Dressed in a black cloak and wearing a hood, Eren set out from Moonlight Town and headed for the temple to the west like a nocturnal swordsman.

He didn't know that there was a temple in the west that had been sealed for many years, and as a zombie, his mind was not spinning fast, and if it wasn't for John's order, he wouldn't have gone west to spy on the military.

For him, the word human was a long time ago, he didn't have a memory of when he was a man, everything was what John said, he did.

As John's most important friend, Alan was very righteous and said that he would come, and he came with his bare hands.

Luckily John is a zombie with a brain, and he prepared clothes to block the sun, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of this, although zombies don't die immediately in the sun, but as a dead corpse, sunlight is not a friendly natural resource after all.

Under the dawn sun, Alan subconsciously wrinkled his nose, in fact, he couldn't smell his body, but he always felt that the body odor on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

"There are only more than fifty people in our guild now, and most of the levels are around level ten, so it's okay to pull one over to challenge, but it's a little more difficult to defeat." Zhong Tao also watched the live broadcast of the little fat man Wang Ning, as the largest humanoid self-propelled hanging in Xue Yiming's gang, Zhong Tao's suggestion is very pertinent, "If we unite with several other guilds, it is still possible for us to take advantage of the night to disturb the zombies on the periphery." ”

"The little fat man is already level eighteen, once he attracts a large number of zombies, he can't run away." Xue Yiming was also a little hesitant, his equipment is very valuable, and other games will not drop equipment when they die, and if this game dies, he will pick up a corpse, and the equipment must be returned to the place to pick it up.

If he dies and no one helps him run with his equipment, then this superb body will be damaged by zombies.

"Oh no, no, no!" One player panted and said, "I see the Grim Reaper coming." ”

Not only did he see it, but many low-level players who had seen Alan on the road were running back.

You can see that Eren has a long blood bar on his head, and low-level players will definitely not step forward to join in the fun, and high-level players are also confused.

Not only this guild, but several guild people walked out of the hall, looking at Alan who was coming towards the morning glow, gasping for air.

The picture is like making a movie, there is a feeling of death coming to collect people, and several anchors even risked their lives to get close to Allen.

A little girl looked around curiously in the crowd, she regretted that she chose her physical signs when she entered the game, so that she was always "a head" shorter than others, and she couldn't see the outside at all.

"Who? What are you here for? Growling stopped in the middle of the road, "Are we finally going to start a zombie quest?" ”

"Zombie copy, what's that?" Alan tilted his head, "You are, humans?" ”

"We are brave, who are you?" As if realizing that Eren wasn't scary, the players gathered around Eren and watched.

Alan didn't expect that these people were not afraid of death.

Human beings should be afraid of death, as a zombie he has also killed humans, and those humans are all kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, crying and crying.

But there are no humans here, are they brave? What an interesting creature.

"My name is Alan." Alan replied lightly, "I'm here to spy on the military." ”

"This man is brain-dead, right?" The players whispered.

"In terms of the degree of brain damage, it depends on Gesia, I saw her playing with mud last time......"

"Let the goddess know that you will be banned for three days, and lower your explosion rate."

Brother Roar's face twitched, and he didn't know how to respond, so he stepped forward and poked Alan directly in front of him, "Spying on the military intelligence?" Are you planning to attack the Goddess's territory? ”

"What is a goddess?" Alan squinted his eyes, trying to see the person who poked him clearly, and then remembered that his eyeballs had long since fallen to where they had fallen.

"Okay, so you're a zombie in that town to the east?" Tuo Pier inserted his waist, "Zombies must have the consciousness of zombies, why do you have to COS Grim Reaper?" It's just stealing my patents and stealing my copyrights......"

"What is a patent and what is copyright?" Allen's brain couldn't hold so much information, and his reaction became more and more sluggish.

"Anyway, the two countries will not fight each other, so let's take him to eat first." I don't know who said it so hospitablely, everyone actually thinks it makes sense.

As a zombie, Alan didn't even know how he sat at the dinner table.

"The brave are entertaining zombies, and you're having a hangover!" The first thing Fig did after going online was to fish the drunken Gesia out of the sarcophagus, "What's going on in Moonlight Town to the east?" Zombies still have intelligence? ”

It's terrible if zombies are intelligent.

Dwarves can be friends, but zombies can't, after all, zombies are a blood-drinking clan, and if the other party is intelligent, players are likely to notice anomalies.

Even if all the anomalies can be explained by the game, if the player is asked to kill intelligent zombies, there will be a psychological shadow.

In the next step, Feige plans to introduce a large number of players, and now the daily active IDs of the forum are about 300,000, and Feige will recruit at least 20,000 players to clean up the monsters on the Sigma Peninsula.

"How can zombies have wisdom, unless ......" Gesia woke up, but his head was a little heavy, "Some zombies have mana before they die, so there is a possibility that they will have wisdom." ”

"In other words, that zombie in his thirties is really powerful?" Feige immediately cast a screen to Gescia, "If it weren't for this group of players feeding with Jumping Bunny, this guy might have killed all sides." ”

Gesia immediately became solemn, and on the screen, Allen, a zombie in his thirties, was enjoying a bloody jumping rabbit.

This guy is more than twenty levels higher than the surrounding players, and is obviously the king of zombies, if he makes a move, dozens of players around him may directly lie down on the corpse.

After lying on the corpse, because of the demonic energy on the zombie's hand, these corpses cannot be recovered, and if the player is resurrected, a lot of divine power will be wasted to reforge the body, and those attribute points will also be wasted, and Gesia's divine power will not be able to hold it.

Even if he was mentally prepared, Feige still pinched his eyebrows, "What do we do next, if the players and Alan make friends, what will happen to those zombies?" ”

"I can purify zombies, but the zombies are completely dead." Gesia was a little embarrassed, "I don't know if such zombies agree, anyway, those zombies who have no intelligence make no difference between living and dead." ”

Purify zombies?

Alan looked at the screen with a smile, as if he had thought of something.