Blue light surged on the surface of the lake, and a large number of blue fish gathered in the shallow water in front of the two men's feet.
The two men seemed to know the habits of these blue fish very well, so they didn't panic. They were still steadily stabbing the fish with the spear. The other man was carrying the fish in the bag. In the process, the two looked up at the lake from time to time, as if afraid of something.
Dean thought of the strange fish he saw last night. He thought that if the strange fish swam over, the two of them would most likely suffer.
Thinking of this, he suddenly changed his mind. Wasn't this just an opportunity to get to know them? If he rashly came forward, it would inevitably arouse the vigilance of these people. But if it was a life-saving grace, it was undoubtedly the fastest way to enter the other side.
However, looking at the vigilance of the two men, they were already prepared. Counting on the strange fish to attack them, the chances were slim.
He soon had an idea. He shook the bell in Aisha's ear very slightly. Aisha heard the sound and controlled the two undeads in the distance to climb up from the grass and swim towards the two men by the lake.
The two men by the lake moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, they had stabbed more than a dozen fish. They were about to turn and leave, but saw two ferocious undeads coming out of the woods. The two men were scared and pale. The man with the spear quickly reacted. He took out a handful of powder from his backpack and patted it on his body. At the same time, he patted the powder on his companion's back and pointed to the fish in his companion's hand.
The companion was stunned for a moment. There was a trace of reluctance in his heart, but he quickly put the fish in the bag on the ground. Then the two men slowly moved to the side.
Dean smelled the smell of the undead powder. He couldn't help but feel a trace of interest. They actually knew how to make undead powder to avoid the undeads. No wonder they could survive in the abyss.
However, he let Aisha control the two undeads and walked straight towards the two men.
At the moment, the two men had moved to the other side like thieves. The middle-aged man with the spear was very nervous. He held his companion's hand tightly to calm him down.
But the next moment, the two undeads didn't look at the fish bag on the ground and directly rushed to the two men.
The middle-aged man's pupils constricted in fear. "Run!" With that, he turned around and ran.
However, their speed could not be compared with the two pioneer-level walking corpses. In the blink of an eye, the roar of the two people was approaching from behind. The hysterical and hoarse roar made the two people's hair stand up and their scalps numb. The blood of the whole body seemed to flow backward in their brains. Their hearts were beating wildly. They only felt that death was approaching infinitely.
But in the next moment, the two of them saw a figure in ferocious armor suddenly jump out from the bushes in front of them, holding a black broadsword and charging straight at them.
The two of them were dumbfounded. They didn't expect to see other humans here and couldn't wrap their heads around it. In the next moment, Dean passed by the two men and waved his broadsword to meet the two undeads behind them. He didn't kill them directly, but deliberately fell into guerrilla warfare. At the same time, he maintained the upper hand, so as not to be in a disadvantageous position and scare the two directly away. After all, it was the norm in this wilderness to not help others.
The two men turned their heads and saw Dean fighting fiercely with the two undeads. The panic in their hearts was slightly stabilized. Soon they saw the situation of victory tilting towards Dean's side. In the joint attack of the two undeads, Dean performed with ease, but occasionally it was somewhat thrilling. After two minutes of guerrilla warfare, Dean drilled a gap and beheaded one of the blade undeads. The Splitting Sword directly cut off its head.
After killing one undeads, the remaining one was also killed by Dean's broadsword in the blink of an eye.
Dean exhaled lightly and forced out hot sweat. He turned to the two men, wiped the blood on the broadsword and put it away to show that he was not hostile.
The two men were relieved to see that Dean was not malicious. The middle-aged man reached out to his chest and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help. My name is Priley. What's your name?" When he asked, he looked at Dean with respect and curiosity, especially the hideous armor on Dean's body, which made his eyes a bit envious.
Dean was surprised to hear his language. It was English. At the same time, he was relieved. If it was another language, it would be very troublesome to communicate. He quietly observed the two men. From their expressions, there was no rejection and vigilance, indicating that his plan was half successful. He said in English, "My name is Dean. It's safe here. They were all killed by me."
He didn't directly ask the identity of the two men, but inadvertently repeated the previous things to increase the impression in their hearts.
Hearing Dean's words, Priley glanced at the two heads of the undeads rolling behind Dean's feet. The gratitude in his eyes was even more intense. He said, "Thank you for your help. Without you, we would have been dead."
"It's nothing. Don't mention it." Dean said.
At this time, the dawn shone from behind Dean. Priley's face slightly changed as if he was awakened. He said to Dean: "Mr. Dean, the night is coming. It's very dangerous here. Would you like to go back to the camp with us? I want to thank you for saving our lives."
"Me too." His companion, who had a few crooked scars on his face, said with sincerity.
Dean felt strange. Wasn't it safer to come during the day? How could it be dangerous? He didn't ask much. He nodded: "Okay, wait for me. I have a friend. I'll ask her to come with us."
Priley was stunned. There was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
At this time, Dean had turned to the grass. He pulled Aisha up and said to the two men: "Let's go."
Priley glanced at Aisha, and a trace of amazement flashed in his eyes. Although Aisha was wearing a veil, but he could still see the flawless outline of her cheeks. Moreover, her white skin and graceful figure were out of place in the surrounding environment.
"Okay, okay." Priley nodded. He secretly swallowed his saliva and said to his companion: "Go and get the fish." He took out a bag from his backpack and picked up the two undeads' heads from the ground. He put them into the bag and handed it to Dean: "This is your loot."
Dean said: "It's for you."
Priley was startled. He didn't expect Dean to give him such a precious thing. He stared at him: "For me? Really? "
"Really."
Priley couldn't help but be excited. He held the two heads in his arms and thanked Dean again and again.
His companion came over with the fish bag. He looked at him with envy: "Old Priley, this thing can be your heirloom."
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