Global Scourge

Chapter 123 Zombie Virus
In the newly established meeting hall of the werewolf plane.

Zhu Zichen sat on the throne.

Sitting on his left is Wang Jiamin, and on his right are two brothers, Coyote and Haosao.

Below are Kenya and the three Liches, who are reporting their research results.

A new type of zombie plague virus.

In this werewolf war, the reason why Kenya did not participate in the battle for the first time was because they were researching new types of zombie viruses and increasing virus production.

After all, wait for the one-month incubation period before the outbreak, and the war may have been over.

And on such a large werewolf plane, if there is only a little bit of virus, it won't be able to infect many enemies.

Therefore, both quality and output must be grasped.

After a while, Kenya held the green glass bottle in his hand and said respectfully: "Great undead monarch, this new zombie virus can kill a first-level host within a week and turn into a zombie." .”

"However, the stronger the host is, the smaller the effect, and may even have no effect."

"The combat effectiveness after becoming a zombie is only about half of the host's life."

Zhu Zichen nodded upon hearing this.

"Well, good, how many doses do you have?"

"Because of the rush of time, the current dose can probably infect about [-] lives."

After thinking for a while, Zhu Zichen said, "Just go and poison the werewolf main city, and don't worry about other castles and villages."

After saying that, he waved his hand and asked them to prepare a plan.

After Kenya and the three liches left, I walked up so coquettishly, looking at the Frostmourne in Zhu Zichen's hand with glowing eyes.

"Boss, what kind of weapon is yours? It's so powerful."

Hello Sao also came forward with his brother, and said with a look of amazement: "Yeah, that Wolff, he was beaten away by the boss in one fell swoop, and the boss's appearance is too handsome."

Indeed, with pale hair, blue soul fire, and cold air all over his body.

When they saw it for the first time, it gave them a strong sense of shock.

And these words, they have said countless times before.

But every time I see it, I can't help but say it again.

Because it is so handsome.

Zhu Zichen shook his head, did not take up the topic, but talked about the war arrangements.

"A total of 21 werewolf castles, you two brothers each deal with two, no problem."

When the two Haosao brothers heard the words, they immediately put away their hippie smiles and nodded solemnly.

"Roger that!"

Zhu Zichen turned to look at the coyote and asked, "Do you want to build a castle too?"

Flying Snake Typhon needs to detect the enemy's movement at any time, so his freedom is still very high.

After thinking about it, the coyote said, "Let's hit one."

Even if you are Zhu Zichen's subordinate, if you want resources, you still need to rely on your achievements and contributions.

If he wants to achieve greater development, he still needs to work hard.

Zhu Zichen nodded when he heard the words, stood up, walked to the sand table, and began to examine the sand table carefully.

After a long time, he pointed to the sand table and said, "These five castles are yours to fight. Wang Jiamin will fight these two, cut off the connection between the main city and the surrounding castles, and then slowly clean up the surrounding castles."

"And I besieged the enemy's main city to ensure that Wolfe would not attack you."

They are still first-level gods, and they are basically killed in seconds when they encounter demigods.

So Zhu Zichen had to keep an eye on Wolfe.

The two Haosao brothers and the coyote nodded after hearing the words, and left the meeting hall to arrange the war affairs.

Wang Jiamin came over at this time, hugged Zhu Zichen from behind, and said worriedly: "Don't you want me to be with you? In case Wolff intends to die and fight you desperately, it would be better if I help you."

Since Wang Jiamin moved in to live with Zhu Zichen, the relationship between the two began to rise rapidly.

But even so, the distribution of the benefits of the spoils between the two is still very clear, and no one will take more.

It's just that for some small things, it doesn't matter what you do easily.

Zhu Zichen shook his head when he heard the words, and said disdainfully: "No, just it, the fish will die, but the net can't be broken."

Wang Jiamin felt a chill in his arms, let go of his arms, but still said uneasy: "Anyway, it has been a demigod for so many years, and it must have some cards in it. Don't fight it recklessly, just consume it slowly. .”

Hearing this, Zhu Zichen put away the frost all over her body, turned around and hugged Wang Jiamin, and said, "Don't worry, by the way, haven't you found the memory of the Undead Land or Alsace from Elune's memory?"

When Wang Jiamin moved here, Zhu Zichen asked her if she had any memories of the Undead Continent and Alsace.

But unfortunately, there is not much news in her memory, not even as good as the Book of the Dead.

Wang Jia was sensitive to the warmth of her embrace, and said with a happy face: "No, but there is one thing, I don't know if it counts."

"whats the matter?"

"In memory, the place where Arthas went to find Frostmourne was not on the plane of this world, but a broken glacier world."

"Not this world?"

"Well, it seems the titan gods and guardians call that world the world of Entargri, a world that has been destroyed."

"Who is the guardian?"

He knew that the Titans were the masters of the Gods Continent, but he had never heard of this guardian.

"I don't know who the guardian is. In my memory, it's called the guardian. It doesn't even have appearance or strength." Wang Jiamin looked helpless.

Her memory was incomplete and intermittent, which left her speechless.

After the two continued to chat for a while, they began to arrange the progress of the war.

...

a week later.

In the main city of the werewolves, there is a magnificent temple.

This is the god of war, the temple of Wolfe.

At this moment, Wolf gently stroked the scroll in his hand, as if he was touching the most beloved female werewolf.

After a while, it carefully put the scroll back into its bosom, and began to think about countermeasures in an agitated mood.

Now the outside of the city has been surrounded by an army of more than 40 undead, so it's no wonder it can feel comfortable.

It thought about asking someone for help, but it has been cheated and abducted for so many years, and it is already good if others don't make trouble.

Don't expect help.

It also thought about surrendering, but the enemy never gave it this chance.

Let it disarm and go to the enemy's camp alone.

It's not stupid. If it goes alone, there will be no chance of death.

Only this scroll became its life-saving straw.

Thinking of this, it touched the scroll in its arms again.

"The great God of War, there is an urgent report!"

At this time, a priest walked over anxiously.

Wolfe looked up at the person who came, sighed, and said, "Alas... what bad news can there be, the external communication has been cut off, is there anything worse?"

Originally, it could rely on the stealth ability of some third-level werewolf assassins to keep in touch with the castle outside, and then dispatch troops to arrange wars.

But as the castles fell one by one, this connection was broken.

"My God, a plague has recently spread in the city, many people have died, and..."

Having said that, the clergyman couldn't continue speaking as if recalling some frightening picture.

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