.Fifty-three butterfly traveling through time and space, disaster opening (4)

Thirteen Disasters Opening 4

One cockroach, two cockroaches, three...

In a dark and narrow space, Lieutenant General Daniel and Admiral Paris were sitting on the moldy and wet straw. They stared blankly at the crowds of long-distance cockroaches on their faces looking blankly.

The dirty and dirty water dripped down the black moss and gathered into a small fishy puddle, making a crisp ticking sound, and interspersed with the gurgling sounds of the intestines. It added a little bit of life to this prison that exuded the breath of death.

Since they escaped from the Battlefield of the Temple of Time and returned to Cusco, they have been imprisoned here for almost two months.

Any prison where prisoners are imprisoned is almost synonymous with gloomy and filthy and silence in any country. Sometimes, hunger and sodomy are added. Even the elves who have always loved cleanliness are also ignored by the human rights of prisoners. The small and lower-style cell is dim, the air is turbid, the smell of sweat and urine is smelly, and the sour smell of leftover rice and rotten wood are mixed together. It can seduce everything in everyone's stomach. After being detained here for two months, the two generals felt that they were about to get moldy and mushrooms.

But what makes them even more unbearable is their hungry stomach that is currently in a state of continuous idleness.

"Damn it. It's okay for breakfast. Why didn't you even float lunch?"

When Admiral Paris was sadly aware that even the number of cockroach games could no longer continue to numb his empty stomach, he finally couldn't help but yelled that he had deducted two meals in just one day. This was really too much! I want to sue. I want to complain!"

Who told you that your level of magic is so poor. It is only enough to prepare a meal for yourself every day? Daniel glanced at his fellow prisoners and added in his heart that Admiral Paris, in addition to his job, also a low-level priest serving the elf life goddess Angris. Fortunately, the conditions in Cusco City Prison are relatively simple. There is no anti-magic array that can isolate all magical arts and arcane arts. Therefore, since the first day I entered the cell, in order to prevent my stomach from suffering losses, the military general has used almost all the magical arts in the prayer room to make food in the cell. There is always not enough food.

As a mage, Lieutenant General Danny doesn't have this ability. As the saying goes, thank God for giving us food." This is not just a catchphrase that charlatans often use to brainwash their faith. It also means that only priests can master those magical magic that make food. In this regard, magicians can only make up for their shortcomings with diligence. Use space bags or space rings to prepare sufficient amounts of dry food for themselves... General Daniel originally had some inventory on his body, but he was imprisoned for so many days. He had already finished gnawing when the intestines were playing enthusiastically. Now he can only rely on tightening his waist to bring hard support.

However, two consecutive meals were gone. And no prison guards came in to patrol since the early morning. Daniel felt something was wrong with this strange situation. He tried to look out from the small iron window, but the fog this morning was particularly thick. The towering walls of the prison also effectively blocked their sight. As a result, they could only retract on the pile of straw and silently hunger.

Just as Daniel lowered his head and stared at a fat mouse passing by, thinking about whether to use fireball techniques to make a prison special barbecue to make do with the stomach, a sudden bang came from his ears and the iron door at the end of the corridor was pushed open heavily.

He raised his head in surprise, looked into the corridor through the gaps in the metal railings, and then was very surprised to find that the person who broke into the cell was not the jailer who delivered food, but an old acquaintance who had not seen for a long time. The guy who was the one who was the most hated by the lower-level soldiers in the leadership team of the Western Expedition Army of the Elf Kingdom known as the "three traitors and four fools"...

"Major General Gilbert? Why are you here? Didn't Ruze put you under house arrest? And... what kind of sloppy look are you now! Has anyone caught out of the bed?"

This "Immortal Staff" who once loved fools was a helper and planned countless super-brained death tactics, which made thousands of soldiers die with hatred, looked really embarrassed at this moment. His military cap was tilted and his hair was like a chicken coop. The sleeve of the top was torn off, a canvas pants and armed belt were still intact. However, he was wearing a pair of rabbit-headed fluff slippers on his feet. He was also worn out with a big hole and exposed his toes... he looked like an unlucky office worker who got up seriously late due to an alarm clock failure.

As soon as he entered the door, his whole body leaned limply against the mottled stone wall. He gasped and gasped. At the same time, he took out a bunch of keys from his waist and pointed it at the keyhole of Daniel's cell. He tried one after another.

"Huch. I don't have time to care about so many things. Her Majesty the Queen has brought troops to attack the old marshal...Huch. The whole city is in chaos. Fires are set everywhere. There are still many undead running around the streets... No. It's hard to say whether they are undead..."

"Immortal Staff" Gilt muttered incoherently. At the same time, he finally found the corresponding key. He inserted it in and turned it around and pulled it out hard. The gold-plated demon-forbidden prison door suddenly opened. "Anyway, you can come out from here first! As long as you get outside, everything will be clear."

