"You bastard, what are you doing? You are blaspheming!" Looking at the cracked crystal pendant, Vermeer panicked and climbed down to suck this drop of blood!
But for some reason, Vermeer looked very frightened and hesitated to speak.
"what are you up to?"
Song Ziyu kicked the pendant away.
"Damn it!"
Vermeer threw himself at the pendant like a madman, sticking out his tongue.
Seeing this, Song Ziyu trampled the pendant to pieces.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Seeing this scene, Vermeer actually wanted to pounce on it and lick it!
Song Ziyu grabbed Vermeer and lifted the woman up.
"Calm down!" Song Ziyu reprimanded loudly: "Look at what you look like now. What are you? A beast?"
"It's you who should calm down!" Vermeer said: "The blood of the ancestors is extremely precious... You waste it like this. You are a blasphemy against power!"
Finished!
Vermeer wanted to break free and lick the drop of blood, but Song Ziyu couldn't help but pick him up and leave.
"I promise you! I'll help you send troops to take back the Holy Mountain, but this drop of blood is my thing! You can't steal my thing."
After saying that, Song Ziyu carried Vermeer and left.
At this time, everyone in the room left, and a zombie that had been with Vermeer for a long time appeared quietly in the room.
This zombie, which has not yet fully evolved, relied on its instinctive greed to smell the blood of its ancestors.
In front of the blood of the ancestor, this zombie instantly lost its mind, lay on the ground and started licking the soil together.
soon!
The dried blood of the ancestors fell into his stomach.
The satisfied zombie roared happily.
This is the endless feeling of satisfaction of power.
This seems to allow the low-level zombies in the lower stage to see the passage to the ascending world.
At this moment, the low-level zombies felt the realm of the strong, which was an endless road leading directly to the top of evolution.
However!
Just after this moment!
The bodies of low-level zombies were trembling uncontrollably!
Then, the body of the low-level zombie began to wither and rot at a speed visible to the naked eye... In the blink of an eye, this zombie turned into a puddle of mud!
…
Song Ziyu finally decided to send troops to "King Qin".
This is not a whim, but the result of Song Ziyu's careful consideration.
certainly!
Not everyone will understand Song Ziyu’s decision!
In fact, many people have raised objections.
In particular, the Dongming Chamber of Commerce, as the main investor, was very puzzled by Song Ziyu's decision.
But Song Ziyu had no intention of discussing with these people. He simply informed the Dongming Chamber of Commerce.
When doing things in this plane, Song Ziyu doesn't feel that he needs to seek anyone's opinion.
"Brother Song, why are you doing this? The entire southern peninsula covers millions of square kilometers. We can't develop it with our current strength. Why do you want to allocate your strength to help a group of zombies?" Zhou Shiyuan couldn't bear it. asked.
"I plan to go to the north and have a look, and sooner or later I will go out." Song Ziyu gave an ambiguous answer.
But this answer is not convincing.
"Have you decided?"
Seeing that he couldn't be convinced, Zhou Shiyuan could only ask about the schedule.
"Decided!"
Song Ziyu said.
"Then after you leave, who will be responsible here?"
Zhou Shiyuan asked again.
This is what Zhou Shiyuan is worried about, fearing that his own interests will be affected after Song Ziyu leaves.
Song Ziyu said: "Don't worry about this. Even after I leave, everything will still be the same here. You will develop according to the plan, and those who stay behind will fully cooperate with you."
"Can you make the decision?" Zhou Shiyuan asked.
Song Ziyu couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Are you kidding? Of course I can make the decision! Even if I am not here, my influence is unquestionable."
"That's good. When are you going to leave?" Zhou Shiyuan said, "I'll prepare some logistical supplies for you."
"The sooner the better, I will try to leave as early as possible and come back early." Song Ziyu said.
As a typical activist, Song Ziyu never does things in a sloppy manner.
In less than two days, Song Ziyu completed the assembly of the army.
Considering that he will be dealing with zombies this time when he goes north, Song Ziyu is more inclined to recruit zombies when it comes to army deployment and personnel selection.
Taking this aspect into consideration, Song Ziyu integrated the elites of the Bloodfury Clan and the lowered soldiers of Gangroro into an integrated formation, and then supplemented it with some soldiers of the Bloodfang Team... and simply put together a force of two thousand people.
With this elite team, Song Ziyu set off immediately.
Vermeer who accompanied the regiment was not satisfied with the number of troops.
"You have tens of thousands of soldiers under you. If human slaves are included in the general mobilization, it is not a problem to raise an army of 100,000, but why did you only send such a small army? You are not trying to deal with me, are you?" Vermeer asked.
Song Ziyu replied calmly: "I won't go there myself if I'm perfunctory with you!"
"Then why did you..."
Vermeer was still full of doubts.
Song Ziyu didn't bother to pay attention to this guy and just rode on the undead horse for a stroll.
Does this little idiot think that fighting with more people is enough?
Really a joke.
There are so many ways to do this!
Can it be solved simply by adding a bunch of people?
…
According to Song Ziyu's calculations, Silver Dragon City is more than two thousand kilometers away from Mount Saint Cristo!
certainly!
This is still a straight line distance.
If we marched 200 miles every day to reach our destination, it would only be a month later.
And it’s still a straight line!
Considering the complicated road conditions in the primeval forest, Song Ziyu didn't think he could reach the holy mountain in a month.
Therefore, Song Ziyu simply stopped rushing and just took a leisurely stroll on the road, treating it as a safari.
This made Vermeer very anxious.
But it’s useless for Vermeer to be anxious. If the emperor is not anxious and the eunuch is anxious, is it useful?
As the journey north progressed, Song Ziyu encountered several armies that were recruited to go north.
These armies were commanded by lords large and small and headed north.
The two sides met in the jungle and had the same purpose, so they joined forces and continued to move towards the north.
In this way, as time goes by, the team heading north becomes larger and larger.
Song Ziyu hung at the end of the pair with his followers, trying his best not to show too much specialness.
But as the saying goes, gold cannot be hidden anywhere.
Although Song Ziyu's team is not large, there are two beautiful beauties in the formation, one is the newly promoted countess Linde, and the other is the saint Vermeer.
With these two beauties in the group, it would be difficult for Song Ziyu to be the target of public criticism.
Some people died, but not completely...
