Chapter Forty-Seven: Fifteen White Short Swords

Li Sichen put away his sword and jumped down the gatehouse, what Wang Peixin needs most at this time is to be quiet alone, and he doesn't know what to say to this infatuated man, everything that has happened in the past few days is actually because of himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He already knew that the lost banshee would chase him all the way, and the corpse tide she controlled would definitely pass through the empty Yijiazhai. It's just that he didn't expect the banshee to take Ah Yao away, or did he think about it and didn't care?

I don't know if Ah Yao broke free of the rope herself, or if the banshee rescued her. The latter is more likely, the reason why the lost banshee is powerful is not only a mental attack, but also in her extremely high intelligence.

Under her control, the essence of the food obtained by the zombie army will be consciously concentrated on a few powerful subordinates, so that they can evolve faster than other zombies, and then lead the entire zombie army in a pyramid shape, and then her army will become stronger and stronger like a snowball.

In the last days, there was a lost banshee who evolved to the ninth level and became one of the demon queen lords of the ten Jedi, with countless powerful generals under her command, and became a nightmarish existence of human powerhouses.

I don't know if it's the one in front of me.

No matter what, Ah Yao's special physique was favored by the banshee, and now he has become a warrior under the banshee, no matter what Wang Peixin does, he will not be able to return to the days of his previous life, alone in the mountains for the rest of his life.

This may be a good start, but I don't know if he can still become that admirable powerhouse after losing his dream?

The fat man is fine.

"Brother, I'm amazing, right?" Although Yijie was tired, she had a smile on her face, and she was very happy that she could defeat a strong enemy.

"Of course, it's much better than a fat man." Li Sichen rubbed her forehead.

"Are you hurt? That banshee is pretty powerful. Maybe it's because of her profession, Wu Yifei's expression is cold on weekdays, and the ice on her face will melt only when Li Sichen comes over.

"Don't worry about it, such a handsome and handsome man and banshee chased him all the way to the dust, how could he be willing to hurt him,." The fat man pouted on the side.

"I think so, otherwise she would have been there when we got there." Qiu Chuqi laughed along.

"Brother, that banshee is very beautiful." Even Yijie was involved.

"Are you all done?" Li Sichen has a black line.

While talking, Uncle Hei Niu came over with Erhuzi.

"The people in the camp are desperate, they need a strong person to lead, I think you are a good fit, if you want, my people and I will support you." Uncle Hei Niu directly explained his intentions, he was telling the truth, Li Sichen's team only had five people, but the combat power was unmatched by other teams in the camp.

Only then did the fat man and the women realize that the atmosphere in the camp was heavy, and the people were depressed, and they were as relaxed as they were.

After the brief joy of the disastrous victory, those who survived found that the crisis had not left, and many people lost relatives and friends again, and people's mood was generally low, and sadness and confusion were unabashedly written on their faces.

If there were no Li Sichen, we would be no different from these people, and some people couldn't help but have this kind of thought in their hearts.

"I still have something to do, maybe we will find a chance to leave soon, I hope that this camp will be managed by your Yi family in the future." Li Sichen's gaze swept over the demoralized crowd in the camp, just because he didn't have time now didn't mean that he wouldn't need this camp in the future, having someone familiar with him could save a lot of trouble.

"Alright! But I would like to ask you to help us through this difficult time, and if it is useful in the future, just ask. Uncle Hei Niu was silent for a while and spoke cautiously, since Li Sichen had no intention of expressing his support for them, it would be hypocritical for Uncle Hei Niu to be unwilling, he had to think about the people of Yijiazhai.

"I'll do my best when it's time to make a move, but I'm not going to promise you anything, and even if I do, it's for myself." Li Sichen's face turned cold, he would not put his relatives and friends in a dangerous situation for the sake of others.

"That's enough. Thank you! Uncle Hei Niu knew that he couldn't give Li Sichen anything at all, and it was because of Wang Peixin that people said this, so he naturally didn't dare to make further requests.

After getting rid of Liu Zhenxing and his men, Yijiazhai became the largest force in the camp. This was the case even after the fighting ceased for a while, although nine of them were also killed, and only eighteen remained.

