When I woke up, I entered Terraria?!

In the dark night sky, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the cold moonlight shines on a village. It is quiet all around, with only a few old trees in the village rustling in the wind.

Under normal circumstances, this beautiful rural night scene would indeed be fascinating, but this night was destined to be extraordinary.

In the village, every house had its doors and windows closed, the house was pitch black, there was no light at all, and the whole village was eerily silent, like a dead city.

At the entrance of the village, a white-haired old man was holding a torch in his hand, staring outside the village. The firelight made the wrinkles on his face look even older. Behind the old man were more than 20 young men, all holding sticks, hoes, pitchforks... all kinds of weapons, looking around nervously.

At this time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy ran over and stood beside the village chief, panting. The old man then retracted his gaze and looked at the boy: "How is it?"

"Village chief, I have followed your instructions and notified all villagers to lock up their livestock, lock the doors and windows, and extinguish the torches." The village chief nodded after listening. "Okay, you should go back quickly too. Remember, no matter what sound you hear, ignore it."

The young man pursed his lips, as if he had made a great decision: "Village Chief, I also..."

"No!" Before the boy could finish his words, the village chief shouted, "Do you think this is a game? Go back now and stop fooling around!"

The boy opened his mouth and said, "But I am also a member of the village, and I also want to do my part for the village." The boy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "Those monsters killed my father, and I want to avenge him!"

The village chief was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then softened his tone: "Child, I know what you mean, but tonight is very dangerous, and it's different from the previous nights." The village chief paused, then continued: "Besides, you go back and protect your mother and your sister. This is also a contribution to the village. Only when the rear is safe can we fight without distraction."

Seeing that the boy said nothing, the village chief quickly winked at both sides, and several people nearby quickly joined in: "Yes, child, you go back." "Go and help us protect them, then we won't have any worries." "Child, you are still young..."

The boy lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. Then he nodded and ran towards the village in silence.

When the village chief saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, this child is too strong-willed. Ever since his father was killed by a monster last time, he has not been so lively." The people around nodded, all with sad expressions.

At this time, a figure came running hurriedly from the village entrance, shouting as he ran: "Village Chief! Village Chief! They are coming!"

As if his words were to come true, the moon in the sky suddenly changed. It was no longer a cool white color, but a deep blood red, constantly emitting an eerie red light.

And in the distance, figures appeared, seemingly slowly approaching the village.

The village chief was suddenly alert, and he clenched the torch in his hand, staring at the dark shadows in the distance, and shouted to the back: "Here they come!"

The people behind suddenly became tense, clenched their weapons tightly, and faced the direction of the village entrance, ready for battle.

At this moment, the air seemed to have solidified. Under the eerie red moonlight, the air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

"Fellow villagers, cheer up. We have families behind us. We must not let those monsters rush over!" The village chief held up a torch and shone the light on every villager's face. The villagers all had firm eyes and raised their weapons.

"Don't worry, village chief!"

"We will live and die together with the village!"

“Hurrah!”…

As the shadows slowly approached, a figure gradually emerged under the light of the fire. It was a humanoid monster with sparse hair on its head, rotten flesh on its face and body, and even some of its eyes had fallen out and hung on its face. Its teeth and claws were sharp, and it exuded a rotten smell all over its body.

"It's zombies!" A villager dressed as a blacksmith recognized the monsters and shouted.

"No, these zombies are wrong. They are different from ordinary zombies." A villager dressed as a hunter with a bow and arrow said solemnly.

"It must be the blood moon that's to blame." The village chief whispered, his eyes never leaving the front. "Cheer up, I hope we can survive tonight!"

As the zombies got closer, their figures became clearer, and the villagers could see clearly what they looked like. The zombies had very strange shapes, and died in various ways. Some had arrows piercing their heads, some had swords stuck in their abdomens, some were covered in slime, and some were even holding the limbs of some unlucky guy in their hands...

However, no matter how strange they looked, under the light of the blood moon, the zombies exuded a strong bloody aura, their eyes glowed red, their limbs were not as stiff, and they moved much faster than usual.

As if seeing so many people at the entrance of the village, this group of zombies, like sharks smelling blood, rushed towards the village frantically. There were even a few slow-running zombies who were trampled under the feet of their companions and crushed to pieces.

