Chapter 2257 Gray Cloak on the Hills

I don't know when, a group of people appeared in the high Weald wasteland woodland in southeastern England.

This group of people seemed to be unwilling to let others know their identities. They all wore a gray hooded cloak and hid their bodies in the shadow under the cloak.

Yes, it would be fine if only one or two people did this, but if the whole team did this, there would naturally be a deliberate presence.

But it doesn't matter, because they don't care whether it is deliberate or not, as long as they really cover up their body and appearance, it is enough. In this land of disaster where no one dared to set foot easily, no one would guess who they were under the usual cloud of lead.

The recent wind seems to have become a bit fierce, and the cloud still covers the sky and is extremely low, but after all, there is no rain or snow falling, even if it is only used to moisten the drier soil under the feet.

In fact, this hilly area was originally beautiful and vibrant - it stretches from the Kent moors straight west to Hampshire, 125 miles long, known as the most beautiful existing in Europe Medieval landscape.

There are grotesque fields, and low but colorful hills, and there is always some wasteland, but more green woodland. Along the way from east to west or from north to south, there are manors, mansions, castles, gardens... There are also three well-repaired steam railways that have witnessed a rich history.

Throughout the ages, no traveler from afar would be willing to miss this beautiful and historic area, let alone the local people who are proud of it?

"The Macmillan family seems to have a few orchards and wineries over there."

"I'm not much of a wine drinker, so...forget it!"

When passing a fork in the road, one of the gray cloak team could be seen raising his hand and pointing at the crooked road sign, but the companion shook his head slightly. Soon, the team chose another fork and continued heading north.

There is no greenery on the side of the road, no sweet fragrance of flowers and fruits, and no local residents who used to be busy in tea gardens, fruit forests and large flower fields. Even those originally bright wall paints became extraordinarily dull under the gloomy sky.

Life and death can not only be distinguished by time, it seems that sometimes colors can also be used. The present-day High Weald, like the rest of Britain, is in the shadow of death.

"At least until now, we haven't seen a living corpse. This is better than some time ago."

I don't know who in the team said such a sentence,

The tone is a little low. But no matter whether it was luck or relief, this was a big truth, and as soon as it was said, several people in the team nodded their heads.

In everyone's heart, it seems that there is a little bit more expectation indistinctly.

However, everything still has to wait until I go to London...or even do something before I can really get the answer. Before that, anticipation can only be anticipation forever, and when faced with danger, it cannot bring them much peace of mind.

And after a while, as the distance to the outskirts of London got closer, the figures of those living corpses inevitably appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Wandering between the desolation of nature and the ruins of civilization will not be a good thing after all. But for some reason, everyone's heart, which had been on hold, lowered a little when they saw those living corpses. Especially when they found that the living corpses didn't seem to have any desire to attack them, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This is not to say that they are not worried about these guys who should be enemies due to emotion and reason, but before that, in the seemingly deserted area along the way, the death scythe has never been put down-now many people Demons are roaming the south, and apparently, demons are much more terrifying than the undead!

"Maybe someone will come get us soon."

Suddenly, such a sentence came out from the shadow of the hood of the gray cloak leader, causing the whole team to pause for a while, but they didn't delay too long, and followed the leader who didn't stop for a while. The leader continued to walk north.

In the north, the closer to London, the higher the density of living corpses. But if you think about it, a rather large army of living corpses has just been gathered here, and such a large number of living corpses must always be resettled.

Even among the living corpses, some ideas are quite different from those of humans. In the eyes of most of the high-level living corpses who have already opened their wisdom, the low-level kin are just a group of stupid walking corpses. Except for a very small number of them with more potential, the rest are no different from corpses.

The Zombies are indifferent, treating both enemies and enemies the same.

"Ah... this feeling is really unbearable."

Another person in the team said such a sentence. Although he was talking to himself alone, he also appropriately expressed the feelings of most of the other people-but nothing beats walking in a denser and denser place. Among the living corpses, it is even more uncomfortable to be unable to do anything; but if there is one, it is probably a tragic scene surrounded by many demons.

Fortunately, not long after, as the team leader said, someone from London came to pick them up.

In fact, there is still a lot of distance from the real London city, and you have to go through the outer and inner suburbs to get there. However, after the group of living corpses found them, someone immediately came to lead the way, which may also be a kind of sincerity.

And thinking about some speculations and conjectures, everyone's mood finally became a lot more peaceful. They followed the strange back of the high-level zombie and followed the road to London.

...

Inside London, outside Buckingham Palace.

Probably after returning from the basement of the old Ministry of Magic! The long-haired girl in the twins didn't know what to do, it seemed that she was no longer willing to wear the old dirty clothes. She found a clean plain lace dress, and with her beautiful long hair, she was unexpectedly cute at first glance.

Of course, it still seems impossible to look at her face... I mean, better not!

"Those humans are coming from the southeast. I just walked out of the woodland. I asked 'Zeni' to pick them up...Look, do you want to report to the master?"

A clansman came in from the square outside and said this to her, and she shook her head slightly.

"Let's talk about it when they arrive!"

"knew."

Before the words were finished, the clansman immediately went out from the ice cave at the entrance of the vestibule, leaving only the young girl standing there, not knowing what she was thinking.

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