The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 787
Teacher Cang was happy, but the tide of corpses was destined to be unhappy.

It is not that the tide of corpses does not live up to expectations, but the typical pyramid rules. The evolution and alienation of individuals must be based on the premise of sacrificing the base and a complete alienated blood ecosystem. Behind each powerful individual represents countless accumulations of resources, countless Low-level or even the disappearance of similar and different species at the same stage.

But in this unreasonable large-scale war, the high-level walking corpses almost didn't play their due role at all.

As the main force of the war, the Magic Mountain is used to fighting in coordination. Even the most elite troops cannot achieve their tacit cooperation. Due to their own disadvantages such as bulkiness and slowness, they may not be able to kill high-level walking corpses, but they cannot kill them. Ignore it? There are not many supermodel walking corpses in the entire corpse tide. Could it be possible that a high-ranking person can eat the magic mountain?Better at defending than attacking the Mountain!
On the contrary, under the cover of the magic mountain, the human survivors were able to stare at those high-level walking corpses, and the efficiency was extremely high. The right time, place and people and the advantage were with me. It was almost doomed to be beaten to death.

The ending sent to the tide of corpses is the evil power of the old king at the narrow entrance of the Great Plain. Under such circumstances, the tide of corpses in the entire valley was fired with an AOE output lasting as long as 59 seconds.

frenzied!

The valley is like a dam bursting, gushing out thick blood. The high-level walking corpses that can survive have nowhere to escape. They eat all the damage with their faces throughout the process. Even if they don't die, their combat power is basically smashed to the point where it is better than nothing. , Some unlucky people who lost their lives simply drowned in blood because of exhaustion and serious injuries. This can be called the most aggrieved way of death in the short history of the walking corpse.

From the tide of corpses to the rout, there is only an old king in the middle.

"This is the happiest time in my life! Damn you! This is so fucking cool!" Master Wang described the brilliance just now: "Is it recorded? Is it recorded? How much did I kill just now? Fifty thousand ? Is there a hundred thousand?"

But Li Cang looked at the exit of the Great Plains completely blocked by the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and was led to deep thinking by his own stupid behavior: "You tell me how to get out like this? How! What! Get out! Go! "

Most of the mountains on both sides have collapsed. At the mouth of the valley, there is basically a layer of mudslides on the left, a layer of mudslides on the right, and walking corpses on the left. In short, there must not be many buried.

The dog legs have already been running at full capacity and covered with big men, and there are corpses sweeping in from behind. The mountain of corpses and bloody mountains piled up at the mouth of the valley has no chance to dig out the remaining value, and it also greatly increases the difficulty for everyone to run. .

Faced with Li Cang's spittle, Lao Wang was also dumbfounded: "You wait a moment, let's smooth it out, isn't this fucking idea of ​​you first!"

"I fucking let you beat the walking corpse! You're holding a mountain to play Laohan's cart for me??"

"I don't wonder if we are also masters of reclaiming mountains and seas, we still have to have cards."

"I said, are you two young or not?" Li Leisi said, "Miss is waiting over there, the tide of corpses in front is gone, hurry up!"

Walk?Almost climbed.
Li Cang stood on the high "valley" and looked at the tide of corpse moss that almost filled the skyline behind him. He gritted his teeth in distress. The dog's stomach can't hold two taels of sesame oil, but the dog's leg's stomach has not been filled yet. !

A few kilometers away from the exit of the valley is the mushroom mountain mentioned by the tattooed man Abel. It is a very pure mushroom mountain piled up with mushrooms, which can even be described as not even the soil can be seen.

"You said that if this thing exploded, it would be spectacular, right?"

After the tide of corpses disintegrates, it is difficult to gather again in a short time, and of course hunting is out of the question, so Lao Wang is very idle now, very idle, and he feels that the few colored incendiary bombs he brought are already in his trouser pockets. .

"Roasting your fat body with incendiary bombs is also very spectacular." Li Cang said blankly, "Why don't you try it?"

The old Wang didn't argue with this guy who is full of holes but he must be unhappy, he just said: "Those three castles probably want to destroy us. There must be a loss of eight or nine thousand people? They all have a little bit of strength, they will be uncomfortable next time the corpse wave~"

"When did you become so sympathetic?" Li Leisi looked at Lao Wang in surprise when she heard the words: "Where will there be any corpses in a while, there are at least 30 corpses with bare dog legs. The people in the castle are still a bit pursuing, now is a godsend opportunity for them to leave this ghostly place, um, after the moss dissipates."

"What if people don't want to leave?"

"Do you have a dime relationship with my mother?"

Tens of thousands of dog legs shyly carried their hands on their shoulders, and it was only then that the subordinates who ran out of the castle suddenly realized a question: emmmmm, is there such a possibility that the master in front of him, he is completely, Never had the intention of giving up those corpses, not because of some corpse moss?
Abel, the tattooed man, couldn't imagine what kind of self-confidence that was, but after seeing the other party's calm and still energy, he suddenly realized that he might have missed his time in this cage. He lost a lot of things: "Tsk, when I'm still thinking about getting the right to live exempted from crime by carrying corpses a few more times, look what the boss is doing again!"

"And" the bearded Kmart suppressed a smile: "Not only is he better than you, he is more handsome than you, and he even works harder than you!"

"Mommy Falk!" the tattooed man opened his mouth and scolded, "With Asian faces rolled up like this, they must be Chinese if they are not Chinese. I bet five coins that they must be Chinese!"

"Hey, why did you choose first?" The bearded man said with a strange expression: "Or are you trying to induce me to use the most vicious language to attack a few powerful Chinese friends? I read "Grandson"! I happily discussed Huaxia with them You’re probably busy sucking filter tips with your druggie friends when you’re talking about colloquialisms and idioms?!”

"Damn Kmart, that face certainly doesn't match your cunning!"

"Thank you, but obviously you are not the first person to praise my humble and polite face in such a cryptic way. If you want to please a Norman, you need a more direct and radical way, boy, there are still things you have to learn There are many."

"Fuck you, at least some things can't be acquired through acquired learning, such as the thickness of the skin."

"Impolite boy, if you can reach the edge of the landmass alive, I might buy you a glass of beer on my empty island, real barley hop beer, not the week-fermented swill of the castle tavern."

"Wow, that's such an honor, you have to wait for a week, and I will see my empty island today."

"fuck, you never mentioned this to me!"

"Now you know that, don't you?"

The bearded man laughed and cursed, then glanced to the side: "If you could go out, what would you do?"

"I'll find a .

"Good idea, by the way, the tone of your speech reminds me of my ancestor's dragon boat—"

"Oh? There is a feeling of desolation and tragedy, right?"

"I think you've misunderstood. I mean the goat in the boat, the she-goat."

"Fuck you, damn black-faced monster, I call it the philosophical speculation of a rough people's artist, how much do you know about the problems of scholars?"

"I really don't know much about philosophy." The bearded man nodded, "but I think the gentlemen in Scotland and England may understand a little. They are usually very popular in pubs in Sweden and Norway, oh, and Holland."

"****! Damn it! Let me repeat for the last time! I'm not British!" Abel said bluntly, "But I won't be stingy with paying a penny to pay respects to your body before it was washed away."

(End of this chapter)