Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

Chapter 84 Veterans Don't Die

"Grandpa Mom is back!"

Before he got close to the village, the veteran Mom heard the excited screams of the children in the village.

That sound was like the sound of the sounds of nature, which made old Momo exhausted after sweeping the boat and cart, and his whole body was filled with infinite strength.

"Hahaha, boys, hurry up, if you don't go, hurry up, those greedy babies are afraid they will swallow their own tongues!" Mom greeted Qing Zhuang behind her.

"Hahaha..." The young adults laughed heartily when they heard the sound, and their pace suddenly increased by three points.

The shoulders and the cargo on the back seem to be no longer heavy at this moment.

As the young and strong entered the village, the old and weak women and children from various families, who had been reminded by the screams of the children, walked out of the house one after another, and surrounded them with excited faces.

Winter is approaching, the cold wind is biting, and it is not easy to catch up with the city.

For their entire village far away from the town, it is even more difficult to drive the city.

However, daily necessities are always exchanged and purchased.

No, the village head, Momu, took the young men in the village to the city to exchange goods with bacon and leather.

Different from previous years, thanks to the God of the Internet, everyone in the village practiced fighting skills, and even some people learned simple magic, which greatly improved the hunting efficiency.

Bacon is hung on the beams of every household.

This is not over yet.

A few months ago, the master mage of the empire sent people to send mallow seeds. These are the seeds, good guy, if you sprinkle them in the barren mountains and forests, green stubble will appear in a few days, and you can pick them in a month.

Pick a crop and grow a crop.

Everyone learned the recipes published on the Internet, chopped mallow and mixed it with black grain flour, kneaded it into lumps, boiled it on high heat, sprinkled a little salt, and drank a big bowl of it in the winter, and immediately warmed up Wake up, the feeling is not to mention how comfortable it is.

If it is served with a plate of thinly sliced ​​bacon, tsk tsk, life will never change.

The abundance of food made the village finally willing to take the excess bacon to the city to exchange for some good things.

"Oh, Aunt Lei, look, this floral cloth is so beautiful!"

"That's right, Mr. Mo, where did you buy it?"

"Hahaha, I read that people on the Internet say that Aunt Chengxi Nina weaves the most beautiful and sturdy linen. I went to check it out. Don't tell me, it's really good."

"What a sharp boning knife!"

"Grandpa Mo, where's the agreed maltose?"

"It's here, it's here!"

Everyone in the village gathered around the goods carried by the young and strong, commenting, and everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles.

Handy women, already discussing what these cloths can do.

The children were chasing and playing with malt candies.

The older children took over the newly bought weapons from their parents, and started to play with enthusiasm on the spot.

Mom looked at everyone's excitement, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He took out the expensive candied fruit he bought specially from the goods, left the villagers, and walked towards the center of the village.

A wooden house was built there.

The house is not big, only one room.

The room was empty except for an elaborately carved shrine, which stood opposite the door.

In front of the altar, there is a table.

Momo knelt down on one knee piously, untied the machete from his waist, and then placed the precious candied fruit on the table, singing in a low voice:

"Great existence from the azure star, you are the master of language and writing, you are the pioneer of the Internet, under your protection, I will connect with all living beings and everything."

Internet pages floated in front of him as always.

Mom smiled, the God of the Internet is really the most down-to-earth and hardworking God he has ever seen!

He is always available.

I don't know, will it be tiring for him to respond to countless Internet requests?

Thinking of this, Mom laughed at her naive thoughts.

"Grandpa Mom--"

A hysterical scream made Mom's smile froze suddenly. He grabbed the machete and rushed out.

Before he could ask, the scene in his field of vision made his pupils dilate, and he felt goosebumps all over his body, from head to tailbone!

On the elk forest, a light gate with a height of more than ten feet suddenly appeared.

The black vortex in the light gate rotated, and huge bone dragons flew out of it, hovering around the light gate.

In the lower half of the light gate, countless skeletons, living corpses, liches, and zombies swarmed out.

"Grandpa Mom, what... what is that?"

The young adults in the village rushed over with horror on their faces.

Mom stared blankly at the horrific scene in the distance, and after a while he roared hysterically:

"Run! Run to the city, that's... that's the army of Hades! The army of undead!"

Dead silence swept the audience.

All the villagers were stunned collectively.

The next moment, chaos and screams descended on this border village!

