The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Teacher Cang is happy, so the zombies must be unhappy.

It’s not that the zombies are not competitive, but the typical pyramid rule. The evolution and alienation of individuals must be based on the sacrifice of the base number and the complete alienated bloodline ecosystem. Behind each powerful individual is the accumulation of countless resources, the disappearance of countless low-level or even the same stage of the same kind of aliens.

But in this unreasonable large-scale war, high-level zombies almost did not play their due role.

As the main force of the war, the Mountain is used to coordinated operations. Even the most elite army cannot achieve the tacit cooperation of them. They may not be able to kill high-level zombies due to their own disadvantages such as heavy and slow, but can they not be ignored? There are not many super-model zombies in the entire zombie tide. Can the high-level ones bite the Mountain? The Mountain is better at defense than attacking!

On the contrary, the human survivors were able to stare at the high-level zombies under the cover of the magic mountain, and they were very efficient. The advantages of time, place, and people were in my hands, and it was almost inevitable that the zombies would be beaten to pieces.

The end of the zombie tide was Lao Wang's evil power at the narrow entrance of the Great Plains. The zombies in the back rushed in desperately, and the zombies in the front were killed by the magic mountain. The zombie tide that filled the entire valley was opened by an AOE output lasting for 59 seconds under such circumstances.

It was crazy!

The valley was just like a dam bursting and gushing with sticky blood. The high-level zombies who survived had nowhere to escape and took all the damage with their faces. Even if they didn't die, their combat effectiveness was basically smashed to a level that was better than nothing. Some unlucky people who got a life simply drowned in blood because of exhaustion and serious injuries. It can be said to be the most aggrieved death in the short history of zombies.

From the tide of corpses to the rout, there was only one old Wang in between.

"This is the most satisfying time in my life! Damn you! This is too fucking satisfying!" Master Wang described the glory just now: "Did you record it? Did you record it? How many did I kill just now? Fifty thousand? Is it a hundred thousand?"

Li Cang, looking at the exit of the great plain that was completely blocked by the sea of ​​corpses and blood, was led into deep thought by his own stupid behavior: "Tell me how people can get out in this situation? How! Get! Out!"

The mountains on both sides have collapsed for the most part, and the valley entrance is basically a layer of mudslides on the left and a layer of zombies on the right. The mudslides on the left and a layer of mudslides on the right are so solid that no matter how many zombies Master Wang killed, there must be fewer than those buried.

The lackeys have been working at full capacity, and there are still corpse mosses sweeping in from the back. The mountain of corpses and blood piled up at the valley entrance has no chance to dig out the surplus value, and it has greatly increased the difficulty for everyone to escape.

Facing Li Cang's spit, Lao Wang was also confused: "Don't you wait a moment, let's sort it out, isn't this your idea first!"

"I asked you to beat the zombies! You hold a mountain and act like Lao Khan pushing a cart?"

"Don't I think I'm also a master at moving mountains and filling the sea? I still have to have a good face."

"Are you two childish?" Li Lasi said: "The young lady is waiting over there. The corpse tide in front has dispersed. Hurry up and leave!"

Walk? Climbing is more like it.

Li Cang stood on the high "valley" and looked at the corpse moss tide behind that almost covered the skyline. He was distressed and grinned. A dog's stomach can't hold two taels of sesame oil, but the dog's stomach is not full 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 by mushrooms. It can even be described as not even soil can be seen.

"You said if this thing explodes, it will be quite spectacular, right?"

After the corpse tide dissipates, 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, he feels that the colored incendiary bombs he brought are already in his trouser pockets ready to go.

"It's also spectacular to roast your fat body with incendiary bombs." Li Cang said expressionlessly, "Don't you want to try it?"

Lao Wang didn't argue with this guy who was always unhappy with every part of his body, but just said: "Those three castles probably want to grind us to ashes, don't they have to lose 8,000 or 9,000 people? They are all quite powerful, they will be in trouble next time there is a corpse tide~"

"When did you become so sympathetic?" Li Lasi looked at Lao Wang in surprise: "Besides, there will be no corpse tide for a while, and the corpses carried out by the lackeys are nothing. There are at least 300,000 of them. If the people in the castle are still ambitious, now is their God-given opportunity to leave this hellhole, well, after the moss dissipates. "

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

"What does it have to do with me?"

Tens of thousands of lackeys were carrying corpses with their bellies bulging, and it was not until then that the subordinates who ran out of the castle suddenly realized a problem: emmmm, is there such a possibility that the master in front of him never intended to give up those corpses at all, not because of the moss?

The tattooed man Abel couldn't imagine what kind of confidence that was, but when he saw the other people's calm and relaxed look, he suddenly realized that he might have missed and lost a lot of things during his time in this cage: "Tsk, I was still thinking about how to survive a few more corpse tides to get the right to live without guilt, and look at what the big guy is doing!"

"And" the bearded Kmart suppressed a smile: "Not only are they better and more handsome than you, they are even more hardworking than you!"

"Fuck you!" The tattooed man cursed, "Asian faces curled up like this must be Chinese or Japanese. I bet five coins that they must be Chinese!"

"Tsk, why do you choose first?" The bearded man said with a strange look, "Or are you trying to induce me to attack several powerful Chinese friends with the most vicious language? I read "The Art of War"! When I was happily discussing Chinese idioms and idioms with them, you were probably busy sucking filters with your drug addict friends?!"

"Damn Kmart, this face is obviously not in line with your cunning!"

"Thank you, but obviously you are not the first person to praise my humble and polite appearance in such an obscure way. If you want to please a Norman, you need a more direct and radical way. Boy, you still have a lot to learn."

"fuck you, at least some things cannot be acquired through learning, such as the thickness of the skin. "

"Impolite boy, if you can reach the edge of the land mass alive, I might treat you to a beer on my sky island, real barley hop beer, not the fermented swill in the castle tavern for a week."

"Wow, that's an honor, you need to wait for a week, and I will see my own sky island today."

"Fuck, you never mentioned this to me!"

"Now you already know it, don't you?"

The big bearded man laughed and cursed a few times, and glanced at the side: "If you can get out, what will you do?"

"I will find a settlement and base where a person can live like a human being, or die on the track like a human being."

"Good idea, by the way, the tone of your speech reminds me of the dragon boat of our ancestors-"

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

"I think you misunderstood, I mean the goats on the boat, female goats."

"Fuck You, damn black-faced monster, this is the philosophical speculation of a rough people's artist, how many of the problems of scholars do you understand? "

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

"****! Damn it! I repeat it for the last time! I am not British!" Abel laughed directly: "But I won't be stingy to spend a penny to pay homage to your remains before you are washed away."