Huang Biluo does not simply regard the dead as monsters derived from zombies. In his view, what is derived from the dead is only the body of the dead, and the ideology of these dead is actually not much different from humans like them. They can also think of things that can be thought of, and they can also feel emotions that humans can feel.
It is also a derived race, the dead and the orcs are fundamentally different.
Orcs are beasts evolved into human form, but their way of thinking is more of animal instinct, but the dead are different, they not only have a strong body but also have various human ways of thinking, so, the dead Race is pretty scary.
Therefore, when Bai Wei proposed to use the dead as an experiment, Huang Biluo only asked, can all the dead in the guild of King's Landing be wiped out?
If you can catch everything, you can do it; if you can't, you can't do it.
After all, no one is willing to form a beam with a group of wildfire monsters.
Bai Wei was very sure that she could catch them all in one go. Naturally, Huang Biluo went through various investigations before finally agreeing to her plan. Of course, there are also fatal temptations such as the magical effect of the blood of the dead, but I have to say, In fact, Huang Biluo himself has always had a natural sense of distance from the race of the dead.
He always felt that when the strength is not enough, it is better not to provoke this kind of race that is neither human nor ghost.
In fact, the plan is also very perfect. If the last female deceased named Mo Ran hadn't appeared, maybe the whole King's Landing World would have been taken over by them. How could there be the current embarrassment?
Money is hard to buy, I knew it earlier.
Huang Biluo turned over again, he closed his eyes tightly, hoping to fall asleep, but no matter how tired his body was, he still didn't feel sleepy at all, and felt some uneasiness in the depths of his heart.
After tossing and turning for a while, he sat up abruptly, called his closest assistant and asked, "Has the person sent to King's Landing come back?"
"I'll be back in the afternoon, President, do you have anything else to ask?"
"Are they sure they haven't left the station?" Huang Biluo always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the spies' reports in the afternoon.
"No, after they returned to the station, they took all the dead bodies
"What kind of normal law?"
"Eat, rest, sleep, and take a bath." The assistant carefully recalled all the spies' replies in the afternoon: "It's the same as normal guild activities, except that there are very few people, there is no difference."
Huang Biluo stared closely at the assistant's face, he really wanted to ask you if you felt something was wrong, but he felt that he seemed rather timid to ask, after hesitating for a few seconds, he finally waved his hand to let the assistant go back to rest Yes, he lay down again and began to sort out the current situation seriously.
They have already moved away from their original location, not only is the moving route very concealed, but they are also fumigated with burning squirrel grass along the way, which is enough to make the surrounding monsters move and at the same time, their smell can be completely wiped out. If it is covered, even if the people of King's Landing want to trouble them, it may take a little time.
In addition, although Bai Wei was seriously injured, her experiment diary was completely read by Wang Lin. Wang Lin continued Bai Wei's experiment, and the scale was even larger. The dead are the best experimental models.
Although only one day has passed, it turns out that Bai Wei's conjecture is correct. The blood of the dead does have an artifact effect that can quickly heal wounds. Even if it cannot be purified for the time being, drinking the blood of the dead can still achieve good results.
The blood drawing has already begun, and nearly twenty liters of blood have been drawn so far. If it is not for the fear of these dead people dying, they should be able to get more.
However, with this blood, even if they encounter King's Landing Tianxia's revenge, they can still hold on.
What else is there?
By the way, they still have a lot of secret weapons. Among them, Bai Wei and the others brought a lot of things from King's Landing, which are also very useful. With so many things, what if the dead from King's Landing come? So what if Mo Ran, who finally messed up the battle situation, came?
The final victory will always be theirs.
No, no, he thought wrong, they can't wait for the people from King's Landing to come, they still have to take the initiative to attack, and catch all the people from King's Landing when everyone in the world doesn't know the secret of the dead. In this way, he will soon To be among the strongest of mankind...
Huang Biluo was thinking about these things over and over in his mind.
In the dead of night, there was not even a trace of wind, and the surrounding air seemed to have become solid.
In such stagnant air, the smell of bluegrass became more and more intense. Standing on a high place, Mo Ran quietly watched the extremely hidden ruins about 500 meters away, and she moved slightly. Squeeze your nostrils, trying hard to get rid of the smell of bluegrass.
"Attack?" Xue Changfeng glanced at Mo Ran who was standing on a high place, and asked in a low voice.
"Are you ready?" Mo Ran frowned, there was no wind, and the smell of bluegrass was too strong. In addition, she is only at the first level now, and she does not have the keen sense of smell as the seventh level. The intertwining of various unfavorable reasons made her feel full of anxiety.
"Get ready." Xue Changfeng turned his head and took another look at all the dead. Each of them had a solemn face, looking at death as if they were home, like soldiers who had been fighting for a long time, and their eyes were full of burning hatred. "Attack now?"
Mo Ran nodded slightly, but at the moment Xue Changfeng was about to order an attack, she raised her hand decisively to stop everyone: "No, wait a minute, I feel something is wrong."
Although Xue Changfeng was determined to die, when he heard Mo Ran mention something was wrong, his heart couldn't help sinking, "What's wrong?"