Someone was stunned, staring blankly at the teleportation array in the distance;

Someone rushed home in terror;

Someone shivered and retreated under the couch;

There are still people busy corners tidying up the soft things;

There are even people who have no masters and kneel directly on the ground, praying to the master mage and the god of the Internet.

"Run! Don't take anything, run, you'll be safe in the city!"

"Asshole, run! It's too late, don't pack up."

"Ron, run!"

Mom ran around the village frantically, beckoning the villagers to flee.

But there are too many villagers. At this moment, there are any reactions.

Some people can run decisively;

But more is the reluctance to give up the homeland and the reluctance to give up the property.

For them, every scoop and needle is a treasure, and there are too many things to pack here.

Seeing the army of undead gathering gradually, Momu gritted his teeth and could only greet the assembled villagers and children, and fled the village in a hurry.

The cold air poured into the lungs, but it couldn't quench the scorching heat of the lungs.

The crowd was running wildly, and because of the difference in physical strength, the villagers gradually stretched into a long line, scattered and scattered.

When Momu climbed up a mound with a young man and looked back, the bone-piercing terror and endless despair eroded everyone's hearts.

The black army of undead rushed into the village, and then spewed out in the blink of an eye, rushing away along the long queue of refugees.

The huge bone dragon whizzed past the heads of the crowd, breathing out the breath of severe pain and corrosion.

Breathing in the darkness, the villagers howled and scratched desperately, their flesh and bones were peeling off. When the bones were exposed, low-level skeleton soldiers lit up the cold skull caves.

The muscular body turned into a living corpse, opened its mouth with broken skin, and rushed towards the family members who escaped the breath!

"Mother--"

"grandfather--"

The young adults and children gathered around Mom looked at the crowd in the distance and screamed hysterically.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Run to the city to be safe!"

Mom frantically hugged the child who wanted to rush down to find her mother, held back tears, and ran towards the city.

The road to escape is so long!

The legs seemed to be filled with lead and weighed a thousand catties, but Mom had to use all her strength to lift them and move forward, step by step.

There are bone dragons in the sky from time to time, tearing up the sky, roaring past!

I don't know if Mom and the others are too small, or they have received new orders.

They didn't breathe, which made Momu and the others tremble in great terror, but they had no chance to tremble, because behind them was an army of undead all over the mountains and plains.

I don't know how long it took, Mom and others finally approached the city.

A layer of light blue magic shield, like a thin porcelain bowl, was upside down over the city.

On the edge of the magic shield, countless fleeing villagers frantically beat on the light curtain, howling mournfully for the mage to let them in.

"Let's go in, please!"

"Master Master, I won't go in, let my child go in, okay?"

The miserable howl sounded like countless icicles piercing Mom's heart.

Above the magic shield, bone dragons hovered, and in the blue skull cave, waiting coldly for the choice of the guardian of the city.

"How could it be like this?! How could it be like this!"

Mom stood beside the magic shield, stomping her feet and crying with tears streaming down her face.

The city guardian seemed to have heard Mom's wailing, and the magic shield suddenly disappeared.

Countless people who jumped on the magic shield staggered and fell down.

But instead of cursing, everyone was overwhelmed by ecstasy, and rushed towards the city frantically.

At this moment, the magic tower standing tall in the center of the city suddenly burst into dazzling light.

Mom stared blankly at the light, he clearly saw the magic tower - down!

At this moment, the bone dragon hovering in the air, not afraid of the magical impact of the collapse of the magic tower, rushed into the city, opened its huge mouth with ferocious fangs, and filled every street with its rotting breath.

Mom is falling into the ice cave!

Countless fleeing people were dumbfounded and stunned.

Collapse, despair, sweeping people's hearts.

After a while, Mom wiped away his tears. He pulled the boy beside him, Ron, opened the Internet, pointed to a saved picture and said, "This is Willis, run there, remember?"

Ron, who was only 14 years old, nodded blankly.

Mom turned off the Internet, took off the Internet ring, stuffed it into Ron's hand, and roared hysterically: "Run! Take out the milk! Run!"

Years of grudge training made the kid Ron subconsciously grab the ring and run away instinctively.

Running, he suddenly realized and looked back at Grandpa Mom.

I saw the gray-haired Grandpa Momu pull out the machete that he never lost while fleeing for his life, and turned to face the army of undead coming in like a tide.

The veteran is not dead.

(End of this chapter)