camp No. 4 has been raided, most of the lustful believers are missing, and Melanie has not been found. Traces of the Lord.”
"The electronic intelligence has been cracked by an unknown force. Looking at the traces on the ground...this group of unknown undead people went to Xie Dong City. They are most likely planning to support the resistance."
The signal transceiver was quiet for a while, and then a cold voice came back from the other end, "Melanie asked for this. Keep an eye on them to avoid another incident."
"Yes, Lord Holy Envoy."
The signal connection was disconnected. In a tent, a believer held a signal transceiver and stepped back respectfully. A burly man in white robes sat on a direwolf blanket with a plate of raw meat in front of him.
The coldness on the man's face faded, and his expression returned to indifference. He used a knife and fork to cut the bloody raw meat on the dinner plate.
The fork put the red meat into his mouth, and with strong chewing, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the man's mouth.
A figure of a believer appeared outside the tent. He said respectfully: "Lord Thrall, the camp did not hunt any disaster creatures today, but the third team captured three resistance undead on the ice field today..."
Sal nodded and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "I want the tenderest meat. Chef Daniel knows my taste."
"Yes." The believers retreated, leaving Sal alone in the tent to enjoy the meat.
After a long time, Sal suddenly paused and said, "The undead man who can kill Melanie...the meat should be very chewy."
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On the way to Xie Dong City, the zombie army had just climbed a hill when Su Hong suddenly sneezed.
"Ah sneeze!"
"It's weird." Su Hong sniffed, "The cold shouldn't affect me."
Helena: "There are occult studies that show that sneezing is not necessarily the body's response to temperature and disease, but it may also be a sign of a mysterious connection with someone."
"Do you still believe this?" Su Hong looked forward, as if he saw a glimmer of light in the dark ice field.
Helena replied seriously: "After the apocalypse, occultism has become a quite scientific subject, which can help humans study disasters and souls..."
"Helena, let's talk later. There seems to be something going on up front." He stopped Helena's nagging and focused his eyes on the faint firelight of the ice field.
"Phillip, go over and take a look at the situation."
Phillip struggled out of the shadows, merged into the darkness, and flew towards the fire.
…
On the vast ice field, a young man helped a middle-aged man walk on the snow. They wore thick sweaters and hid their figures in the darkness.
After a while, the younger man turned back. When he saw a bright light approaching them, his pupils shrank suddenly and he couldn't help but whisper: "Uncle Li, those believers are heading towards us. Coming from the direction.”
The middle-aged man who was called Uncle Li covered his mouth and coughed, "They have the ability to detect traces of disaster. Liu Fan, please let me go. I can't let your father die in vain."
At the mention of this, Liu Fan's eyes instantly turned red, "Uncle Li, I can't run away, and I can't survive if you die. Why don't we ambush together and fight them."
Uncle Li looked hesitant. Although the quality of a soldier told him that hesitation at this time was not a good thing, he still hoped that Liu Fan could leave here.
"Liu Fan, before your father died, he asked me to take you back to the shelter..."
"Uncle Liu, we can't go back. Dawn cultists are everywhere here." Liu Fan looked painful and gritted his teeth and said: "The blood debt of the sword holder must be repaid with blood."
"Just listen to me this time."
"Okay." The man gritted his teeth, "There are no cowards in the Alliance. These damn Dawn cultists must be taught a harsh lesson." The two stopped moving, crawled on the snow, and pulled out their daggers, quietly like dormant beasts. Wait for the flame to approach.
Two minutes later, the light of the torch illuminated the snow, and a group of ten Dawn cultists approached holding blood crystals.
The scar-faced man at the head seemed to sense something. He suddenly stopped, looked into the darkness, and sneered: "Little mouse, don't think we can't find you hiding here."
Liu Fan was shocked when he heard this. He was about to take action in advance, but was stopped by Uncle Li on the side.
"You're not coming out, are you?" The man said coldly: "What sword holder? I think it's just a place where a bunch of trash gathers."
In the darkness, Uncle Li held down Liu Fan and whispered: "The situation is not right, you go first, I will attract their attention."
"Uncle Li, wait..."
He didn't wait for Liu Fan to finish speaking, quickly stood up, rushed towards the fire, and shouted angrily: "If you have the guts, come!"
"Uncle Li!"
The man rushed toward the believers like a moth to a flame. He had no intention of leaving alive from the beginning.
"Hmph, the tiger had its teeth and claws pulled out. It was just a bluff."
The blood crystal in the cultist's hand bloomed with light, immediately piercing the man's body.
His face was twisted in pain, he lost the momentum of his sprint, and fell into the snow.
The scarred man sneered and stepped on the man's face with his boot, "Trash is trash after all, and the sword holder is no more than that."
"For the sake of being such a coward, I'll give you a treat."
The man pulled out the long sword from his waist and stabbed him in the head.
"No!" Liu Fan rushed towards the cultist with a dagger, but the distance between him and the scarred man was too far, and he had no time to stop it.
At this critical moment, Liu Fan seemed to see a dark shadow fly past him quickly, and then hit the scarred man.
"Bang!"
The scarred man screamed and flew out.
"Enemy attack!"
"What is that?" Liu Fan quickly stopped and looked ahead.
A dark creature came to the rescue. Its round body floated like a ghost. It looked harmless to humans and animals, but it saved them.
"Shadow creatures? They're from the Shadow Legion!" Liu Fan said in surprise.
"Shadow Army..." Uncle Li turned over with difficulty and looked up. Liu Fan was right. This was indeed a shadow creature, and it was a very powerful existence.
"Are we saved?" He murmured and was helped up from the snow by Liu Fan.
The shadow creature did not speak to them, nor did it continue to attack the group of believers. It kept confronting the believers, as if waiting for something.
"Wait a minute, does this shadow creature have an owner?"
Uncle Li looked back, and in the darkness, the ferocious face of the corpse appeared, followed by the knight riding on it, and an entire army of corpses.
"Ghoul...ghoul!" The believers showed fear and fled.
(End of chapter)