The top of the dilapidated high-rise building had been baptized by the radiation rain for hundreds of years. Two or three floors had already collapsed. Byrne jumped from the wreckage of the broken wall and climbed to the gap at the top of the broken wall. It was a commanding height, and with the cover of the broken wall, it was also very suitable for an ambush. This made him very satisfied, and he felt that this ambush would be very smooth.
When he crouched down and approached, he suddenly heard a roar coming from the front of the high-rise building. He was shocked. Did that thing arrive so soon? He quickly adjusted the grip of the bow and quickly took out two sharp arrows from the quiver. The arrows were silver, and the cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked down from the crack in the wall and suddenly saw his prey.
He saw that in front of him, there were two semi-broken buildings covered with vegetation. A black crawling monster jumped out from the corner. It was about five meters long. Its whole body was covered with black hair that stuck to its body. Its head was like a wolf. Its mouth was protruding, and its fangs were long and sharp. Smelly saliva constantly flowed down from the gap between the fangs and stained the hair on its chin.
"Finally came out, 'Defiler'!" Byrne's eyes narrowed, and a trace of bloodthirsty excitement flashed in his eyes. "Rare monster that has reached level '9'. As long as I kill you, my magic mark can evolve again and master new abilities!"
He quickly nocked an arrow on his bow and swept his gaze over. However, he didn't see the figures of the four little guys on the empty street in front of the "Qu Dye". His expression couldn't help but change and his gaze became incomparably cold. "Beast! Damn little bastard! If I didn't want you to struggle a little in front of it and create more time for me to attack, I would have killed you all on the spot!! "
Looking at the 'Defiler' that was shaking its head left and right on the street, as if it was looking for the smell, Byrne's face turned pale. This thing was not a brainless low-level undead. If he rashly attacked, he would definitely be detected by it and alert the enemy!
He clenched his teeth and suddenly thought of something. "These little bastards said that they are separated from the main force. If I lead it to the main force, I should have a chance to kill it!" Thinking of this, hope rose in his eyes again. He quickly opened his backpack and took out a yellow bottle. He opened the bottle cap and sprinkled the yellow powder on his black armor.
"I have this powder to cover my smell. As long as I don't get too close, it won't be able to find me. I will wait until it eats those little bastards, then I will leave immediately." Byrne secretly made up his mind.
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Dudian and the other three were scared when they saw the black behemoth jump out from the corner of the street. They had only heard of such a horrible monster in stories. Who would have thought that it would really exist in reality?
Dean reacted and hurriedly said: "Run, go to the stairs!"
Mason, Zach and Sham reacted and followed Dudian into the building.
"Quick, hide!" Sham stuttered and almost cried. The ferocious Walking Dead was scary enough, but compared with this black behemoth, the former was simply a cute little thing.
Dean was also pale as he heard Sham's words: "We can't hide, we have to go to the roof to find him!"
Macon trembled: "He, he won't save us, we disobeyed his words …"
"We are not asking for help. We are going to kill him! Or we will lead that thing to him. Even if we die, we will pull him down with us! " Dean clenched his fists. His heart was full of fear and strong anger. His guess was right. The bastard was really using them as bait. They had helped him to bandage and deal with his wounds. Not only he didn't know how to be grateful, but he even bit them!
Moreover, the bite was too deep and too painful. It was a death sentence!
Bastard!
Dean had never been so angry in his heart. He quickly went up the stairs. At the same time, his mind was thinking very fast.
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On the top of the high-rise building, Byrne was observing the "bastard" through the cracks in the wall. He saw that the "bastard" was looking at the direction of the high-rise building. Apparently, it had found the smell of the four little bastards!
Brian's eyes flashed a trace of cold light. He secretly said: "Damn little bastard. Why don't you obediently wait for death? Why do you have to run? Do you think that by escaping to the building you can save yourself? You will be bitten to death by it! Worthless garbage! Bastard! Bastard! "
He knew that Dean and the other three were dead. Without the "Walking Dead Bone Powder" to cover the smell, they would be found by the "bastard". However, he was not happy. Instead, he gritted his teeth angrily. Dying in the building was of no value to him. In the building, he couldn't find an angle to attack. The previous open street was his perfect hunting ground. But in the building, for a hunter who specialized in long-range archery, it was the worst terrain!
At this time, he saw that the "bastard" had entered the building. He immediately calculated the time in his mind. With the speed of the little bastards, if they left the street from the moment he entered the building, then they should be on the fourth to sixth floor. With the speed of the "bastard", it would catch up with them when they reached the tenth floor!
And he was on the 23rd floor.
When he climbed to the top, he had already noted down the floor of the building. As a veteran hunter, his observation and coping ability were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"If the battle broke out on the tenth floor, I don't know if the" bastard "would be able to smell the distance between me and the tenth floor." Brian frowned. There was some uneasiness in his heart. After all, he had only seen the simple information of the "bastard" in the hunting manual. It was described as "extremely sensitive to smell", but he didn't know how sensitive it was.
After thinking about it, he took out the bottle of Walking Dead Bone Powder and poured it all on the black armor. He evenly smeared it on all parts of the body. At the same time, his mind was thinking and calculating quickly. "Now, they should be on the eighth floor. The" bastard "should be chasing them to the sixth floor. I estimate that they will be eaten soon. If the" bastard "feels me after eating them, then I can only jump from here."
He began to think about the plan of retreat. After all, he couldn't pin all his hopes on the Walking Dead Bone Powder.
Time passed little by little. Byrne's muscles tightened and his lips moved slightly. He was calculating the time and simulating the following process in his mind. "These little brats should be dead. Let's see if it will leave the building or chase after us."
He held his breath and waited. It was as if time was frozen in his mind. Suddenly, a roar came from the building under his feet. A giant black shadow jumped out and opened its mouth to bite Brian.
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