With the support of Li Sichen and others, plus the people of Yijiazhai, who showed heroism in the battle just now, everyone can also see it, so the people who survived the camp recognized their leadership position.

Uncle Black Bull became the new leader of the camp.

Under his arrangement, some people carried building materials and began to repair the high wall, because most of them were semi-evolutionary people, and the materials were ready-made, and the high wall was repaired quickly, and it was estimated that it could be repaired in half a day.

Qiu Chuqi and Erhuzi led a part of the people to rescue the wounded.

The fat man commanded several people from the Yi family to clean up the battlefield.

Wu Yifei and Yijie took a few women to take out the food that Liu Zhenxing had stored and distributed it to all those who participated in the battle.

While the wounded were being counted, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Three people were bitten, but they haven't mutated yet." The second tiger ran over.

"You don't need to ask, catch it and kill it!" Li Sichen frowned.

"Wait, take them upstairs! Sharpen their hands and feet, so that they are less painful. Uncle Hei Niu explained to Li Sichen, "There are many people outside, and so many people have just died, and everyone is not happy in their hearts." ”

At noon, the wall was repaired, and people had a full meal and their mood stabilized.

The core members of the camp all gathered in Liu Zhenxing's original lair.

Except for the five people on Li Sichen's side, there are five people in Yijiazhai, Uncle Heiniu, Wang Peixin, Erhuzi and another young man named Zhuzi.

The other is the captain of the two powerful squads among the survivors, both of whom have just reached the first level.

"There are still 277 survivors in the camp, and 249 are capable of fighting, excluding the seriously wounded and children." Qiu Chuqi briefly counted the casualties.

More than 400 people were killed and wounded, nearly half of them were wounded, and everyone was silent, so many people died, and there was little hope of holding the camp.

"But the results are good, killing 1,200 ordinary zombies and fifteen second-level zombies. It's just that some of the magic cores were taken away during the last battle. The fat man took out two bags, which contained two kinds of magic cores, both of which were less than he had reported.

"Forget about what you take away, everyone has contributed, I see the first-level magic core is divided, how do you say it." Uncle Hei Niu looked at Li Sichen, although he was the leader, he knew in his heart the weight of this young man in the hearts of everyone.

Li Sichen was also not polite: "I want three hundred first-level demon cores, and you can take care of the rest, but it is best to let them take it immediately, at this time, the strength can be improved a little bit." "His requirements are not high at all, the effort of their team is completely worth this amount, and everyone immediately said that it was no problem.

After receiving three hundred demon cores, Li Sichen took out fifteen white short swords and placed them on the table: "The second-level demon core is not of great use to you now, I will exchange it with you."

The crowd was dazzled by the dagger on the table.

"This ...... Not really! No, I'm so embarrassed. "Uncle Black Bull's eyes widened, one of his white short knives was sacrificed for a hundred demon cores, that is still good luck, if the materials or drawings are produced, then I want to cry without tears.

But the people made fifteen shots, and they didn't frown. That's fifteen white weapons, and even a foundry can't pull them out.

And people are right, the second-level magic core is of little use to us now.

The combat power of an evolutionary who is already a first-level evolver with one or two second-level magic cores is far from being able to catch up with a white weapon.

And those who have not reached the first level of evolution are even more useless, Dr. White clearly warned that through his experiments, ordinary humans who take the second-level magic core will be supported by the powerful energy and die, and he estimates that the same will be the case when taking the level skipping.

Although one second-level magic core is equivalent to a hundred first-level magic cores, and the strongest improvement in combat power is the badge at present, but you have to have that luck if you have so many magic cores.

Taking a step back, with the strength of others, it is easy to rob these demon cores. What's more, fifteen second-level zombies, several of them were killed by other people's people, and the extra weapons were actually favors given by others.

"No problem, no problem, I'll go and ask those who are hiding and tucking up, and take out the second-level demon core to Brother Li." As soon as Li Siqi said, Erhuzi was the first to agree, but he first got Li Sichen's favor.

Everyone is a smart person, and when they figure it out, they naturally agree. When the news came out, someone soon took out the hidden second-level demon core and happily replaced it with a white short sword.