What kind of mess is this? The two generals in the cell looked at each other and felt a little confused. But no matter what, being able to get out of the damn cell is a good thing after all. Without any hesitation, they stood up from the straw pile and walked out carefully with Major General Gilbert's **.

Outside the prison door is a corridor. Both sides are small cells divided by metal fences. This area is a prison for political prisoners. Currently, only two disciples, Lieutenant General Daniel and Admiral Paris, are kept in. It looks gloomy and dead.

Passing through the large iron gate at the end of the corridor, there are two other rows of small cells in front of them. They are mainly used to detain ordinary officers who violate discipline and go to the duty room and lounge where the prison guards are guarding. However, the doors of these cells are all open at this moment. The prisoners who were originally detained inside, and the guards outside, disappeared without a trace. It seemed that they had taken advantage of the opportunity of riots in the city and ran away.

The two hungry generals rushed into the duty room regardless of Chief Gilbert's urging, and took out a few slices of rusks and held them in their mouths. They found a pistol and a spear. Then they stepped out of the prison gate.

Then they were stunned.

"The gods are above. What is this going on? The whole city is burning!"

Standing at the prison gate, the two generals stared at the chaotic scene on the street in a daze, and their minds were blank.

Although Gilbert informed him of some riots before coming out. But listening to others' remarks and going outside to experience it personally, this feeling was completely different. There were gunfire everywhere, and there were firelight everywhere. In a burning house, there were shrill screams like ghosts and wolves howlings came. Although the morning mist had basically disappeared, I looked up at the sky. Even the sun was covered by the thick smoke from the rolling smoke. The rumbling sound of cannons rang out in all directions, as if there was an extremely cruel street battle.

As the smoke and collapsed buildings blocked the view, Daniel could not see the more detailed situation. Lieutenant General turned his eyes and found that under the street lamp pole opposite the street, a purebred elf with pointed ears was sitting under a ragged loose pajama and he was covering his abdomen tightly with his hands. He was gasping in a low voice, but he could not see too much blood on it. It seemed that he was not too injured.

"Hey, man. Don't you? Do you need me to treat you?"

Daniel grabbed the spear in his hand and slowly leaned over to ask. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, he bent down and reached out to touch the elf's shoulder.

"Be careful! Dodge it quickly!"

At this moment, Chief of Staff Gilbert accidentally turned around and found Daniel's unauthorized actions. He immediately shouted anxiously, "Don't touch him. There is something wrong with this guy!"

Is there a problem? What's the problem? Daniel's head had just turned around and heard a strange roar. The elf suddenly bounced up from the top and roared at him!

Fortunately, Lieutenant General Daniel's military career has been in vain for so many years, and he was more vigilant when he got close. The moment the opponent rushed over, he thrust his spear and stabbed the attacker hard and fell heavily under the wall. Lieutenant General Daniel leaned over and took a look. He was immediately frightened and gasped.

There was a big hole in this guy's belly, and the blood was blurred inside. At least half of the internal organs were missing. The white bones were clearly exposed. Looking up... it was a face full of holes that were bitten by something. An eyeball was hanging under the socket. It was shaking and terrifying.

But it scared him even more. Despite his heavy injuries, this guy was not dead or even in a coma. He was still staring at Daniel with his other intact eye. His mouth was covered with sharp fangs and opened one by one. Disgusting and sticky liquid kept flowing out from the gaps of his teeth. The sight of him made a spear. He couldn't help but raise his hand and stabbed the monster's head.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

At the same time, several gunshots came from behind him. Daniel turned around and saw Admiral Paris holding a gun, aiming at a "person" that rushed over, and then shot. The house was swaying left and right and blood and blood almost fell apart. However, the zombie-like monster still roared hoarsely and slowly rushed forward. It was not until Chief Gilbert poured a bottle of holy water on it. He fell down with smoke from his whole body.

Then, a few figures turned out not far away. They staggered forward staggeringly. Some of them were bitten and ragged. Even their chests were exposed; some of them had their hands and feet twisted into strange shapes, and half of their heads opened. According to common sense, these guys should have died long ago, but they were still wandering around and around.

What's even more strange is that Daniel used magic to detect for a long time and did not find any necromancers behind their backs. He could only kill the zombies before they rushed over and knock them down.

"Unmanaged zombies are running around the streets and attacking living people?" The two generals who escaped from the prison quickly exchanged a few glances and turned their eyes to their saviors. "What the hell is going on? Major General Gilbert?"

"This...according to my speculation, it's probably Ms. Ye Shar Church that is making trouble!"

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. He replied not very surely. "More than four months ago, when you set out to the rear of the Canadians to fight back, Marshal Cruze once brought some similar secret medicine from the priest of the Night Girl Shar. He turned the indigenous vassals of the five legions into zombies... Well, they seemed to give this uncontrollable zombie a new name. It was called Zombie..."
Chapter completed!