Mo Ran frowned, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to distinguish the various smells in the air, but it was still in vain.
In addition to the strong smell of bluegrass, there is also the smell of humans and monsters wandering around in the air. Besides these, there seems to be something lingering in it, but what is that?
This smell is very light, almost negligible, if Mo Ran is more courageous, it can be ignored.
But after fourteen years of blood licking in the previous life, Mo Ran is really not very courageous. She can be called the last dead person. The magic weapon for her life is actually very simple, but it is to drive carefully for thousands of years. Boat.
Once the war starts, of course, we must rush forward without any scruples, but before the battle begins, we need to be cautious and careful, after all, the difference is a thousand miles away.
"What kind of smell can you smell in the air?" Mo Ran tried hard to distinguish, but still couldn't get the result, he could only ask all the dead present.
Of course, the probability of this kind of dead person appearing is relatively low. Mo Ran just asked casually, and he really didn't expect such a dead person to appear.
It's just that her luck in this life is obviously good. When everyone was talking about the smells that Mo Ran had already identified, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the crowd: "It's so heavy. Don't you smell the smoke?"
The voice was not too loud, and it was drowned almost immediately in the rush of voices. If it weren't for Mo Ran's sharp ears, he might have ignored it.
Raising her head, Mo Ran accurately found the direction from which the voice came from, then raised her hand to signal for everyone to be quiet, and then asked, "Who just said that like fireworks?"
In the silence, only a middle-aged man stood up slowly. His figure was burly, and his appearance was relatively rough. He seemed very unique among the dead who had always been exquisite and beautiful. Snow-white hair, sickly white skin, and red eyes almost make people think that he is actually an undercover agent who sneaked in.
It can be seen that he is very cautious about being called up alone, standing there, he doesn't know where to put his hands and feet. Facing Mo Ran's question, he can only scratch his hair, with a little hesitation: "The smells you mentioned are indeed there, but there is also a very choking smell."
"Are you sure?" Mo Ran stared into his eyes and asked, "Xie Dahai, are you sure there is still a choking smell?"
Xie Dahai was obviously nervous, he swallowed hard, didn't know whether to say yes or no, and finally he spoke with certainty after being comforted by He Yu: "I have a very good nose since I was a child, and others call me a dog." Nose, I can smell things that others can't smell, I do smell a choking smell, but I can't confirm what it is, I've never smelled it before."
Mo Ran narrowed his eyes.
The choking smell of fireworks, the smell that most people can't smell, what could it be?
Suddenly, she thought of something like a flash of inspiration, and turned to ask Xie Lang: "Bai Wei and the others took away something?"
Speaking of this, Xie Lang was taken aback for a moment, and then replied with a face full of shame: "Bai Wei and the others have always been in charge of the warehouse, and none of us dead people manage the warehouse..."
And Mo Ran's mind was obviously not on pursuing responsibility, she was thinking about another question: "Have you searched the military base or the police station in M City?"
Everyone is not a fool. When Mo Ran asked this question, Xue Changfeng felt as if he had fallen into an abyss filled with ice water, and the piercing chills rushed towards him endlessly from all directions, making him Almost suffocated.
"Yes..." In the silence, Xue Changfeng raised his head, feeling like he was in pain like drowning.
Xie Dahai has been listening carefully to Mo Ran's words. When he heard this, he clapped his hands suddenly: "Ah! So that's the case. I said that this smell is a bit like the smell after setting off firecrackers, but it's not It's totally like..."
From the last days until now, everyone has actually been in the era of cold weapons. The root cause is that the management of guns in country Z is very good, and ordinary people will never touch these things. However, this does not mean that these Things don't exist, they just exist in a more subtle way, so that everyone ignores that there is actually this thing in the human world.
Ordinary people have a natural fear of this thing, even if they become dead, this fear still exists.
Immediately, everyone started whispering, and even Xue Changfeng felt his scalp start to tingle.
"Stay here and hide." Mo Ran ordered calmly after confirming the information she wanted to know, and then turned to leave, but He Yu grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"I'll go and see the situation." Mo Ran wanted to push He Yu's hand away, but he didn't want He Yu to let go at all. He even looked at Mo Ran persistently.
"I will go with you."
He Yu's eyes were shining brightly in the night, and he looked at Mo Ran quietly, with inexplicable persistence in his voice.
However, his persistence also became weak when he met Mo Ran. Mo Ran pinched his wrist, and with a little force, He Yu felt the insurmountable gap between levels.
"You can't come with me." Mo Ran looked at He Yu and said, "Everyone has everyone's responsibility, and it is our duty to do our own thing well." Having said that, she
Mo Ran's appearance was originally very beautiful, and when she was not smiling, it was as if she was separated from the clouds and cold, but when her eyebrows and eyes were bent, she looked friendly again, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised a charming arc: " Are you worried that I will die? Don't worry, I am not a good person, so I will basically live a long time."
Before she finished speaking, the person had quietly disappeared into the silent night like a ghost.
Mo Ran's sense of smell is not as good as Xie Dahai's. She can't clearly distinguish the smell of gunpowder at a distance of five or six hundred meters, but she can easily distinguish it at a distance of two to three hundred meters.
