Scott felt his heart beat for a moment. He stopped working. It was the scream behind him that made Scott regain control of his body.

A strong man hiding in the corner, was a broken wood wall of the blue palm of the wrist, the whole person lost blood.

"Do something! Help me The captured man propped up on the wall with one foot, trying to keep himself away from being pulled to the wall. Through the broken space, several immortals outside were observing with their own turbid eyes.

The other two survivors, who were closest to him, immediately stepped back, opened their distance from him, and also left the wall by the way.

"Don't squeeze me, I've got one!" Through the walls, the survivors could hear the salivating voice of the undead outside.

"Cut off his arm! Come on, damn it. Are you going to watch me die The captured man's face was white, and his heart rending howl almost overwhelmed the undead outside.

Scott looked back at the farce behind him, and at the mutant that blocked the door at the door. He clenched the steel knife in his hand, bit his teeth, turned and ran over. He picked up the knife and cut off the dead man's arm!

"Kill the undead at the door, or die here! Choose yourself Scott exclaimed, "which celestine tells you every day that we can only live together. This is the moment to test our unity."

As soon as the captured man was out of danger, he nodded at Scot's characteristics, and was pushed to the front by Scott: "this is our last chance! Come on

The man had just been saved by Scott and had to take a few symbolic steps forward. The other two survivors were forced to rush towards the door under Scott's encouragement and eyes.

These survivors now know that the more serious the immortal mutates, the more severe it is.

The immortal at the door has three heads. It's not easy to be provoked!

But as Scott said, you can either gamble and get out, or you'll die on the plate of the undead.

It's just that no one wants to be the first to rush.

In addition to Nur, Nur, the nearest to the misshapen.

This looks like a thin boy, do not know where the courage, suddenly burst, facing the undead on the past, the hands of the small dagger was raised.

Anyone who has combat experience will not use daggers like him. The most important skill of short weapons is to hide their attack intention and strive for a fatal chance.

But the other three men, including Scott, subconsciously quickened their pace, and now it's up to them to see if they can run away when they kill Nur.

In particular, Scott, a shrewd businessman, did not know when he had a piece of iron ore in his hands.

Once Nur's sacrifice fails to gain enough time, he is ready to take the initiative to buy some time for himself, but it requires the sacrifice of a "friend.".

I'm sorry, guys. Scott, at the end of the team, kept using his spare time to choose the right target. He didn't want to be found out that he was such a mean means of survival.

Nur was less than half a meter away from the dead, suddenly jumping high, as if to use his own dagger to pierce the middle of the head.

"Thank the gods, I will not forget your sacrifice, Nur!" Scott has heard the sound of the wooden wall behind him being knocked through. He must seize every second and take advantage of nur's opportunity to escape from this ghost place!

"Hum!"

Scott felt a chill in his ear, but the nervous survivor had no time to pay attention to the details.

All he saw was Nur leaping up and down to the ground the tall mutant undead. The dagger in his hand seemed to vent his fear and pierce the head of the immortal in his chest.

Nur is too short for him to attack his opponent's head, which is actually used to control his body.

Scott, who had already thrown half of his body out of the doorframe, was in a trance. His front foot was still making a running posture, but his back foot wanted to stand still.

As a result, the whole person directly fell to the ground, just facing the head of the woman on the ground!

"Ah Scott did not care to be afraid, with the tight grasp of the ore directly hit the woman's already unrecognized head!

"Poof!" The woman's head is like rotten tomato, which is smashed by Scott directly.

Damn it!

Scott looks at Nur, who is still hysterically stabbing the undead with a dagger, and shifts his attention to the most complete head of the mutant undead.

A metal arrow shot through the head, and only a finger long tail feather could be seen shaking slightly.

Scott followed the direction of the arrow and looked behind him. At the broken wood wall, a sailis man in exquisite armor came in. He carried a huge long bow in his hand, and several bodies of the undead collapsed behind him.I don't know why. Seeing that the comer is a sailis, Scott breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn't care to thank the other party for saving himself. The whole person lies directly on the ground, breathing the air greedily.

There is only one sailis in steelwalker camp, but he never takes off that weird helmet, and others can only infer that he is a sailis by his skin color.

During this period of time, the word SELIS has become a pronoun for toughness among survivors.

"Are you from camp steelwalker?" Scott watched as the sailis picked up Nur from the undead's body like a rabbit and threw it aside.

Perhaps feeling that he had not heard clearly, the sailis asked again, "barracks of steelwalker, do you know how to get there?"

"Yes, my Lord, we are scouts at camp steelwalker!" Scott felt that his body had finally accumulated enough strength to get up from the ground.

The original temporary team of five people, in the previous chaos, three people have fled without trace.

Scott looked at Nur, who was holding the dagger and twitching against the door frame. He shook his head and threw the ore aside at will.

I wish those people would come back to the camp alive.

In a few seconds, Scott suppressed himself almost to pick out the heart of his chest and tried to smile: "my Lord, are you looking for the person in charge of steelwalker camp? I can lead the way

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