Dill was still smiling, but the captain of the guard felt a chill all over his body.

Recalling the situation when he just removed the hand of dill and sprinkled most of the melon seeds in her palm, he was a little afraid.

Xiaohua, who was surrounded by many zombies, was indeed not optimistic at the moment.

The flower is a figurative ability, and the means of dealing with zombies are naturally direct and effective.

But the number of zombies that can't stand it is too large, and it consumes too much to deal with, and gradually it is a little powerless.

The intelligence of the seventh-level high-level zombies is already comparable to that of normal humans, and the eighth-level zombies are even more comparable to the wise among humans.

These high-level zombies consciously divided into two groups, one group surrounded Xiaohua and dragged him to consume his strength, and the other group surrounded the zombie king to protect her impenetrable.

"How are you, King?" A high-level zombie close to the Zombie King asked with concern.

The zombie king's face turned slightly pale, one hand covered his chest, and the other hand was supported by the zombie beside him, and half of his body leaned on the zombie behind him.

Her situation at this time was far weaker than she imagined, and the appearance of parity when the two of them fought was all pretended by her.

It was precisely because of her efforts to suppress and hold on just now that she suffered a greater backlash at this time, and she was afraid that she would not be able to recover in a short period of time.

The zombie king whispered to the zombies beside him, the zombies nodded, and summoned a team of zombies to protect the zombie king and quickly move to the door.

"Miss, the Zombie King is running away!" The captain of the guard said loudly.

"Oh." Dill replied softly, without showing any unusual expression.

"Miss, I said the Zombie King is running away!" Regarding the blandness of dill, the captain of the guard showed some anxiety, "Why are you indifferent?" ”

Dill raised her eyes and glanced at him, her tone was still flat: "If you leave, you will leave, is it possible that I want to keep her and continue to fight in the group?" ”

The captain of the guard choked on dill, and immediately understood their situation at the moment.

The three of them relied on Xiaohua to fight.

Although his strength is not weak, he can only barely deal with one or two high-level zombies.

As for Miss, he had never seen her actually make a move, but he knew that she didn't have an awakening ability.

Perhaps frightened by Dill's calm appearance, he subconsciously asked for her advice and sought her help when he encountered danger and choices, but forgot to consider whether he had the premise to do so.

The wave of zombies that originally surrounded the Zombie King, another half escorted the Zombie King to escape, and the other half joined the battle circle surrounding Xiaohua.

The hall was filled with the chaotic roars of zombies and the screeching of abilities colliding with blades.

There was still half of the energy in Xiaohua's body, and looking at the zombie in front of him, his eyes were slowly dyed with a strange blood red.

Xiaohua added a circle of golden shield defenses to herself, and then planted a land thunderstorm within half a meter centered on herself.

After doing this, he clearly felt that the energy in his body had gone down by half. I can't maintain the appearance of a five or six-year-old child at this moment.

Xiaohua closed her eyes slightly, and several thick and flexible branches stretched out in all directions, the branches were all fiery red, and there was an inconspicuous faint blue flame at the tail.

The branches snaked forward on the ground, wrapping around the feet of the nearest zombie