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Linsset held a wooden round shield in his left hand and a spear in his right, and he and Lyon stood side by side, forming a wall of spears.

As the seven or eight zombies approached, Linsel could see that they were armed: some held rough wooden sticks and rusty knives, while the rest waved their withered hands in front of them.

"Hold on tight to the spear!"

Lindsay warned Leon beside him, but before he could finish speaking, a zombie pounced on him, its body crashing straight into Lindsay's spear.

The spearhead pierced the withered flesh without any resistance. Linsset pulled his right hand forward with force, leaving a hole in the undead monster.

[Zombie, Monster, Health: 31/80, Armor: 0, Minor Torso Wound]

These zombies really have no brains; at most, they just grab some simple weapons and charge in headfirst.

"There are quite a lot of zombies!"

Leon's spear stopped one zombie, but several more appeared from the left and right sides and surged forward.

The two slowly retreated, while maintaining a wall of spears in their hands to continuously block the zombies that wanted to pounce on them, so as not to be surrounded.

"Lince, you guys keep pulling the zombies away. Don't move the last one in chainmail yet."

I saw some people coming from the other side; those guys didn't look like nice guys!

"Goat!" Lindsay shouted, and he and Lyon continued to back away.

puff.

A zombie was pierced by a spear, but the short wooden stick in its withered hand swung towards Linssé.

Linsset raised his shield with his left hand, and the short stick struck the wooden shield with a dull thud. Linsset then thrust his shield forward to parry.

The zombie was knocked back by the force of the impact, and the two behind it were also tripped up.

These zombies would be a great training ground for shield bashing.

"Hey hey, you dead guys, I'm here!"

Hearing Lyon's voice from the side, Linsel turned his head and saw that the Black Iron Adventurer had already run six or seven meters away. At the same time, three zombies, along with the one in chainmail, had their attention drawn to him and were chasing after him.

Is this okay?

Linsel carefully observed the movements of the remaining three zombies in front of him; they were stiff and rather slow.

No wonder Leon started running; he was convinced that the zombies couldn't catch a running human.

This is true.

An arrow whistled through the air and struck the head of a zombie to Linssey's left front, causing the zombie to slowly fall to the ground.

"Take care of them quickly, those guys are from the Vulture Gang!"

"Broken Arrow" shouted as he and "Goat" retreated toward Linsset together.

Hearing the urging of "Broken Arrow," Linsel stopped pretending. He used his wooden shield to block the zombie's knife slash with one hand, and with the other hand, he threw down his spear and drew his iron sword.

With a horizontal slash of the iron sword, he severed a rotting head, and with several more swings, he hacked the remaining zombie to pieces!

"Well done, Lindsay! And Leon, you hold off the rest of the monsters for as long as you can."

The goat's sling was spinning.

"Those Vulture Gang bandits and thugs on the other side have their eyes on us today, otherwise they wouldn't have set up a shield wall."

Linsset looked across at the opposite side, where the twelve people, a hundred meters away, were now divided into two rows.

The six men in the front row, each holding a round wooden shield, moved forward slowly. The six men in the back row followed, one of whom was using a bow and arrow, three of whom were using slingshots, and two of whom were at the rear, seemingly wearing better cloth armor.

Lindsay stared at the panel in front of him.

[xxx, Human, Health: 50/50, Armor: 10/10 (Rough Linen Clothing)]

[xxx, Human, Health: 60/60, Armor: 30/30 (Waistband)]...

He has discovered a pattern: biological information that is closer is displayed above the head, while that that is farther away is displayed in front of the eyes.

As long as you can see the other person clearly, you can check their situation.

None of the twelve men were over 65, but given the large number, Lindsay cautiously asked, "Should we retreat?"

"Goat" sneered: "What are you retreating for, Lindsay? Have some confidence. Most of those thugs over there don't even have armor; they're just small fry."

He flicked his sling, and a stone shot out, striking a shield in the front row. The impact sent the man holding the shield staggering back several steps.

"Watch my [long shot], crush their morale." "Broken Arrow's" longbow flashed slightly as he drew the bowstring taut for a few seconds before releasing it.

An arrow flew out of his hand with a sound, striking an enemy holding a bow behind the shield wall. The man clutched his neck and fell to the ground.

It hit the target from such a distance; that's the power of combat skills!

The remaining eleven men on the other side saw one of their comrades fall, and the shield wall loosened slightly, but they still maintained their formation and advanced.

Several stones flew towards Lin Sai and his companions, landing a few meters in front of them.

"These thugs are no good; they don't even know how to use a sling. If we kill a few more, they'll retreat."

Linsel wasn't very interested in fighting humans. After all, humans had brains, and fighting them was risky. Besides, even if he won, he wouldn't gain monster abilities; at most, he could only take some loot.

Seeing that those thugs on the other side weren't even wearing armor, it was easy to guess that they didn't have anything good on them.

"Broken Arrow" - another long-range shot, and a guy using a slingshot falls down.

The ten men on the other side panicked and began to raise their shields and retreat.

"If they try to escape, should we still pursue them?" Brinnan asked.

"No." "Goat" aimed his sling at the four zombies chasing Leon.

"Let's quickly deal with these zombie minions, and that zombie in chainmail too, strip it off, and then go back to collect our reward."

After the vultures withdrew from the range of their long-range attacks, they ran away without looking back.

"Finally, we don't have to run anymore..." Leon shouted, slightly out of breath. "These undead don't seem to get tired at all, come on!"

"Goat" launched a stone from his sling, and then the middle-aged adventurer pulled out a dagger and charged toward the remaining zombies.

So brave?

Linsel, sword and shield in hand, followed closely behind, joining "Broken Arrow" in their assistance.

The four men quickly took down three zombies, leaving only the one in chainmail.

Leon, shielding himself from the zombie's claws and bites, said, "Seniors, hurry up and get this undead armor!"

"How do I get this chainmail off?"

"Goat": "Linsey, do you have a dagger? If not, go get the zombie's knife and help us."

"Why not just behead it with a sword?"

"This might cut into the chainmail around the neck, which could easily damage it. Use a dagger or knife instead."

Linsset didn't have a dagger, but he did as he was told. When he came over with a rusty little knife, he saw a rather strange scene.

"Broken Arrow" held the zombie tightly from behind with his two rough hands, Leon gripped the zombie's arms, while "Goat" carefully stabbed the zombie's flesh beneath the chainmail with a dagger through the gaps in the chainmail.

The zombie was struggling to break free, hissing from its crooked mouth, but it was firmly under control.

"Linse, come help me dig!"