Vol 2 Chapter 576: I lead the way!

Scott felt that his heartbeat had stopped working before him for a moment, and it was the screams behind him that made Scott regain control of his body.
A strong man hiding in the corner, his wrist was firmly grasped by a cyan palm that broke through the wooden wall, and his whole body lost his blood.
"Think of a way! Help me!" The caught man propped on one foot on the wall, trying hard to prevent himself from being pulled toward the wall. Through the pierced gap, several undead were outside. Look inward with your cloudy eyes.
The other two survivors closest to him suddenly stepped back a few steps, distanced themselves from him, and left near the wall by the way.
"Don't squeeze me, I caught one!" Across the wall, the survivors could also hear the coveting voice of the undead outside.
"Cut its arm! Hurry up, it, are you going to watch me die?" The captured man's face turned pale, his heartbreaking howl, his aura almost overwhelming the undead outside. .
Scott turned his head and glanced at the farce behind, then looked at the variant that was blocking the door, clenched the steel knife in his hand, gritted his teeth, turned and ran over, took the knife down and chopped off the arm of the undead. Come down!
"Either desperately kill the undead at the door, or die here! Choose yourself!" Scott exclaimed, "Which Cyris person tells you every day that only by unity can we live. This is what tests us. It's not the time to unite!"
The man who was caught just got out of danger, only had time to nod at Scott's characteristics, and was pushed to the front by Scott: "This is our last chance! Go!"
The man had just been saved by Scott and had to run a few steps forward symbolically. The other two survivors had to rush towards the door under Scott's encouragement and gaze.
These survivors who have lived to the present all know a truth, the more the undead mutates, the more often they become worse.
The undead at the door had three heads, and it was hard to provoke at first sight!
But as Scott said, you can either take a gamble and you can run out, or you can die in the plate of the undead. There is no choice.
It's just that no one wants to take the lead and be the first to rush over.
Except for Nur, Nur is the closest to the deformed undead.
This thin looking big boy, who didn't know where his courage came from, suddenly violently rushed towards the undead, and the small dagger in his hand was lifted high.
Anyone with combat experience would not use daggers like him. The most important skill of short weapons is to hide their intention to attack and get a chance to kill.
But the other three people, including Scott, speeded up their pace subconsciously. That Nuer was dead, and now it was up to him to see if he could escape while the other party killed Nuer.
Especially Scott, this shrewd businessman, didn't know when he had already squeezed a piece of iron ore.
Once Nuer's sacrifice fails to gain enough time, he is ready to take the initiative to buy some time for himself, but this requires the sacrifice of a ‘friend’.
Sorry, everyone, at the end of the team, Scott continued to use his spare time to choose the right target. He didn't want to be discovered by others as a vile survival method.
Nuer was less than half a meter away from the undead, suddenly jumped high, as if he wanted to use his dagger to pierce the middle head of the undead.
"Thank the gods, I will not forget your sacrifice, Noor!" Scott has heard the sound of the wooden wall being smashed through behind him. He must seize every second and take advantage of the opportunity Noor created. Escape from this ghost place!
"Om!"
Scott felt a chill passing by his ears, but the nervous survivor had no time to pay attention to these details.
He only saw Nuer leaping high, and then threw the tall mutant undead to the ground. The dagger in his hand seemed to vent his fear, constantly piercing the head of the undead's chest.
Nour's height is too short to allow him to attack the opponent's head that is really used to control his body.
Scott, who had already thrown half of his body out of the door frame, was in a trance. His front feet were still in a running posture, but his back feet wanted to stand still.
As a result, the whole person fell directly to the ground, just facing the head of the woman on the ground!
"Ah!" Scott ignored the fear, and the tightly held ore in his hand directly hit the woman's already unrecognizable head!
"Puff!" The woman's head was like a rotten tomato, directly squashed by Scott.
Damn it!
Scott looked at Nuer, who was still hysterically piercing the undead's body with a dagger, and shifted his gaze to the most complete head of the mutant undead.
A metal arrow shot through the head, and only a finger-long tail feather was slightly shaking.
Scott followed the direction of the arrow and looked behind him. At the shattered wooden wall, a Cyris man in exquisite armor came in, and he held a huge longbow in his hand. The bodies of several undead fell to the ground behind him.
For some reason, Scott sighed with relief when he saw that the person who came was a Serris. He couldn't thank him for saving himself. He lay directly on the ground, breathing the air greedily.
There is only one Cyris in the Steelwalker camp, but he has never taken off the weird helmet. Others can only infer that he is a Cyris based on his skin color.
Since this time ~EbookFREE.me~, the word Seris has become a powerful pronoun among survivors.
"Are you from the Steelwalker Camp?" Scott looked at the Serris like a rabbit, and picked Nur from the undead's body and threw it aside.
Maybe because he didn't hear clearly, the Sairis asked again: "Steelwalker Barracks, do you know how to go?"
"Knowing your lord, we are the scouts in the Steel Walker camp!" Scott felt that he had finally accumulated enough power in his body, and quickly got up from the ground.
The original five-person temporary team, in the previous chaos, all three of them fled without a trace.
Scott looked at Nuer, who was holding the dagger tightly and leaning on the door frame, shook his head, and randomly discarded the ore in his hand.
I hope those people can return to the camp alive.
In just a few seconds, Scott suppressed his heart that was about to pick out his chest, and smiled hard: "My lord, are you looking for the person in charge of the Steel Walker camp? lead the way!"