I have to say that Huang Biluo has some brains. He planted a ring of landmines around the Huangquan Guild's residence. Although they were not densely packed, they were scattered and irregular. There are three or two kittens on patrol, and their wandering is the best cover for the danger here.
If Mo Ran hadn't confirmed that there was an ambush here, if Mo Ran hadn't clearly identified the smell of gunpowder here, if Mo Ran hadn't been very experienced in escaping, maybe he would have stepped on that one when he was lurking in. two.
Unfortunately, if is called an if because it doesn't happen.
The long sword in his right hand fiddled with the soil a few times, and soon a forest green thing that looked like a can appeared in front of Mo Ran's eyes.
Even if you haven't seen the real thing, you've seen it a lot on TV and movies.
Mo Ran squinted her eyes, bent down, and carefully picked up the landmine. She noticed that the insurance on it was only loosely attached. If any external force touched it, it meant it had been triggered, and the consequences would be disastrous. .
Looking at the landmine that was the size of a small basin, Mo Ran had to sigh, the Netherworld Guild was really willing to spend their money in order to kill them, of course, I have to sigh, these human hearts are not ordinary Ruthless, with such a big mine, are you trying to blow them into pieces?
but…
She suddenly laughed, she really wanted to thank them for being vicious, it really saved her a lot of things.
Some things after the apocalypse cannot be explained by common sense before the apocalypse, such as wrapping.
Exactly the same as in the game, each player can wear five packages, and various things can be stored in these packages. Of course, the packages also have a very magical location
To put it simply, it is a bowl of steaming hot noodles. If you put the noodles outside, the noodles will soon become cold, but what if you put them in a package? Then the time added to this bowl of noodles will stop, no matter how long the outside time has passed, as long as the person who kept the noodles does not die, then when he takes out the bowl of noodles again, the bowl of noodles will actually still be the same as before. When it was put in, it was still steaming hot.
This is a small benefit of the game, and everyone knows it.
However, the more everyone knows something, the easier it is to be used.
This is the so-called reason that ordinary people follow the rules, but the strong can make the rules.
Still like this package, most people probably only think of using it to keep food fresh, but what Mo Ran thinks of is using it to keep fresh—land mines.
Mo Ran didn't know what kind of mine it was, but she could put the mine that had been locked but not detonated into the package, and let it stay in this state until it was taken out again.
Of course, anyone can do this, but if you want to guarantee your success, you need to be brave enough, steady and fast enough, both of which are indispensable. These are not things that ordinary people can do, except Mo Ran.
Press the safety button and put it in the package. This seemingly simple action is completely impossible for ordinary people, but it is really very simple for Mo Ran. She only tried once, and she has successfully put a The landmine that was about to detonate was perfectly preserved in the package, but she still felt unsatisfied.
Then she dug a few more in a row, doing the same thing, and soon she got the best feel, not only got stuck at the node where the safety was pressed down, but also left enough time for taking it out to detonate.
After mastering this feeling, she consciously or unconsciously began to repeat and accumulate this feeling. It is a pity that the Netherworld Guild only planted more than 20 mines in total, of which there was only one large one, and the medium one three of them, and all the others are small.
After collecting these mines, Mo Ran did not continue to go deep into the station, but directly returned to the gathering place of King's Landing.
From a distance, she saw a patch of white heads looking forward to her direction. When someone found her trail, she saw that patch of white heads moving towards her immediately, because she didn't dare to say anything. sounds, their movements and
This is really a very fresh experience.
In the previous life, the dead clan was born with inadequacies at the beginning of development, and the next generation was not as good as the previous generation. They basically became small groups, all scattered, and everyone did their own thing. She wandered among the tribes and never had any A sense of belonging, naturally no one will wait for her.
But now, when this strange feeling came suddenly, she actually had a rare and secret timidity emerge from the bottom of her heart.
However, the enthusiasm of the dead obviously did not give Mo Ran a chance to be timid. They almost rushed forward, lowered their voices and asked about her condition, and all of them were relieved after learning that she was not injured.
Mo Ran briefly explained the situation of the Netherworld Guild, "You wait in the back for a while, and attack as soon as you hear a mine explode."
The plan hardly changed, and the dead quickly assembled, stepping into the dark night, like a group of ghosts, quietly sneaked into the outskirts of the Netherworld Guild's resident.
After hiding their breath, they could even see the humans patrolling at night wandering leisurely ten meters away from them, but they didn't notice their existence at all.
"Be careful." Although He Yu didn't know what Mo Ran was going to do with those mines, it didn't stop him from worrying like an old hen.
Mo Ran turned her head back, gestured "OK" to him, and jumped like a nighthawk, sticking to the edge of the ruins, following the swaying shadows of the trees, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Huang Biluo sat up abruptly, panting heavily, looking around, and found that it was still the same room as before he fell asleep, and only then did he realize that he must have been dreaming just now.
Seriously recalling the dream just now, it really was an unpleasant dream.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Huang Biluo fell heavily on the bed again, feeling that this night was especially long.
Having just closed her eyes, Huang Biluo was about to fall asleep again.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise mixed with the shaking of the earth and mountains...
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