Chapter 135: The Sprout of Elves

The so-called gods, for these zombies who have lost their memories and lost their civilization, have the power beyond their comprehension to have the qualifications to become gods. If www.biquge.info you want to be believed by these zombies, you must first be accepted by them, not as a food, but fortunately, Claude has a perfect identity, all creatures infected by the zombie virus have a sense of each other, and this sense can know whether the other party is food or the same kind.

Claude's feeling now was wonderful, he had never experienced it, he only felt that he was not so repulsive, and he could not say how happy he was, but he seemed to have found a possibility, a possibility to win over his own power: was it possible to let these zombies work for themselves?

Thinking about why he wants to return to the human world, this is a kind of habitual thinking, after all, he grew up in the human world before, and after getting this medicine, he naturally wants to return to the human world and use this kind of thing to seek a benefit. Now he seems to see a different kind of social situation, and he himself has a clear advantage in this embryonic society, and if he uses it well, it is not empty talk to rule them.

Temptation is everywhere, and now Claude has really touched the threshold of power, although there are less than a hundred zombies here, although they are all species under intelligence, nevertheless, the feeling of being worshiped and obeyed has bought a seed deep in his heart.

Claude stayed here for a few days, and he had been observing these zombies for the past few days, watching how they divided labor, how they handled the food, how they distributed the supplies, how they lived, and slowly he discovered that he should never underestimate their minds, these zombies have become incredibly smart.

Like the rudiments of a tribe, the zombies are clearly divided into three classes, which is very rough and effective. Stronger guys naturally have more say in the group, they have priority access to food, they can occupy a cool and comfortable resting place, and they also get the most food, of course, these privileges are not given for nothing, perhaps because of competition with each other, or because they provide protection for everyone when everyone is in danger.

Naturally, the weak get less, and these include the weak, the young, the old, and some female zombies. They have a different kind of job in the race, which is not difficult, but it is a sign of intelligent beings, they are making weapons.

This is the ruins of the city, and there are a large number of civilization tools left here, although most of the steel pipes and clothing were damaged in the bombing, but as long as they are lucky, there are always some good things that they can find, and then carry out some processing, and become tools to protect themselves and hunt for food.

I still remember that in the past, when the nature teacher talked about the difference between humans and animals, he said that the manufacture and use of tools is a sign to distinguish between the two.

In addition to these two obvious classes, Claude also strangely found a third class, that is, the old man, a strangely dressed class, with fancy headdresses, and crutches, and the most powerful class, who seemed to be the weakest, but who became the ruler of this small social group.

There were only three people in the circle, the old man who knelt down to Claude first, a relatively young woman, and a newborn baby.

The baby Claude was very familiar, it was the child of the strong zombie who died, but now he didn't know why he was given to a young woman to raise, in fact, Claude wanted to know more that this baby was born after the disaster, or was infected after the disaster.

If it is the former, it means that zombies can also reproduce, and the virus will spread with mother and child, and they will never be able to get rid of the shackles of these demons. Thinking of this, Claude shook his head, these things should be studied by those experts and professors, and it took him a long time to work hard, but in fact, he didn't really know much about these zombies, and there was their power, a very strange power.

They have a very unique way of using soul power, which Claude doesn't understand, but he can describe it in one word, because it's so similar, very similar to the skills in the online games in his previous life, which according to the vocabulary in the game, should be a druid.

As soon as he thought of this, Claude looked at the huge tree and was speechless, Druid, then these zombies are simply called Night Elves, I really want to complain about whether this big tree is the World Tree in the future, this is simply called Teldashir, or Idasil.

The little robot Xiao Q was the most active, and now it seems to be the real ruler here, through the identity of Claude who is considered a god, as a slave of God, it naturally has a transcendent status, and more importantly, after collecting all kinds of data, this little guy has mastered the language of these zombies.

Looking at the food that these zombies paid tribute to, Claude frowned and looked at it for a long time, only to find that these strange things were a kind of leaves, if this continued, he would one day become a grass-eating druid like these zombies, and finally he couldn't stay any longer, so he decided to leave here.

"Well, master, what about me, well, look, it's fun here, right, you see I've been working on their transformation abilities recently, and I think these abilities are worth studying in depth, yes, you see through my analysis, I think this is a new way to control muscles..."

Why don't you stay here and continue to be your Divine Messenger. Claude said to Xiao Q angrily, but he didn't expect to hear these words, Xiao Q actually opened his eyebrows and laughed, it stretched out two small arms like water droplets and snored, and then reacted like a god, changed a sad expression and pretended to hug Claude and cry bitterly.

"You're ready!" Claude kicked this guy away, this thing's temper also made Claude tired of it, he didn't like this kind of guy who was a little sloppy, maybe there was another reason, he was always thinking about Anna, when he remembered that his sister didn't know where to suffer, he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't eat or sleep, so he had to hurry up and find those humans, through satellite media, to find her.

Having made up his mind, Claude began to prepare to leave, and before that, he still grabbed this little Q and wanted to tell a few things.

"You have to find a way, um, it's like playing a strategy game, manage these zombies well, if you can, ensure their lives, maybe one day they will come back, I can use these powers, do you know what I mean?"

Xiao Q immediately reassured with a flutter of eyebrows, I don't know what this guy has in mind, of course, Claude is not worried, although these zombies look good, but after all, they are still too weak, he doesn't have the heart to slowly cultivate them, he wants to find Anna as soon as possible, since the robot Xiao Q likes it, it is a good idea to hand it over to him.

Watching Claude walk into the distance, the zombies were all kneeling on the ground, like children abandoned by the gods, and some of them whimpered sadly, and Xiao Q in the crowd raised his arms and cheered, he looked at the big tree in front of him, and with a roll of his eyes, he took out a small test tube and injected it into the root of the tree.

If Claude had been here, he would have been surprised to find that the liquid in this test tube was a virus-progen drug, Prometheus.