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Shijie briefly told the sand king that the level 40 monster cow had already run towards the immigration group. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info worried when he said it. Because the last time a few pirates attacked the immigration group, the Sand King was very manic because he was worried about the safety of Yu Yan's prototype. Will it be this time...

"Oh, yes."

The Sand King only responded lightly as he paced towards the immigration group.

Shijie didn't expect it, and I couldn't understand it. Why is the Sand King's reaction so different from last time?

Because there is a group of living people who are guarding the immigrant group? Indeed, they are quite strong. But, there will always be a chance in everything, why did the sand king seem so calm this time, as if he was sure that this would not happen.

"Huh?"

The Sand King suddenly looked to the side, and then changed his direction.

Shijie followed behind him in confusion.

The Sand King walked straight towards the Immortal Divine Tree.

In the middle of the endless wilderness lies a lone green and lovely tree. Although the branches and leaves are still immature, they do not grow and are five or six meters tall. Swaying gently in the wind, constantly sprinkling some magical star dust, like the wings of a little fairy.

The two approached.

Around the tree is a patch of grass, which is a little sparse but full of life. A few small inconspicuous flowers bloomed, like stars in the brightly lit night sky.

"What is this?" Shijie opened his arms and spun around for half a circle, feeling the air, "It's so comfortable magic..."

As soon as they got closer, Shijie immediately sensed the change. Compared with the previous ominous, the magic in the air now is gentle, fresh, comfortable, and cordial, like a spring breeze.

The Sand King smiled softly: "I really didn't mistake the Traveler King. ”

In order to plan, the Sand King took the trouble to keep brushing the randomly landed ships, in fact, there was no shortage of talents available among those people, but in order to be sure, he did not stop until he met the Traveler King.

As it turned out, the Traveler King was a very good first move for him.

Seeing the sand king smiling all over his face, Shijie, who had a full view of all this, asked, "Lord Sand King, do you want to send someone to protect this tree?" ”

The Sand King sneered, turned around and continued to walk slowly towards the immigration group.

Just don't use it. Shijie thought that the Sand King was very satisfied with the tree. Let's take care of the cow first... Poachers with a thousand cuts.

Shijie shouted at his wrist, "Wen! Lukewarm! Can you hear me? He was answered only by a rustling murmur.

Now not only do far-space communicators not work, but ordinary communication signals are also terrible.

But Shijie wouldn't have thought that even if the signal was fine, Wen couldn't bother to reply, because the immigration group was about to explode at this moment!

In the square of the village and town of the migrant group, at this time, Wen Zheng firmly held down the horns of the cow with both hands, and used all his strength to barely suppress the struggle of the strange cow. Wen's head was held to the head by several gunmen. And the fighters all sat paralyzed at a distance. All the Priests of Life and the Priests of Death stood on both sides, and the whole hundred-numbered people were scolding each other emotionally, full of gunpowder. They brandished weapons overhead, and those who got close to each other tugged at their collars, so that no one would be surprised if they fought in the next second. In the middle of the two factions, Yu Yan's prototype was fighting in vain, and she was already small and sandwiched between two groups of burly northerners, as if a chicken popped out of thousands of troops against each other. She looked helplessly at her lover, Carter, who had fallen to the ground by this time, and could not stand up as hard as she could to avoid being trampled on.

"Section Chief... If you don't come again, something will happen..."

Wen's face is full of black lines, how did things turn out like this?

At that time, Wen ran after the cow. That cow is running so fast! As a zombie, Wen lost control of the limiter in his brain, his strength increased greatly, and he was already running faster than a normal person, but he was still thrown away by the cow.

And go straight to the immigration group.

At that time, the closest to the wreck of the spaceship should have been the Solomon base, followed by the pirates, and the farthest was the immigration group. But the cow seemed to be blind to the other two places, and from the beginning it was clearly targeted.

This can't help but make Wen wonder if there is something tempting in the immigration group, no, something that lures cattle.

Entering the field of vision of the immigrant group, the guards also saw Niu and Wen, and there was a burst of noise.

"Something's coming! Up to level 40! Attack! Attack! ”

"Don't attack! That's the North Star Cow, and you're going to be damned! ”

Those who shouted to attack were the gunmen, and those who shouted not to attack were the priests of life.

Seeing that the cattle were about to crash into the gate of the fence, one of the gunmen did not care much and raised his gun to aim. Seeing this, a priest of life rushed over, grabbed his gun, and scuffled with each other.

While!

A bang! The strange bull knocked the gate of the fence into the air. The huge metal door panel that was dented and deformed, spiked and snapped, swirled wildly, and then smashed into the second walled gate, penetrating deeply, and collapsing with it.

The door of the entire immigration group was opened, and the strange cow walked in.

Not only were the guards dumbfounded, but Wen was also dumbfounded. Although poorly fortified, the double gate is more than 5 meters high and nearly 1 meter thick, welded from several outer metal plates of the wreckage of the spacecraft. If this was done by a hundred-level sand king, he would have admitted it, but what the hell was it that was double-flown by a level 40 animal?

Wen finally caught up with the strange cow and immediately grabbed the horns.

The ox was furious and shook its head violently.

Wen can swear to the sky that he did not underestimate the enemy in the slightest, and from the beginning he used all his strength, but he was still thrown off the ground with his feet and almost lifted off.

Standing firm in embarrassment, Wen tried his best to keep the bull's head low, barely under control. It's too hard, and I don't know how long I can last.

Soon, the people of the migrant group gathered around.

"Let him go, how can you be so disrespectful to the sacred cow?"

Wen was stunned, and looked at the person who shouted, and sure enough, it was a priest of life, who looked very angry, and even pointed a weapon at him.

Wen was just about to let go, when suddenly another priest of life shouted, "Don't let go!" That cow is a zombie! ”

Hey?

Wen looked down closely. The cow was indeed decomposed, and it was moving so violently without panting, and its eyes were abnormal. The most exaggerated thing is that because he slammed the door too hard, he was stabbed by two big holes in the spikes on the door, and the wound was deep, but there was no blood. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a zombie.

Zombie cows? Why didn't I think of it earlier, but how could it be.

"Impossible!" A Death Priest stepped forward, "Necro tricks have only worked on humans since ancient times. This is the outer way, destroy it! ”

"Are you crazy?" Another Death Priest shouted, "This is simply a major breakthrough in necromantic spells, it must be studied!" ”

Controversy erupted.

Half of the Priests of Life felt that the cow was sacrosanct, and the other half felt that the zombie cow was simply unforgivable and blasphemous. The Death Priest was also in a mess, half of them thought that it would never be the orthodox necromancy that made the cow scam the corpse, and the other half felt that it would be a major breakthrough in the study of the corpse.

The more noisy it became, the more distraught Wen listened, and he couldn't help but think back to why he had fled his hometown. Religion! Can you stop arguing about it first, I'm pressing it so hard...