51 The beginning of the tide of death

In the world of loucheng, somewhere in the wilderness.

This was a nameless Valley with strange rock formations. Dark brown rocks that were as sharp as blades extended endlessly, and clusters of wild grass grew tenaciously in it. It looked extremely desolate.

Five shabbily equipped Wanderers and wild cultivators were sitting in a circle, each holding a piece of dry and hard grass seed flatbread and drinking cold water to satisfy their hunger.

They placed it in the bloody leather backpack beside them, which contained their harvest from this trip. There were the head of the corpse monster and the organs of other monsters as proof of their hunting mission.

Once he brought the loot to the Wanderer town, he could exchange it for many rewards from the officials of Black Rock City.

The tide of zombies was a disaster this time. An endless stream of zombie monsters wandered around the vicinity of Black Rock City. Although it was a headache for the ruler of Black Rock City, it also gave the Wanderers and wild cultivators a chance to make a fortune.

As the hunting rewards given out by Black Rock City continued to increase, the rewards from a single hunt today were equivalent to a few times in the past. With such a good job, he had to seize the time and do it a few more times.

It could be seen that they were in a good mood and were all smiling as they spoke.

However, none of them noticed that a dark cloud had suddenly appeared on the horizon and was slowly approaching them.

It was only when the dark cloud was about to engulf them that a wandering cultivator in the group noticed something unusual.

"Big brother, look at what's flying in the sky?"

A thin man frowned and looked at the sky for a while, then turned to the brawny man beside him.

The brawny man, who was called big brother by the skinny man, looked up at the sky and saw a group of strange black birds with blood-red eyes swarming over. Their target was none other than them.

The wild cultivators in the wilderness had a high sense of danger, which was why they were better than the cultivators in loucheng.

Before the Big Brother could give a warning, the other companions who had noticed the strange bird's unusual behavior had already drawn their weapons and started to attack the death bird.

crackling " sounds rang out non-stop. Although the virus carried by these death birds was very terrifying, they were very fragile by themselves. A large number of them were instantly knocked down by the weapons of the few people.

However, the death birds were not afraid of death. If their target was not infected with the virus, they would not give up.

As more and more dead birds piled up on the ground, someone was finally injured by the dead birds that had escaped the net.

The injured person had yet to realize the terror of this poison. As he moved vigorously, the poison's attack speed suddenly accelerated, and his movements also slowed down unknowingly.

One of his companions noticed his abnormality, but he had no time to deal with the overwhelming death birds. Finally, when a trace of black gas spread to his face, the injured man's expression changed dramatically.

An unnatural muscle twitch appeared on his face, and it became more and more serious. If one looked closely at his eyes, they were already covered in blood like a spider web.

"Plop!"

The wounded man suddenly fell to the ground. His limbs were twisted in an exaggerated way, which made him look extremely ferocious.

"Old Mo, what's wrong with you?"

The man who was called boss saw his companion fall and quickly shouted loudly. However, he did not get any response, which made him anxious.

Time passed by slowly, and more and more death birds were smashed by the weapons. Other than the boss, the rest of the people were all injured. At the same time, the death birds stopped attacking them.

Only the boss was uninjured. He desperately chased away the death birds, and the few injured people also helped him.

Ten minutes later, when the last death bird was smashed into pieces, the boss fell to the ground, exhausted and panting heavily.

"Damn it, what kind of bird is this? why have I never seen it before?"

After the boss cursed, he didn't get a response from his brothers like he usually did.

He turned around in confusion and saw his brothers all lying on the ground. Their limbs were twisted and deformed, and their faces were covered with a layer of gray-white skin that only the dead would have.

"Damn it, what's wrong with you guys?"

The boss's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He struggled with his exhausted body and crawled over with difficulty to take a look.

Even though the Wanderer and wild cultivator were already prepared to die in the wilderness, they still couldn't accept the sudden arrival of this day.

The boss crawled to the side of one of his companions. This person was the first to fall, the wandering wild cultivator named old Mo. It had only been a dozen minutes, but his face was already frighteningly blue and purple.

He tried his nose, breath, and pulse, but he had been dead for a long time.

The leader of the Wanderer exploration team was filled with sorrow. His turbid eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Kekekekeke"

A strange sound came from beside him. The leader of the exploration team turned around in surprise and found that his companion, who had been dead for a long time, was struggling to get up.

"Old Mo Feifei, what are you doing?"

The leader of the expedition team had a bad feeling, but before he could finish his question, the Wanderer called old Mo pounced on him and pushed him to the ground.

"Damn it, how did you become a zombie?"

The frightened boss didn't even finish his sentence before old Mo bit him on the neck. Blood splattered all over old Mo's ashen face.

The leader, whose throat had been bitten, was struggling helplessly. From the corner of his eye, he saw a few figures with strange movements standing up from the ground. They were his dead companions.

"Hehe, Yingluo."

The leader of the exploration team let out a bitter smile mixed with sorrow and unwillingness at the last moment before his consciousness disappeared. Then, his eyes went completely black.

In a Valley in the wilderness, the ground was littered with shattered black bird corpses. A few strange Wanderers and wild cultivators were lying on the ground, tearing and devouring a broken corpse.

"Pa!"

A badly mutilated arm stretched out from the middle of the wild cultivators and swung with great force, knocking two Wanderers to the side. Soon after, a skeleton with only broken skin and hair stood up from the group of wild cultivators. From the remnants of its clothing, it was the leader of the exploration team.

"Si si si ..."

The boss, whose leg had been completely ripped off, looked around with his blood-red eyes that had fallen out of his eye sockets. He extended his neck and roared at his subordinates who had turned into zombies. He then picked up the weapons that had fallen on the ground, turned around, and walked towards the direction of Black Rock City.

The subordinates also picked up their weapons and continued to follow their former boss, staggering forward in the wilderness.

If one were to look down from the sky, they would see the corpses of Wanderers crawling up from the ground as the death birds passed by. They would then pick up their weapons and slowly head toward Black Rock City.

This group continued to expand and gather, from the original scattered stars, gradually turning into a dense black cloud.