Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

The stiff, deformed joints moved, and before anyone could react, the hand suddenly grabbed Vic's leg.

"So, what is that?"

"what!"

Vic tried to run, but the thing holding his leg was gripping it tightly, and his leg was being pulled.

His face was filled with terror. He felt the thing was cold, and most importantly, it was something that came from a grave.

At the same time, the soil in other graves also began to loosen.

Those with good eyesight had already ridden off at breakneck speed, not daring to look back for fear of being entangled by something.

As the mound of earth loosened further, a skeletal humanoid figure sat up, his hands gripping Vic's leg tightly.

"Ahhh!"

"Ghost, ghost!"

The screams of men and the roars of monsters came from behind, but Snow White continued riding her horse without stopping.

Looking back, 250 saw several people being pounced on and bitten by something that looked like a zombie.

"It doesn't look like a vampire, it looks like a zombie." Little Red Riding Hood only glanced at it, but with her glasses on, she could see it very clearly.

Zitong turned around and looked, then exclaimed in horror, "No, it looks more like a dried corpse, just a skeleton with skin and bones."

Soon, people on horseback caught up, but what followed were monsters that crawled out of the ground.

They walked at a decent pace, their mouths full of blood, chasing after the unridden, living people.

"Luckily we rode horses," Li Zirui exclaimed.

"Ow—"

Suddenly, a monster's roar came from ahead, and Snow White's heart skipped a beat. She saw that the woods ahead were full of these earthen graves.

Without the sunlight, things popped out of the earthen graves one by one.

The mindless monsters pounced on any living person they saw, even disregarding the fact that they were large horses.

"Ah-"

A monster lunged forward, its withered, deformed hand about to grab Cinderella's skirt.

Eli suppressed his fear, drew his longsword and slashed down fiercely, instantly sending the monster's arm flying.

At the same time, Snow White gritted her teeth and swung her sword, beheading the monster in front of her.

The head of the mummified corpse fell to the ground and rolled several times before the body lay still.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, Snow White said, "Cutting off heads works."

Fortunately, the group had found suitable weapons before entering, as longswords were the most commonly used weapon here.

It's not made of silver, but it can still cut off the heads of those monsters; the result is the same.

Zitong took out her magic wand and manipulated the plants and vines in the forest, instantly binding the hands and feet of the monster that was about to pounce.

With its white teeth bared, the monster made a tearing motion toward the group, as if it would suck the blood out of any living person it bit.

"Ugh, that damn thing!"

The person who had just caught up with Snow White and run ahead was quickly blocked by the monster in front of them.

The horses knocked several monsters away, but the monsters acted as if nothing had happened and continued to pounce on the horses and bite them.

The monsters were like starving wolves, devouring anything alive.

The man on the horse was dragged off, and several monsters swarmed him and devoured him.

As the number of monsters increased, even those on horseback were too afraid to charge forward.

The first few people, along with their horses, were completely overwhelmed by the monster horde.

The heart-wrenching screams were even worse than those in the snake forest.

Zitong used vines to bind the monster, while the others used their swords to cut off its head.

Guy and the others rushed over, only to find there was no way forward, so they had to join Snow White and her companions.

Seeing them kill the monster, many people also drew their weapons and tried to hit the monster's head.

At this moment, Jumo also realized that Zitong was a witch, and the cat in the vine cage on the witch's horse was also a magical cat.

"Roar--"

A larger monster lunged straight at Guy's horse. Guy screamed and swung his sword to slash at the monster.

However, he struck the monster's arm. Even though it had lost one arm, it still had another. The monster seemed to feel no pain, and with its gleaming white teeth, it bit the horse's leg.

Seeing this, the other monsters pounced on it. The brown horse, in pain, kicked wildly with its four legs, sending several monsters flying.

But when the horse lurched violently, Guy screamed and was thrown off.

Jumo reached out to pull him, but the monster had already climbed onto Jui's body.

Sharp fingernails scratched Guy's cheek, and the smell of blood attracted more monsters. A few seconds later, Guy was completely dragged away and overwhelmed by the monsters.

"Guy!"

With his younger brother dead, Jumo could only grit his teeth and continue killing the monsters that pounced on him.

With another roar, Little Red Riding Hood, protected by several people, lit a torch.

As the torches flashed, the monsters retreated in terror.

"They're afraid of fire, light some torches." Little Red Riding Hood lit a few more torches and handed them to Cinderella and the others.

Holding torches and forming a circle, the monsters dared not approach, turning instead to attack those without torches.

Give me a torch!

A man's angry shout rang out, but no one paid any attention.

"Can't you hear what I'm saying?"

Snow White, holding the reins, said to the group, "Let's take the torches and walk slowly forward. We'll be fine once we're out of the forest."

There's no sunlight in the forest, but once we leave the forest where the sunlight is, these monsters won't dare to come out.

Torches were very useful; everyone in Snow White's group had one. No one knows where they got their torches.

Some tried to follow them, but they were quickly caught by the monsters. Once they were dragged off their horses, it was a fatal disaster.

Screams rose and fell, growing weaker and weaker.

All the people walking on foot died at the hands of the monster, while the rest, riding horses and armed, followed closely behind Snow White and her companions.

Some even wanted them to give them torches.

Charles was one of them, and also the loudest.

"Are you guys deaf? We came in together, why aren't you helping us?"

"You had torches, why didn't you take them out sooner to protect us?"

This tone of moral blackmail sounds very familiar, but where am I?

Snow White's face darkened, and she grabbed a vine that Zitong had just conjured, lashing it at Charles's face.

Charles tried to dodge, but because he was afraid of dying, and was not far from Snow White, he couldn't dodge in time, and the vines lashed hard across his face.

Holding tightly to the reins so he wouldn't fall, Charles glared fiercely at Snow White:

"You dare hit me? You bitch, you want to die..."

The cursing stopped abruptly, and Snow White swung the vine again, this time the other end of the vine tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Who do you think you are?"

Snow White already disliked this kind of person, and this guy even dared to insult her.

If that's the case, then go die.

With a sudden pull of her arm, Charles felt a suffocating pain in his neck, and he swayed and fell off the horse.

"Ahhh-"

The screams mingled with the monster's roars, and no one else dared to utter another word.