"The kingdom is lost. The kingdom is lost!"
A birdman flew quickly towards the west gate, which was the area guarded by the orcs. Seeing that the orcs had the upper hand, the birdman wondered what went wrong.
"What?!"
The werewolf chief raised his head and pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds in the city.
"It's bad! Tiger, quickly send some people to the city for support. If not, send the second team now!"
Damn, who let the zombies in there? The werewolf chief cursed inwardly.
Are they the goblins? Or are they the dwarves?
The orcs use body shape as an important criterion for judging strength, and those dwarves have always left a bad impression in their eyes.
But there is no point in complaining now. The most important thing right now is to control the situation in the city.
"Close the door! Close the door!"
The birdman just now was shouting in the city that if the undead were not cleared out in time, going out would only make the situation in the city more and more dangerous.
But Orovia was too big and now in chaos, so his own reminders alone would not have much effect.
It is normal for citizens who have never conducted emergency drills to lose their composure when faced with such an emergency, and to panic, push, trample, and be at a loss.
The general has arrived at the basement. He didn't expect that the undead would appear in the kingdom so soon.
He drove all his wives and concubines outside. The preparations were already hasty, and if other people entered the basement, it would only speed up the consumption of food.
He was not sure how long this disaster would last. He could find another woman if he lost her, but his life was gone for real.
Normally, the basement is his place of pleasure. He has a lot of fun but is afraid that his shouting will be heard by passers-by, so the basement has good sound insulation.
If you don’t want to be disturbed by others, you can lock the door from the inside.
Now, he didn't expect that it could help him avoid this disaster. The general paced in the basement.
“Dangdangdang—Sir, let us go in too!”
The general's wife shouted anxiously at the entrance of the basement. She didn't expect her husband to be so cruel.
"Get out of here! Don't expose my position!"
After getting the answer, the general's wife's eyes turned cold, and she looked at the concubines beside her with tears in their eyes.
"Since he doesn't want us to live, why don't we let him die here too?"
Several concubines looked at each other, and then, remembering how the general usually treated them, they nodded.
The entrance to the basement is blocked by heavy objects. If you don't want to reveal your location, you'd better never reveal it.
Several women were looking for ways to survive. More and more zombies began to appear nearby, and Olovia had become a purgatory.
The population here is very dense. Although Olovia has been expanding, the various races are also constantly multiplying, and many races have strong reproductive capabilities.
The orcs took on the main force of clearing the zombies in the city. Even though they had not been trained, they were naturally strong in combat.
They had no time to think about the night shift changes, and all their fighting forces were mobilized. If they could no longer control the spread of zombies, the only pure land in this world would disappear.
The goblins were powerless, as many of their thermal weapons were very lethal. They pointed their weapons outside the city. If they were directed at the zombies inside the city, even if they aimed well, the city would become ruins.
They could only send a small number of tribesmen to protect their backs with less powerful weapons.
But fortunately, the zombies were not very interested in them, and instead moved towards the east gate.
Although it is a bit strange, the goblins can only pray for the elves. They don't have the energy to care about other races.
Their current combat power depends entirely on ammunition. If the ammunition is exhausted, the goblins will lose their combat power.
Seeing the endless stream of undead approaching here, the elven chieftain felt anxious.
A large number of human soldiers have died here. Although the elves can fly and there are no casualties, their physical strength is not good.
Flying itself consumes a lot of their physical strength, not to mention the continuous use of magic to attack.
She flew high up and observed the movements of the city's undead. Why were they all heading towards the east gate?
The legend kept lingering in her mind, playing quickly over and over again. She had also curiously asked the elders of the tribe why the gods sacrificed themselves.
"God is so powerful, why don't you kill all the undead? Wouldn't it be better to kill them all? Why sacrifice yourself?"
She had asked questions when she was a child, but the elders looked a little solemn. They just told her to be grateful for the gods' efforts, because without them there would be no prosperous Olovia.
Now seeing the situation in front of her, she seemed to understand something: the undead could not be killed altogether.
They spread through the city like a plague, and there was no end in sight for the undead outside the kingdom.
As soon as they killed one wave, another one appeared in sight. They had no fear of death and no physical limitations, they walked towards them calmly until they became part of the undead horde.
The elf chief flew to Lin Lulu's side.
"God, please follow me!"
Although Lin Lulu felt a little strange, she still followed the elf leader.
The elven chieftain had been watching the movements of the undead, her eyes widening with hesitation.
"Where are we going?"
Hearing Lin Lulu's question, the elf chief stopped.
"My Lord God, I finally understand why the gods sacrifice themselves."
She didn't look directly into Lin Lulu's eyes, but looked down at her feet with some sadness. The undead had turned around and were walking towards them.
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