Corpse Controllers!
Later generations also called them Corpse Controllers.
…
It was not a good thing to run into this sort of person.
Corpse Controllers could usually use various methods to control zombies to attack their enemies from a distance while they stood far away from the battlefield to control the situation. They could also shoot arrows from the side to create a greater threat to their enemies.
It was precisely because zombies were controlled by players that they became more nimble and difficult to deal with. That was why Happy only noticed the ambush when the zombies attacked.
Fortunately, Happy was good at adapting to the situation, which was why he was not frightened by the ambush. If any other player had seen two terrifying zombies pounce on him from the dark, they might have been scared out of their wits and could not control themselves.
Once the two zombies landed on the ground, they tapped lightly against the ground before they shot up again. They looked as if they would not stop until one of them died and were determined to kill Happy, which instantly enraged Happy.
"Perfect timing!"
Even though zombies' bodies were very strong and difficult for weapons to pierce through, it did not mean that they were invincible. Due to the experience from his previous life, Happy knew just how difficult it was to train up a zombie, which was why he hated Corpse Controllers for some reason.
To put it nicely, those who toyed with the corpses of the dead were careless, but to put it bluntly, they were people with twisted minds. If they attacked without a warning, then they must have robbed a lot of houses, so there was no need for Happy to show mercy.
When he saw the two Blessed Realm zombies pouncing on him, Happy's expression darkened. He put away his Hundred-battle Saber resolutely and went up against the zombie to his left with his palms.
Happy was not even afraid of Mystical Realm zombies, much less Blessed Realm zombies who had yet to reach completion.
The combat abilities of Blessed Realm zombies were not even half of those in Mystical Realm. Their attributes were not high, and their movements and speed could not catch up to Happy's. Once Happy easily closed in on them, he struck the back of the zombie's head.
Slap!
With a clear slap, Happy retreated a few feet like a nimble snake under the other zombie's attack.
The zombie staggered when it was attacked. It actually lost its balance because of the slap, and it was dazed for a few seconds.
The other zombie's attacks suddenly became fierce. It moved as if it was flying and bit down on Happy's shifting body. Its palm attacks were like the wind, and it stuck to Happy like glue!
"Chi."
He came to an abrupt halt and moved incredibly quickly. He suddenly turned around and grabbed the zombie's raised arm. A violent wave of qi crashed into the zombie's body to negate the resistance from its body. Then, he yanked violently and seized it.
The golden dragon stretched out its claw.
He completed a series of actions in an instant.
The zombie immediately lost its balance.
Pa!
His hand rose and the knife fell.
Using his palm as a blade, he slashed at the back of the zombie's head.
The zombie immediately began to sway as if it was drunk. It immediately lost its ability to fight. It swayed on the spot and staggered. It looked as if it couldn't even stand steadily. At this moment, its horrifying face looked so comical.
Chi!
Right when the sound of air being pushed rose, Happy did not even look at it. He moved, and an arrow stabbed deep into the grave beside him. The Corpse Controller, who had been hiding in the dark, was finally unable to hold back.
When the arrow missed, the Corpse Controller finally couldn't help but personally make a move. He stood up from behind a grave in the distance, grabbed a bow, and rushed over.
He had spent a lot of effort to turn a normal corpse into two Blessed Realm zombies from ownerless objects. He had yet to finish his training in the mass grave, but someone had easily taken control of them. There was no way the mastermind would not be shocked.
Even though he regretted offending the person, he was even more reluctant to let go of the Blessed Realm zombies.
"Brother, please be magnanimous!"
Happy faced the young man who charged at him coldly. He drew his Hundred-battle Saber and placed it horizontally against the silly zombie's neck. He did not move away because of the person's shout. Aside from the back of the head, the zombie's weakness was its entire head. If he attacked the back of the head, the zombie's reception system would be affected, and it would only be effective against zombies controlled by players. The zombie would lose its ability to move for a short period of time, but if he cut off its head, the zombie would definitely die, and it was effective against all zombies.
"Why did you ambush me?"
"…"
The person was very young. He was about twenty years old. With an awkward expression, he stopped a few feet away. When he heard Happy's question, he hesitated for a moment before he answered apologetically, "I'm Little North.
Um, big brother, please don't blame me. I've been in the mass grave for more than two months, and no player has ever come here. Today, I suddenly saw someone, and I couldn't help but want to test the waters. "
He stopped talking for a moment before he smiled wanly at Happy and said, "I originally thought that with these two zombies, I could fight against the elites in the game for a few rounds. I didn't expect that I would be defeated so easily." While he spoke, he shook his head. "I've really wasted my time over the past two months."
Happy's expression did not change.
If it were not because he knew about zombies' weaknesses, he might not even know how he died when he ran into these two damned Blessed Realm zombies in this damned place.
He immediately said in a cold tone,
"Do you think that you'll be fine just because you said a few words? You'd better think carefully. Do you want me to destroy your two useless zombies, or do you want me to compensate you for the mental damage you caused me? "
"…"
The young man who called himself Little North clearly did not expect that Happy would be so straightforward. When he saw the glare of the saber placed horizontally against his precious zombie's head, he was instantly shocked, and sweat poured down his body. "Don't, don't! It's fine, I'll compensate you … "
Even though the Blessed Realm zombies had died this time, over this period of time, he had relied on his two precious zombies to thrive in the mass grave.
By relying on zombies to fight against zombies, not only had he increased his martial arts, he had also obtained quite a lot of good items. If he was beheaded, he would have to spend a long time to cultivate a new pair of zombies.
Once he mentioned the compensation, Little North's face was filled with gloom.
"But I don't have any money on me."
"…"
"Wait, wait!"
The dark blue saber glare on the Hundred-battle Saber was so bright that Little North's face turned pale. He quickly compromised.
"I'll use items to compensate you! I'll use items!"
While he cursed in his heart, he lamented his bad luck. Why did he have to run into the super fiend from World of Martial Arts Secret News Log? (When you attack him, you will get a system notification.)
"But I don't have anything on me."
Little North looked ashamed, and he snuck a glance at Happy's expression.
Happy only swung his Hundred-battle Saber, and Little North immediately got rid of the thought of pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy and muddle through. He brought out a stack of silver notes in one go.
"…"
Happy cast a faint glance at him before he said expressionlessly, "You can leave. Zombies, stay."
"Don't, big brother!"
In the past, he had always thought that his zombie puppets were his strongest weapons and treasures, but now, they had become tools for his enemy to threaten him. Little North felt like crying.
"Big brother, what do you want? Just tell me, alright?"
What he did not know was that Happy had been waiting for him to say those words.
"Did you just say that you've been here for more than two months?"
"Ah …"
Happy's face was full of smiles. The great change in his attitude caused Little North to feel uneasy. He had a feeling that Happy was plotting something, but when he saw the two zombie puppets under his Hundred-battle Saber, he could not help but accept his fate. He did not dare to be inattentive, and he tapped his forehead, which was covered in sweat.
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