"What's going on?!" When Karl heard the news reported by his men just now, he was so angry that he almost threw the red wine glass in his hand.
"You... you... the team of 200 low-level zombies you sent out has... um... been wiped out, and failed to... fail to take down Ross Town."
This subordinate is also an advanced infected creature, but its abilities are inferior to those with special skills like the controller, and its level is relatively low.
At this time, the subordinate was trembling and speech became awkward.
You know, it is a trivial matter for Mr. Karl to lose his temper and take his own life. If not, it may be easier to live than die.
Karl drank the red wine in his hand, took a deep breath, and calmed down his emotions.
"Humph, it's just a Ross town. It's just a matter of course to take it. If you can't take it, if you can't take it again, come to me with your own head!"
Karl looked down at the subordinate kneeling in front of him with contempt in his eyes.
"Ives, I'll give you another team of 300 low-level zombies. If you can't handle it, don't come back." Karl squinted his eyes, exuding a dangerous smell.
"Yes, Lord Karl, Ivis will definitely be able to complete the mission given by you this time!"
Ives made a fist with his right hand and put it on his chest, giving a salute.
After Ivis withdrew, a strong man walked out of the shadows of the room.
"Karl, remember to keep your actions secret. Don't let her notice our intentions."
The muscles on Lermontov's chest became more and more prominent, which made Karl couldn't help but take a second look.
"Don't worry Lermontov, in terms of strategy, I, Karl, have never lost to anyone."
Karl's tone was very confident, and he raised the empty red wine glass back slightly.
The servant behind Karl who was tending Karl's wounds hurriedly gently raised the red wine bottle in his hand and carefully poured half a glass of red wine for Karl.
"It's best this way. If something goes wrong, I won't help you." Lermontov had a low voice and expressed doubts about Karl.
"Lermontov, don't worry. I believe we will succeed. I look forward to the day when you are stronger than her."
Karl raised the red wine glass in his hand and motioned to Lermontov.
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After Ives retreated, he was in a dilemma.
As an R-type infected creature of the same type as Lermontov, although its level is not as high as Lermontov's, there is no doubt about Ivis's combat ability even at level 1, far beyond what those low-level zombies can compare to.
But the last time he looked at the human from a distance, he flinched.
In the end, he watched helplessly as all the low-level zombies were slaughtered, and he didn't even try to exert any effort.
Because he knew that if he went up there, he would die.
what to do.
Mr. Karl cannot afford to offend him.
But as an intelligent advanced infected creature, Ivis is not stupid enough to do the impossible.
However, high-level infected creatures have a strong sense of territory and are very loyal, so they cannot rashly join other masters.
If it is not done properly, it may be killed by the owners of other territories as a sign of goodwill to Lord Karl.
The anxious Ives was like a grasshopper on a hot pot.
Sweat seemed to break out on his cold forehead.
To go to Ross Town is to die.
But if he doesn’t go to Ross Town, he will die.
wrong.
Just watch from a distance like last time. Although the mission may still fail, if you emphasize the power of that person to Lord Karl, Lord Karl will not blame you.
Having figured it out, Ives felt suddenly enlightened.
Go, one word, do it!
High-level infected creatures have natural racial suppression on low-level infected creatures. Although Ivis cannot control thousands of low-level infected creatures at once like the controller Karl, he can barely control two to three hundred at once.
It's just that these low-level guys with no IQ at all may lose a few halfway through.
So Ivis led three hundred low-level infected creatures and once again set off from Binta Star City to Ross Town.
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Today is already Fang Cheng’s seventh day in the wasteland world.
In the morning, Fang Cheng made two portions of steamed potatoes in a pot.
The pheasant was very enthusiastic and laid two pheasant eggs for Fang Cheng and Alice.
Fang Cheng made a delicious pot of egg soup using mountain eggs.
Although there is no chopped green onion and coriander for decoration, it is still delicious enough.
Erica had never eaten such food before. She filled her stomach early in the morning and sat on the sofa, feeling so full that she didn't want to move.
"Erica, would you like to go to Ross Town with me today to take a look."
Yesterday, I asked Mrs. Jessica to make a rabbit fur coat for Erica. Although I simply drew the approximate size, after thinking about it carefully, I asked Jessica to measure Erica herself so that it would fit. Some.
"What are you doing there? Is there any delicious food?" Erica slumped on the sofa and put her little hands on her round belly.
"The potatoes and tomatoes we brought back yesterday were exchanged in Ross Town. Today we can go see if they have any other delicious ones."
Fang Cheng said to Erica while washing the pots and pans.
"Other delicious food? Well...that's what I have to go to." Erica pouted.
Sure enough, it is definitely easy to eat.
Erica can eat so much without getting fat. Could it be that she has a talent for infecting living creatures?
Fang Cheng shook his head, trying not to think about these things.
Although today is the seventh day in the wasteland world, because the rankings and other information were only released in the early morning of the fourth day, there are still three days until the rankings are updated.
However, there is no pattern in the occurrence of events now, and we don’t know the specific frequency.
In other words, events can come at any time.
This is a very uncomfortable uncontrollable factor.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Fang Cheng opened the panel and clicked on the event interface.
"Events completed: 2
Contribution to completing the event: 200"
"Experiencing events: None
Event progress: None"
[There is still time until the next incident occurs: 2 days, 5 hours and 27 minutes. ]
"??"
"Oh?"
The black text reminder actually told the time when the next event would occur.
Ever since the "turbulent wave of infected organisms" incident came back, Fang Cheng had been thinking about this problem. He didn't expect that the mountain that had been weighing on him could be easily solved by black characters like this.
If I had known it had such a prompt, why would I have been thinking about this issue for two days.
The food no longer tastes good.
Fang Cheng turned off the panel angrily.
The next incident will happen in 2 days, so at least I can feel at ease during these 2 days.
With this reminder, I finally don’t have to worry about when the incident will happen all the time.
And you can also be fully prepared before the next event comes.
For example, waiting for the event to be transmitted in the shelter.