Almost in an instant, the two sides started fighting. The villagers waved their weapons vigorously and hit the zombies. Amid the roars of the zombies and the shouts of the people, the black blood of the zombies and the red blood of the humans flew everywhere.

The hunter villager shot an arrow through the head of a zombie that was eating a villager's corpse, and shouted to the village chief: "Village chief, these monsters are too difficult to deal with!"

The blacksmith swung his hammer and sent a zombie flying: "There are too many!"

The village chief waved a torch, and the magical thing was that every time the village chief waved the torch, a fist-sized fireball would appear, repelling the zombies in front of him, leaving burn marks wherever they were hit. It was because of this that the village chief alone withstood the attacks of 5 or 6 zombies.

"Hold on! Think about our backs, think about those unarmed children and wives! We must hold on!" The village chief repelled a zombie with a fireball and then shouted.

At this moment, a zombie using both hands and feet crawled over quickly and was behind the village chief in the blink of an eye. "Village chief! Be careful!" the blacksmith shouted while wrestling with a zombie holding another zombie's arm with a sledgehammer.

The village chief turned his head and his heart tightened, "Oh no!" He dodged in a hurry, but it was too late. The zombie was less than 3 meters away from the village chief. At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the shed next to him, "Don't hurt the village chief!" He shouted and hit the zombie on the head with a stick, causing the direction of his attack to deviate a little, and he narrowly missed the village chief's ear.

The village chief looked carefully and found that this person was the young man he had asked him to persuade to go back. The village chief was anxious: "What are you doing here? Go back quickly! It's dangerous here!" He quickly protected him behind him.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I'm grown up now and I want to avenge my father!" The boy held the stick tightly in his hand, but his legs kept shaking.

The village chief opened his mouth to say something when suddenly a dark shadow flashed by. It was the crawling zombie that had been deflected just now. The sharp claws in its hand slapped directly at the boy. The village chief hurriedly tried to push the boy away, but the zombie was too close. The boy just blocked it with a stick and was slapped away and fell into the pile of zombies.

The village chief yelled with bloodshot eyes: "Xiao Yu!!" He threw the fireballs in his hands at the zombies madly as if they were free, but there were too many zombies and soon the boy named Xiao Yu was overwhelmed by them.

Several villagers nearby saw this and shouted angrily, "You bastards, I'll fight you!" They waved their weapons desperately. The village chief also had a gloomy face when he saw this, and fired fireballs one after another.

He is the village chief, and he cannot let Xiaoyu's death affect him because he still has to preside over the battle, and there are more villagers in the village behind him.

The village chief tried to calm down, looked around, estimated the number of monsters, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Come closer to me!" As he spoke, he whispered a spell.

When the surviving villagers heard the village chief's words, they immediately understood what was going on and quickly moved towards the village chief while attacking.

The village chief chanted complicated and difficult spells one after another, and the torch in his hand also emitted a dazzling and hot light, and a violent energy wave quickly took shape.

Seeing this, several villagers moved closer to the village chief, but the group of zombies surrounding them did not retreat at all, and still pounced on them with red eyes.

As the last syllable was recited from the village chief's mouth, he raised the torch above his head with trembling hands, "Resist the Fire Ring!!"

A magical wave came from the village chief's torch, and then a circle of scorching flames spread out in all directions with the village chief and his companions as the center. All the zombies touched were engulfed in flames and slowly turned into charcoal. Suddenly, the number of zombies surrounding the villagers dropped sharply, leaving only a few scattered zombies with missing limbs lying on the ground. They escaped the disaster, but were soon killed one by one by the fully armed villagers.

The villagers all breathed a sigh of relief, and they could see in each other's eyes the look of relief that they had survived a disaster. Some of them even collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

As the fire ring disappeared, the village chief stumbled and fell to the ground. The hunter next to him quickly helped him up and said, "Village chief, are you okay?" Several villagers nearby heard the voice and immediately gathered around, asking questions one after another.

“It’s okay, just lie down for 5 or 6 days. Clean up the battlefield quickly and take away the dead villagers... cough... cough…” Seeing the old village chief coughing, the hunter hurriedly carried the village chief on his back, turned to the blacksmith and said, “Lao Wang, I leave this to you. I’ll take the village chief back first.” After that, he took the village chief home, while the blacksmith Lao Wang took the surviving residents to collect the bodies of the villagers who died in the battle, preparing to bury them tomorrow morning.