() "Let the brave caveman warriors destroy these enemies!" Seeing the appearance of food-delivery zombies, the cavemen's character of bullying and fearing the strong broke out. They held spears and guns, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the limp zombies in a noisy manner.

Master Shan's face was pale, and he wiped away the hot sweat on his face with his big hands, as if to wipe away the fear in his heart. After a moment of pondering, he walked towards Broken Leg and reminded: "Brother Broken Leg, it's best to remind the coalition forces to be careful.

There’s no way these weird-looking zombies are here to play with us.”

Broken Leg's eyes narrowed, a few flashes of light flashed through his eyes, he nodded in agreement, turned his head towards Master Shan, twitched his lips, and smiled.

Compared with the current broken leg, Mr. Shan misses the sloppy broken leg even more, who often stuffed juicy cockroaches into his mouth.

After waiting for a while, Broken Leg came back with a livid face. Master Shan wisely did not ask about the result, but reminded everyone to be careful.

The zombies are not strong, but the terrifying infection is terrifying.

There were a lot of zombies, and when the caveman was enjoying the food, the ceiling suddenly opened, and a lot of things fell down like dumplings.

Everyone was caught off guard and their attention was focused on the front line. The enemy seized the opportunity and made a wonderful airdrop.

"Damn it, why are your nails so long!" A drow warrior's arm was scratched. He swung his scimitar angrily and chopped open the zombie in front of him.

"I told you to bite me!" A gray dwarf used both hands to tear a zombie into two pieces. His intestines flew into the sky and scattered all over his face.

Although it caused some confusion, the zombies that fell from the sky were quickly killed.

Shan Ye was tensed up and reacted the fastest. He huddled under a resistance soldier and avoided the danger of contact with zombies.

Mr. Shan would rather be overly nervous than be contaminated by a bit of zombie bodily fluids. Many resistance soldiers wiped the stinky bodily fluids off their faces without caring.

The machete danced, the sword was shining brightly, and the full-level machete proficiency gave Shan Ye flexible and tricky attack skills. He quickly harvested the zombies' lives, and Shan Ye's expression slowly sank.

"Ding! Kill a zombie and gain 2 experience points!"

"Ding! Kill a zombie and gain 3 experience points!"...

Almost nothing exploded, but the system prompted the word "zombie", which made Shan Ye feel chilly in his heart.

He just saw many drow and gray dwarves being scratched by zombies. If the zombies transform later...

Thinking of this, Master Shan narrowed his eyes and wanted to stay away from these infected people now.

Broken Leg noticed Shan Ye's strange behavior and frowned: "Why are you so afraid?"

In the eyes of the rebels, although Shanye is young, he has superb scimitar skills and is by no means an ordinary person. How can he still be afraid of zombies with no attack power?

Master Shan didn't want others to notice that he was strange, so he put away the worry and anxiety on his face and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just not used to this strange smell!"

Broken Leg raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "Be careful, you should protect Dak!"

Master Shan's mouth was bitter, and he looked at the rebels who had gathered around him with concerned expressions. The smile on his face was as if he had swallowed bitter coptis.

Many rebels were carelessly scratched by zombies just now, so they gathered Shan Ye in the middle. Wouldn't this cut off people's livelihood?

To cheer up, Mr. Shan could only pray that the caveman who came into contact with the zombies first would get angry quickly, so that he could stay away from these unlucky ones who were scratched.

Emel's slender eyebrows were tightly knitted into the character "Chuan", and her beautiful eyes were filled with anxiety: "Something's wrong, why do such zombies with no attack power appear?"

Gray dwarves and lizardmen are not races that are good at thinking, so they can only shrug and kill zombies for fun.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He rubbed his eyebrows with his slender fingers and secretly made a decision: "Shrink the formation immediately to avoid being killed by zombies..."

"Ah!! What are you doing? Why are you biting!!" A shrill cry came from the caveman, interrupting Emer's order.

Then, like a chain reaction, a large number of cavemen who were scratched or bitten rushed towards their companions with gray faces, opened their mouths and bit them. No matter how the other party called their names, or even relatives, they could not stop these people's crazy behavior

.

The front line was in chaos, with a large number of zombies swaying through the cavemen's resistance and rushing towards everyone.

The gray dwarf had a bad temper. He waved his short-handled steel hammer and said loudly: "What's going on? Are those egg-shrinking bastards crazy? Why are they biting one of their own?" The loud voice was heard by everyone.

There was buzzing discussion.

Emer looked intently, and his voice sounded a little low: "I have lost my mind. It's like being cursed by chaos. I can't tell the difference between ourselves and the enemy."

The lizard man comforted the restless Ground Beetle, and there was a hint of indifference in his high-pitched voice: "If you die, you will die. If they dare to come over, I won't be polite."

Of course, Emel would not sit back and wait for death. There is no good in the underground world. However, this weird phenomenon made Emel feel that he seemed to have missed something.

"Heh~! Heh~!" A short, convulsive gasp suddenly sounded not far away. Emel looked along the source of the sound and suddenly lost her voice: "Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

A drow with a gray face, an open mouth, and foul-smelling saliva looked at the ground with dull eyes and made a disgusting sound.

Emel's face looked as if it had been painted with plaster, and it was ugly and tight, but as a commander, she was qualified.

"Isolate that drow immediately. Check to see if there are any injuries. Those with injuries should stand alone. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

Emel had a cold face and a low voice, with an undisguised murderous intent in his tone.

After a burst of commotion, at least half of the coalition forces stood aside. As for those who were injured and did not come forward, Emel really did not have time to investigate in detail, so he could only do this for the time being.

Aimeier's decisive approach of separating everyone immediately made Shan Ye's eyes light up. People from other worlds just simply said that if they were on Earth, what kind of human rights and what kind of laws could make those injured people chatter for a long time and delay them?

The best time to separate.

Emel felt that this was not enough, and continued to order: "The injured person should immediately replace the caveman and kill all the zombies. If there are any diseased companions, execute them on the spot!" The voice was cold, and Emel's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on

On those who were not injured.

"Check each other, if you find any injuries, don't report them, and kill them without mercy. Come out now, and I can let you participate in the battle." Aimeier was very powerful, and his beautiful ice eyes passed by, and more than a dozen people were dejected.

The coalition forces came out, most of them were lizardmen.

The lizardman leader's face was a little ugly, but he did not stop Emel's order. He dealt with death all day long. The people in the underground world had a special sense of danger.
Chapter completed!