So fast!
Dean's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly put the arrow to aim again. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that his past training was a bit ridiculous. The target was fixed, and at this moment, this large sickle zombie was moving at high speed, as fast as a ghost, and its body was moving in an abnormal human posture. It was swaying and twisting, unpredictable, and it was difficult to predict its trajectory.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes stared at the swaying body of the zombie. A total distance of about 120 meters, until the large sickle zombie ran nearly halfway, he barely found a trace of prediction, and the arrow whistled out!
With a whoosh, the distance of less than 60 meters was covered in the blink of an eye, hitting the chest of the large sickle zombie. The penetrating force brought its body to a sudden stop, and then it recovered. It opened its mouth to the extreme, issued a hoarse roar, and rushed toward Dean.
At the same time as Dean shot the second arrow, he quickly pulled out the third arrow, turned and quickly retreated. While retreating, he was also quickly predicting its trajectory. When the distance between the two was about 20 meters, the third arrow quickly shot out!
Puff! The arrow hit the forehead of the large sickle zombie. The arrowhead pierced a few inches, but it was stuck on the top of the head, and did not penetrate.
"What a hard skull!" Dean's face changed slightly. Seeing that the zombie was about to pounce in front of him, he quickly put away the bow and arrow, pulled out the sword from his waist, and stared at the swaying arm of the zombie, judging the posture of the first attack. The distance between the two was less than a second, and they quickly approached each other.
Roar!
With the roar of the large sickle zombie, the strong stench rushed to Dean's face. It raised its right arm high, and the sickle bone fin protruded from its little finger to Dean.
Dean hurriedly ducked and lifted his foot to sweep its lower leg.
However, he did not pay careful attention to the legs of the large sickle zombie. At this moment, the legs and feet were naked, and the soles of the feet were huge and rough. Gray scales suddenly appeared on the feet, spreading to the knees.
Dean's foot swept on it. It was like kicking a steel plate. It was very painful, but his strength had reached the level of an intermediate hunter. The sweeping force immediately tripped the large sickle zombie.
At the same time, Dean rolled over to avoid being climbed. At the same time, he quickly climbed up with his palms on the ground, turned over, and waved the sword to cut the zombie's neck!
With a thud, the blade cut into the flesh and blood, but it suddenly got stuck halfway through.
Dean's face slightly changed. He didn't expect its cervical vertebrae to be so hard that even the newly forged fine iron sword couldn't cut it.
Although surprised, Dean was not in a daze. He saw that the large sickle zombie seemed to be conscious. It roared in pain. Although its body was lying on the ground, its arms, which were about two meters long, swept over quickly.
Dean quickly let go of the sword and stepped back to dodge. He turned around and quickly glanced around. He didn't find any tall buildings or suitable terrain for shooting. His face changed slightly. At this time, his body was faster than his brain's judgment. He took the lead and ran to a pile of moss-covered rocks.
At the same time, the large sickle zombie had climbed up, roaring and chasing after him.
Dean was agile. He turned over a pile of rocks and pulled away. He found that although the speed and strength of the large sickle zombie were several times stronger than ordinary zombies, it was still inferior to him. However, its desperate fighting style made it difficult for him to resist. In close combat, he could only be regarded as a rookie. This was also the gap between a new hunter and a veteran hunter.
Whoosh!
Dean ran at full speed.
The large sickle zombie roared and chased after him. The corpses on the road caused great obstacles to it. As Dean thought, although the large sickle zombie was stronger than ordinary zombies, it still had great defects in balance and flexibility like other zombies.
Through the ruins and rocks along the way, Dean ran for two or three hundred meters and finally pulled away. While running, he also paid attention to other smells around here, so as not to be followed by other monsters. At the same time, he was also paying attention to the running posture and habits of the large sickle zombie. It could be said that he was multitasking. When the distance was nearly seventy meters, he quickly took out the bow and arrow, quickly loaded the arrow, and stared at it.
"Must hit, must hit!"
Dean's mind was focused to the extreme, staring at it. When the distance was forty meters, he suddenly let go, and the arrow burst out.
Puff! In less than 0.5 seconds, it hit instantly!
The large sickle zombie made a retching sound in its throat. The fast-running body seemed to suddenly lose power. Its legs stopped, and the inertia drove the upper body to fall. It rolled four or five times on the ground, black blood scattered, and stopped moving.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief and walked over. He saw that the position where his arrow hit was not its skull, but its eyeball! The arrow directly pierced the eyeball, and the arrow went into half, destroying the skull, and then killed it!
Dean adjusted his breathing and listened to the surrounding environment. After he did not feel any movement, he divided part of his mind on the large sickle zombie. He returned to the place where the previous battle took place, picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and two boxes of black gunpowder. He carried them to the side of the large sickle zombie and put them down. Then he squatted down and cut off its head with the sword.
Along the incision, he repeatedly cut several times before cutting off its cervical vertebrae.
"I have never seen such a weird sickle zombie, and there is no record in the monster atlas. Is it a newly mutated sickle zombie?" Dean used the sword along the jaw joint to pry open its head, while thinking, "From the strength and speed, it should be about level 12 to 14, comparable to ordinary intermediate hunters."
Soon, Dean hollowed out its skull. The brain tissue in the skull was similar to that of ordinary zombies. It was very cold, as if it had been frozen. The color of the brain was black. After smashing it, there was a dark blue cold crystal inside. The color was deeper and purer than the cold crystal in the head of ordinary zombies.
Dean grabbed it and looked at it. He put away the cold crystal, turned around and packed up his things. He quickly left here, so as not to attract other things with the smell of blood.
Coming to a relatively open ruin, Dean leaned against a moss-covered boulder and took out the dark blue cold crystal. After a moment of hesitation, he cut open his palm and put the cold crystal on it. Soon, the cold crystal gradually melted and turned into mucus that penetrated into the wound.
Dean had no feeling in his left hand, but soon he felt a cold flow from his shoulder into his body. The cold first spread to the place where the cold air spread to, along the neck to his brain. This made him a little surprised. Soon, he felt the chill in his brain. Under the stimulation of the cold air, his consciousness became clearer, and his vision became brighter.
At the same time, another part of the cold air flowed into his body. It seemed to be compatible with the blood and was gradually neutralized by the boiling blood. The chill gradually disappeared, and his body was full of strength. It seemed that the physical energy consumed in the battle had been completely restored in an instant.
Dean had several experiences in absorbing cold crystals, so he immediately judged that the feeling brought by this dark blue cold crystal was similar to that of ordinary cold crystal, but the effect was more obvious.
"I didn't expect that after the mutation of the zombie, the quality of the cold crystal would also change." Dean muttered to himself. He wiped the sword and took out the map that he carried with him. He drew the route that he had traveled all the way. Now he was the pioneer of the New World Consortium outside the giant wall, so the work of drawing the map was naturally done by him. Moreover, it would be convenient for him to hunt again in the future.
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