Different World Development Manual Chapter 21: Undead

　　 In a certain urban area of ​​Jiangzhou City, a man with a thin body, gray skin, sunken eyes, and a shawl with white hair is riding on a bony horse with a vest.

　　 is behind him, followed by a long line of skeletons and zombies.

　　He is an undead from hell, "Lord of Hell" Arte.

　　 On the order of Demon King Yuphy, went to the castle of this city to show the city lord the intention of the Demon King’s trip, and "sincerely invite" the city lord to join the great cause of Demon King Yu Fei to conquer the continent of Aghanim.

　　 But what makes Arcer feel difficult is that in this huge city, on both sides of the wide streets, there are the kind of towering castles everywhere.

　　 Arcer was dazed for a while, and he didn't even know which castle the lord of the city lived in.

　　 A few skeleton soldiers ran over carrying a citizen of another world, and threw the citizen in front of Arcer.

　　 　　 does not speak the language, does not translate magic, and does not have translation props, it is impossible to ask the city’s lord from this other world citizen.

　　The two sides have language barriers and cannot communicate. This has become the only communication barrier for both parties.

　　 But Arcer is an undead after all, he has his way.

　　As long as the other party becomes an undead, then you can communicate in undead language.

　　In this world, there are all kinds of languages, but the undead language, whether it is human or elves, whether it is an orc or a dwarf.

　　Regardless of the language they used in front of them, as long as they died and turned into undead, they can use undead language.

　　 This is the language with the largest "population" in this world, and it is also the greatest language in this wonderful world.

　　 Arcer slowly drew the frosty long sword from the sheath, and gently tapped the blade of the sword on the head of the citizen of another world.

　　 I saw a faint green rune appearing on the citizen's forehead, and a translucent human soul slowly followed the tip of the sword, and gradually floated out of the human body.

　　When the two undead looked at each other, the newborn undead looked shocked and looked back at his half-kneeling body, startled: "Huh? I'm dead?"

　　 Arcer nodded slightly: "Yes, human, you have become an undead."

　　"Fuck, I'm shocked!! I can understand you?

　　 is wrong, I have some old and small, you unexpectedly..."

　　 Even if it is an undead, the citizen's translucent body is trembling with anger.

　　 Arcer didn't care about that much, and a sword pierced into the body of the undead.

　　 A chill that had never been seen before was immediately uploaded from the sword to the body of the undead citizen, and the little bit of anger was completely dissipated at this time, shivering: "Ok... so cold..."

　　 Arcer said faintly: "I ask one sentence and you answer one sentence, otherwise you will be dispelled and you will not even be an undead."

　　 Didn’t you say that feudal superstition is not allowed? The citizens were crying, and he was so eager to survive, he nodded quickly, and madly pointed at the chilling sword in his lower abdomen and motioned in front of him. This looking sick guy hurriedly moved away, it was so cold.

　　 Arcer slowly withdrew the sword, opened his mouth and asked: "Where is your city lord?"

　　"City lord?" The citizen tilted his head and looked at Arcer with a weird look: "What the hell? What age is it, we don't have a city lord here."

　　It's absurd to find a feudal lord in a republic.

　　 A city without a city owner, this is absolutely impossible.

　　As an advanced existence in the world of the undead, Arte knew that every city in the world of the undead is managed by a city owner. If a city does not have a city owner, it will soon be attacked by other undead or wild undead, and a new one will be born. The lord of the city.

　　 Even in the human world, those cities are also the lord of the nobles sent by the king or emperor.

　　 There is no city without a city owner, and the undead citizens in this other world are lying to themselves.

　　 Alser squinted his eyes, and looked at the undead citizen. It seemed that he was too merciful just now. He re-inserted the sword into the undead citizen's body with a "shoo".

　　 said word by word: "Here! Me! City! Lord! Of! Message! Message!"

　　 "I...we really don't have a city owner!"

　　 Very hard alien, even if the sword of the undead is inserted into his body as the soul, he still keeps the secret of the city lord.

　　 admire, Arcer admires such a person quite a bit.

