Chapter 133: Changes in Zombies

Dagu Ferry, Claude stands in this place with a long history, looking around, where there is still the bustle of the past, countless ruins and broken walls, full of devastation, now it is summer, it is a tourist attraction, but now only zombies slowly wander in the ruins, rummaging in the desert to find food that can satisfy the stomach. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several zombies saw Claude walking on the street from a distance, and they let out different shouts, and he couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

Now it seems that this is a city that was blown up by bombers, and most of these zombies have survived, but in a short period of time, they who should have been the walking dead have now acted collectively like wolves.

Watching these wrinkled skin zombies pluck leaves from the tree and stuff them into their mouths to chew, Claude also looked at them a few more times in disbelief. Are the zombies that eat leaves out of necessity due to lack of food, or have they evolved into a herbivorous branch?

Seeing this, he also looked at the big tree in the ruins curiously, and this look was even more surprising, it was the first time he had seen such a big tree.

The trunks of the trees were covered with nodules of various sizes, and on closer inspection, the tumors were as slow as living creatures. The thick root system was deep in the ruins, and beneath its roots were countless zombie corpses.

Some of those zombies are missing arms and legs, and some are only white bones, and the roots of the tree are octopus tentacles that draw nutrients from these zombies, and regenerate fresh leaves, which are obviously full of energy.

Claude didn't know if this was a simple ecosystem, but felt that what was in front of him completely overturned the common sense. Reaching out and plucking a leaf, he saw snow-white juice flowing from the broken branch, with an attractive fragrance, like a devil urging Claude to eat it quickly.

Shaking his head and throwing down the leaf, Claude raised his feet and walked into the distance, only to see that there were many such big trees in this ruin, and under these big trees, there were some zombies living in groups.

A childlike cry came into his ears, and Claude turned his head to see that it was a small baby and a zombie. The newborn was still small enough to crawl slowly on the ground like a puppy, and before he had gone far, a strong zombie walked over, picked him up and put him under the tree again, turned his head to look at Claude vigilantly, and let out a warning roar.

This scene surprised Claude even more, he didn't see the previous insensitivity in these zombies, now they seem to have regained their senses, and even the social system seems to be slowly formed.

Claude walked all the way, watched all the way, and in just half a day, he saw a lot of incredible things. It also made him more sure of his guesses, these zombies are evolving, they are becoming smarter, and they are becoming more united.

Just like ancient clan societies, these zombies used unknown roars to send messages to each other, hunted with steel bars picked up from the ruins as weapons, made clothes out of leaves and animal skins, and even reached out to touch a flame of fire.

Roar! A loud roar came from a distance, and Claude was startled, he heard an unusual soul fluctuation from this roar, obviously an unusually large guy.

"Oh! Woooooo Countless zombies began to roar, and from their wrinkled faces, Claude could see frightened expressions, and some were even hesitant.

The strong zombie man picked up the baby and fled into the distance, yelling at Claude a few times before leaving, and the voice seemed to say, "Run!" ”

Countless zombies kept fleeing, and they abandoned the big trees and began to gather towards the largest tree in the center. The strong zombies surrounded the outermost side, using the barriers of the ruins to form a circle, and the women and weak zombies stayed at the root of the tree, and for a while all kinds of shouts came and went, and panic and order coexisted in this group.

Claude seemed to be watching these strange actions like watching a movie, he had seen enough of this day, and he thought that he would not be surprised no matter how strange these zombies were, until the tall zombie man yelled a few times, the expression seemed to be scolding, and as if he was struggling with something, and finally he bit his teeth that clearly protruded from his lips and ran towards Claude.

"Woohoo!" The tall zombie roared as if reprimanding him, then pointed to the source of the voice in the distance, and reached out to pull him towards the crowd.

Claude watched this farce angrily and funny, he was a little puzzled, why was this zombie so sure that he was in the same league as him? Didn't he realize that he and he were not the same kind of people at all?

Thinking of this, Claude was stunned again, and it suddenly occurred to him that it seemed that he and these zombies were really the same kind of people, although they looked different on the outside, they both had the same virus flowing in their bodies.

Rumble! The ground shook violently, and the zombies all started to scream violently, and they began to wave anxiously at Claude, and some even shouted loudly, pointing their fingers behind him.

Claude reached out and pulled up the strong zombie, turned his head to look behind him, and was also stunned, a huge figure appeared above the ruins.

It was a flying beast, with huge wings that looked at least ten meters long, black feathers that glowed like steel, a lion-like head with a pair of sharp horns, and limbs and hooves that were different from front to back. The two strong hind feet stood upright on the ground, and the three fingers on a pair of slender forelimbs were even sharper, and the power of these claws was known at the curved claws that were half a meter long.

The zombie man jerked Claude and held a steel bar in his hand at the same time, his face was full of fear and despair, he looked at the weak fellow behind him, turned his head again, gritted his teeth fiercely, and handed Claude a wooden stick.

Subconsciously took the stick, Claude was also stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye he looked at the zombies who walked to him, they were all relatively strong and young guys, behind them, those weak zombies also grabbed all kinds of improvised weapons, and looked at the beast that appeared with horror and perseverance on their faces.

Roar! The griffon, which looked like a Griffon from a Warcraft game, roared, as if mocking and angry, and its huge wings flapped violently, and suddenly a powerful air current blew towards this direction.

"Oh oh oh!" The strong zombie beside Claude seemed to be the leader of the place, and he let out a rhythmic shout, and immediately all the zombies crouched down.

Claude wondered, and the next moment he understood why. The strong wind was not just as simple as the wind, there were several wind blades cutting through the place where it was enveloped, and the mountains and rocks were cracked everywhere it went, and it was as powerful as cutting gold and breaking jade.

He saw that the wind was blowing, and it was too late for him to crouch down, so he simply straightened his arms, trying to resist this attack, he thought that with this layer of individual armor on his body, it was enough to resist the attack of this wind blade.

Roar! A soft shout rang out from Claude's side, and his eyes widened at the sight. The strong zombie saw that he didn't crouch, and jumped at him in spite of the danger, as if to knock Claude down.

It was too late, and Claude knew very well that if he allowed this zombie to pounce, before he could hit the ground, the wind blade would already tear him apart.

Originally, he didn't want to care, but when he saw the resolute eyes of the strong zombie, he couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion.

He was originally just a passerby, thinking that he was a human being, and he had killed so many zombies, whenever he saw these zombies, his first reaction was not to communicate, but to kill them in exchange for soul points.

The reason why he didn't pick up the butcher's knife was that he was just curious about the changes in these zombies at first, but he didn't expect that he would be protected by them, and he was even involved in their battle.

Shaking his head, Claude laughed self-deprecatingly, and then with a move of his arm, the next moment a wave of soul power poured out, forming a huge energy shield in front of him, and with a pull of his arm, he blocked the zombie who rushed over and was ready to save him.

After a tooth-aching sound, Claude withdrew his shield, and beside him, the strong zombie looked at the incomprehensible scene in surprise, the monster's attack was blocked by this zombie, could he be a messenger of God?