Chapter 80: A horde of zombies surges forth; Sherry's chosen one.

Late at night, in the dark gray fog.

"Tap, tap, tap " The sound of horse hooves exploded, and six knights galloped wildly on their horses, galloping southward.

"Roar, roar, roar " After a sharp cry, a dark mass of rotten corpses cast shadows everywhere, and the corrupted creatures were all over the mountains and plains. At a glance, it was like a river bursting its banks. The rotten corpses crowded along countless passable narrow roads, like a series of small, black or gray torrents, infiltrating into this broken world bit by bit. The knight at the front of the team, holding a fog lamp in her hand, shouted hoarsely and hysterically through her helmet: "Rush out! It's almost night! Don't let them surround us." After that, she used the exquisite dagger tied to her leg to penetrate the body of the warhorse. Because of the severe pain, the warhorse neighed and its speed increased by three points. Shirley's heart was bleeding. This was a rare beast horse that she had grown up with. Now that she had been forced to use a knife to use up its full potential, it would be completely useless in the future.