　　The undead citizens want to cry without tears, boss, what I said is true, touching my conscience.

　　 However, Arcer's eyes flashed with cold light, and with a "swish", he directly chopped the undead citizen who was "tight-tight" and useless in front of him.

　　 As the ghost wind gently blows, the citizen's spirit body disappears in the air in a moment.

　　 Arcer pointed the sword at the sky and shouted: "Army! Follow my orders! Search for a castle by a castle, and you must find the lord of this city for me!"

　　……

　　 "Wori, hurry up and hug Yaoer, my wife, hiding in the house, it’s a crisis!"

　　On the balcony of a certain community, a man poked his head out with a kitchen knife and looked down.

　　 The harsh sirens are still thinking in the sky: "The Jiangzhou Emergency Command Center is here! There are a large number of invaders from other worlds in the city!..."

　　 In the garden of the community below, one after another zombies with broken bodies crawled out of the ground.

　　 They are in ragged clothes, dragging rusty weapons and walking slowly on the ground.

　　Every step of walking can make the weapon dragged on the ground hit the ground, making a creepy sound like "clang clang."

　　 and it seems that they have just crawled out of the ground, and have not yet adapted to the air of this industrialized city. For a time, this group of zombies are acting slowly like snails.

　　 Someone in the community has organized: "Hurry up and take the women, children and the elderly home! The men all take up their weapons, and help drag a little!!"

　　 There are not many weapons at hand in the community, except for the stones in the flower beds.

When the low-level residents saw this, they hurriedly shouted down: "Everyone, get away, I will throw my kitchen knife down for you!"

　　 "My watermelon knife will also bear with you!"

　　 "Wait a minute, I will go to the passage to get the fire axe and throw it down for you!"

　　"Hold the clothespin!"

　　 "There is a fruit knife here!"

　　 The men below face the warm neighbors upstairs, tears in their eyes.

　　 Throw it right, don’t throw it on my head!

　　 Mom, it's scary!

　　 For a while, the air-dropped supplies fell like rain. It was really a rain of swords, guns and swords, and someone who was not careful could be hit by the big guy upstairs.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 A fire axe accurately hit the head of the zombie who had been wearing the ragged leather armor. When the axe went down, the whole head was split open.

　　The upstairs happily said: "I'm going, good luck, kill a zombie!"

　　 "Downstairs, go pick up the axe!"

　　 This one upstairs is not too painful to speak while standing, but there are so many women, children and elderly people downstairs~IndoMTL.com~ The man gritted his teeth, took two steps, and flew directly towards the one being flew. The coming fire axe chopped the zombie on the ground and rushed over.

　　 An unspeakable stench came over, and the man clutched his nose: "It smells!"

　　 an old corpse, and the brains were still smashed by a fire axe, the smell that had been brewing for a long time burst out of the body, even if there was a paladin standing next to add the holy light, it is estimated to be Not much better.

　　 The man gritted his teeth and pulled out the axe with a "puff", held it in his hand, and ran away in stride, afraid to stay in that place for even half a second.

　　The men below the community have successively received airdropped weapons, while the residents upstairs are also commanding: "Who and so, you have a zombie behind you, quickly kill!"

　　 Dry racks downstairs, upstairs to watch the show.

　　 is like a multi-core onlooker watching a single-core game, you can do it, shut up.

　　 A few men formed a small team, looking at the mud that was beginning to pop up in the flower bed, they immediately warned: "There! There are zombies coming out of that place!"

　　"Everyone, come together!"

　　 three hits five divided by two, the zombies were killed by a few men before they crawled out of the ground.

　　 Even if it is a zombie in heavy armor and full helmet, it’s okay.

　　 A fire axe goes down, no matter who he is, he can't live.

　　 "Fuck, the concrete floor is also moving!!"

　　 I just listened to the sound of a "buckle" on the concrete floor, and there must be a zombie below who wanted to climb out.

　　 But after all, it’s a concrete floor. Even if your zombie breaks your nails, you can’t get out of the concrete with your bare hands.

　　 "Oh, there is a mentally retarded zombie stuck in the cement and can't climb out!"