Create the Age of Magic

"Master Edward...you, are you going to eat this?" Jacob felt that his three views had been greatly impacted.

"What are you thinking... I just want to see how long it takes for ordinary flames to cause damage to it, and what damage it will cause in the end." Horn said solemnly.

Jacob shook his head and left Horn. After seeing this scene, no matter what Horn explained, he couldn't look directly at Horn...

He walked to Horn's experimental tent. It was already daylight, and it was time for the tent to be put away.

"Let's throw that tent away, and you'd better not look at the things inside, it will cause psychological shadow..."

However, Jacob didn't listen to Horn's words. He hasn't been through any big storms, and he can still be frightened by the research of a mere magician?

But when he opened it, he was really shocked. He saw that there was no whole piece of zombie inside, and the broken corpses were scattered all over the tent. There were also zombie juices on the tent, especially the ones with several other animals inside. The corpse was even more unacceptable to him.

Horn flew directly over with a fireball, burning the tent and everything in it to pieces.

Well, now no one is traumatized except Jacob.

The tent was completely burned, but the body parts gave off an unpleasant smell, perhaps this was the reason for the zombie's weird physique.

The people in the camp woke up one by one, all lost their appetite for breakfast, and started marching after hastily preparing. Only Horn gnawed on the crocodile meat as he moved forward.

Horn was affected by the stench all night, but he didn't feel anything strange.

After this exciting night in various senses, the attitude of the people in the team towards Horn has changed again. Even Jacob has been more polite to Horn, and no one dares to talk to Horn again. Talk back, because in their eyes, Horn has changed from a guy with a very problematic personality to an out-and-out pervert...

The guy who can do that kind of thing to poor zombies is not a pervert...

Franks also got up early and kept up with the team from a distance. When passing by the camp, he looked at the fragments of the corpses and the feet hanging from the abandoned barbecue grill, and couldn't help but feel a chill.

Is that guy a devil?

You must do your job well, but you must not make him angry...

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Less than an hour after Horn and the others left, five undead passed by here, and the ghost took a deep breath. There were things left by the old gravekeeper on her body, and he could smell his confession.

"They have stayed here before, and the guy with the aura of supreme confession just left here not long ago."

"That stupid zombie has been here too." The skeleton said after walking around the camp.

"You, why, know." The black warrior stammered.

The skeleton grabbed the foot off the grill and said, "This one, and that pile are all stupid zombies."

After it finished speaking, it looked at the three undead, the black warrior and the ghost, with empty eye sockets. They looked at each other a few times. These undead, who already had the most basic IQ, felt the chill at this moment.

Even the undead don't want to be treated like that!

As for the stitch monsters and ordinary zombies, they didn't have much emotion, their IQ was not enough to make them lose their minds when they were frightened by the horrors of the mutant zombies.

After hesitating for a while, the female ghost said:

"There is another group of people who also have this kind of aura, which suddenly appeared recently. Among the annoying priests chasing us, they are approaching us, while the group who just left are away from us. What should we do next? How to act."

She was a little undecided, the two groups had that kind of aura, and if the undead were separated, they might not even be able to deal with one group.

What Horn left behind really made these undead feel a little chilly, but after discussing for a while, they decided to chase in Horn's direction.

For them, the task of the old gravekeeper is more important than their lives, so they choose to go to Horn first.

After all, if Horn and his group ignore the undeads for a long time, they may lose them, but those people from the Church of the God of Fire will never lose them, because unless the undeads deliberately get rid of those guys, they will always follow the undeads , until they die.

The undead went straight to Horn and the others. Their speed was much faster than Horn's convoy, and it would not take long for them to catch up with the convoy.

The crisis is approaching, but the camp has no sense of crisis at all. They are in the midst of defeating the undead and joy and being hit by Horn's experiment.

And Horn was even looking forward to the undead coming to attack them soon. Although Horn still had a lot of things he didn't understand about the zombie yesterday, he still grasped some of the characteristics of these undead.

And through his verification yesterday, he found that the aura of this zombie is divided into two types, one is extremely weak but fits perfectly with the zombie's body, it should be its original strength, and the other is the one that makes the zombie a third-level The essential.

That is, He Horn once felt the breath in the cemetery.

If it wasn't for some accident like a coincidence, then this zombie should not have been level three in the first place, but was forcibly raised to level three by someone else.

There may be a big conspiracy involved.

This conspiracy has nothing to do with Horn, and Horn doesn't intend to take the initiative to explore it, but if some undead happen to come to the door and let Horn take the initiative to verify his conjecture, he is still very happy.

"Tsk tsk, someone gave me a pillow when I really wanted to fall asleep. Just thinking about it, those undead came."

Horn sat up all of a sudden, but his expression was not very relaxed. The undead did not hide their aura and their hostility towards the living, so Horn, who was essentially a sixth-level spellcaster, was standing a long distance away. It was discovered that those undead were coming in this direction.

And they will soon catch up with their team, and I am afraid that other people in the team will notice it in a short while.

What troubled Horn was that this time the undead seemed to be more and stronger than the original zombie, one level five, two level four, and two level three.

If he and Franks didn't make a move, this team might not be able to beat those undead. It's unrealistic to expect Franks to take action against the fifth-level undead, and Horn still wanted to hide his strength, and he didn't want to fight himself unless it was absolutely necessary. Team those undead.

Besides, if the once-a-day opportunity is used, it will be difficult to resist if another crisis is encountered today.

Fortunately, Horn has mastered the weaknesses of some undead, and gathering everyone together should be able to effectively deal with these undead.

Back then, my grades were very poor, and my teachers and classmates laughed at me, saying that I would definitely not be able to pass the university entrance examination, and that I would only be able to move bricks in the future. Unconvinced, I secretly made up my mind, worked hard from morning to night, studied hard, my grades improved by leaps and bounds, and finally I was admitted to university. I studied civil engineering and went to move bricks after graduation. I just want to prove to them: Moving bricks is predestined, and it has nothing to do with whether you can get into college or not!

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