Chapter 252: Bad news: We are surrounded. Good news: No one from us is present!
When Margaret woke up, she subconsciously took a defensive stance and observed the situation around her.
I was in a tent with not many personal belongings inside, and I couldn't tell whether it was my tent or someone else's.
Margaret found no clues in the tent, so she walked outside and discovered that she was on a plain with many tents arranged around it.
Judging from the wolf pattern on the tent, she seemed to be in the team of the Lauren Frost family of this era.
And judging from the fact that the tent was located in the center of the team, her current status seemed to be quite high.
This is all the information we know at the moment. Margaret looked around and, just like last time, did not find any trace of Mo Cheng.
Looking at the bracelet on her wrist, she saw a green silk thread surrounding the bracelet, with one end pointing to somewhere.
According to Grand Mage Muzel, this is reporting the status and location of the other wearer, and is divided into green, yellow, and red.
Green means safe, yellow means injured, and red means seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Once there is no light at all, it can only mean one thing: the other holder, death.
Judging from the feedback from the bracelet, Mo Cheng was not in any danger.
Margaret, feeling relieved, was about to pack up and follow the instructions of the bracelet to reunite with Mo Cheng, but she heard someone calling her name not far behind.
"Margaret~~~~~"
The voice came from far away and gradually approached. When the person who spoke the first word was probably still a hundred meters away, but when she stretched out the last word, she had already come behind Margaret.
"Alas~"
Margaret sighed helplessly, then decisively drew out the Dawn Wind and slashed backwards.
“clang!”
The two swords collided with each other, and behind the blades was Wendissa's smiling face. "Are you asking your aunt for swordsmanship lessons right after we met? Margaret, you really don't know how to enjoy life. This will make the men who pursue you very distressed."
"Really?" Margaret pressed her wrist down hard, showing no intention of respecting the elders of the family. "I just suddenly wanted to ask Aunt Wendisa about your literary creation ideas."
"Eh hey hey?"
Wendissa realized something and looked around quickly. She said in surprise, "Why can't I see Mo Cheng? Could it be that my dear niece finally came to me for comfort because she didn't know how to get along with boys and got dumped?"
What answered Vendisa was a sword blade that was as violent as a storm.
"Mo Cheng and I don't have that kind of relationship!"
"So, with the [Strategy] I gave you, you and him aren't even boyfriend and girlfriend? You might as well be dumped!"
On the plain where Lauren Frost was stationed, a terrible storm suddenly arose.
…
When he came back to his senses, Mo Cheng found that he seemed to be pressed down by something very heavy, and his brain was also uncomfortable.
It felt like being thrown into a toilet that was flushed at 7,289 revolutions per second.
Struggling to push away the heavy objects on his body and struggling to walk to a relatively flat open space, Mo Cheng squatted for a long time before he dispelled the strange feeling in his brain.
"So, is this the motion sickness I have to experience every time I go to a dungeon? What will it be next time?"
The last time it was like being hit head-on by an overloaded truck, and this time it was like being flushed into a flush toilet. Mo Cheng felt that as he entered the dungeon more times in the future, he would basically be able to experience all the bizarre ways of traveling on the market.
Suddenly, Mo Cheng felt a foul odor hitting his nose. The pungent smell made Mo Cheng shiver and at the same time took away the discomfort in his brain.
Only then did Mo Cheng see clearly where he was. Countless dead bodies were piled together like a small hill. Disgusting flies and mosquitoes were circling the rotten and swollen corpses. There were also containers that looked like rice jars around them. The rice jars were sealed so that people couldn't tell what was inside.
But soon, Mo Cheng knew what was inside.
Because there was an open-air chopping board not far away, and there were dozens of abominations wearing chef hats and aprons waving machetes in their hands, dismembering the corpses, smashing them, and then throwing them into the vat.
While the Abominations were busy, ghouls continued to deliver corpses to their chopping boards. Occasionally, a ghoul could not resist the temptation of food and wanted to steal some of the food being transported...
No one tried to stop him, but after the zombie took the first bite, it melted into a green paste on the ground within two steps.
Instead, behind the busy Abomination, there was an acolyte constantly urging him, "Hurry up, hurry up... The plague of the dead must be completed within three days. If it is not completed on time, the soul will be taken away and burned on the oil lamp for a hundred years."
Mo Cheng looked around and saw countless corpses piled together. The foul smell continued to destroy his sense of smell.
There was no need to think too much about it. He was most likely being crushed by the corpses just now, and even had close and intimate contact with these swollen and festering corpses.
Even Mo Cheng couldn't help but feel nauseous at this moment.
But soon Mo Cheng no longer needed to worry about whether there was anything in his stomach that he could vomit out, because the zombies who came to transport the corpses had already discovered him.
An invisible wave was transmitted, and all the undead immediately stopped what they were doing and surrounded Mo Cheng.
Looking around, Mo Cheng found two pieces of news, one good and one bad.
The bad news is that he is surrounded, surrounded by a group of fearless and tireless undead spirits.
The good news is that there are only undead here.
This meant that he could use some quick removal methods without hesitation.
for example……
"Come on, Tombstone, kill them all!"
Surrounded by countless undead spirits, Mo Cheng not only did not show any fear, but his expression even looked as if he was the only one who surrounded the undead here.
In fact, after the tombstone filled with the breath of death rose up, the undead here were really surrounded by Mo Cheng alone.
In an instant, countless undead corpses jumped out from the ground. They obeyed the order of the summoner, the only and direct order - to destroy everything that moved in front of them.
In just the moment of its appearance, the tombstone caused nearly a thousand deaths in the first round. In the face of the power of the God of Death, even the immortal undead would fall into eternal sleep.
But this is not the end. The sudden large-scale death of the undead directly filled up the points of one of Mo Cheng's skills.
"Vampire soul, come on too!"
The halo of the Soul Emperor imprisoned the dead souls and forced them to offer the highest loyalty. Five phantoms were outlined by purple and white lines beside Mo Cheng.
