Zombie King

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When the small town of Cang'e appeared before the eyes of the goblin wizard, I felt indescribably confused and flustered. It was the first time in my life that I saw a town inhabited by humans. I didn't know whether it was joy or sadness?

And Zhang Jinguang, seeing such a beautiful town, was excited and nervous, like a child who has never been in the world, suddenly saw a colorful big city, and was at a loss.

For a moment, he seemed how humble and insignificant he was.

Judging from his state of mind at this moment, Zhang Jinguang has forgotten many memories of his previous life, especially those life fragments about the city. Experience this world-like, novelty!

Is this the sequelae left by him traveling through the millennium jungle, or the reason why he has lived in the millennium jungle for a long time?But these problems are no longer important. The key is that he has walked out of the jungle of inhuman life and came to the dreamed human world.

He saw the appearance of those houses in the town, just like seeing a long-lost relative.Although this is a brand-new human world, a strange western continent that has never been experienced before, it is much better to see the place where humans live than to live in the thousand-year-old jungle full of beasts and monsters.

In fact, it is not the case, often the human world is much bloodier and more brutal than the seemingly bloody and brutal world of beasts and monsters.When Zhang Jinguang understands, time cannot be turned back, but he has no choice but to go with the flow.

"I see, Great God! I should stop here, I will send you here!" Seeing the fear in the eyes of the goblin wizard in the town, Zhang Jinguang was very surprised.He never expected that the wizard would stop there, and he didn't react for a while, and stared at him in a daze.

"Oh, oh...don't get me wrong, actually...you can tell that I am not from the same ethnic group as you at all. For goblins, the thousand-year-old jungle is our real home!" Filled with sincerity, I hope that Zhang Jinguang can understand every word he said, and I don't want my benefactor to misunderstand him.

"This...cough...you make a lot of sense. I think that when I first came to live in the Wangge tribe, I encountered the same problem as you. However, after more than half a year, don't you think... ...Actually, am I living a good life too?" Zhang Jinguang said this, his gaze never leaving the wizard's eyes, and seeing that he didn't intend to refute, he continued to encourage:

"Oh, and what's the name of that one... that... oh, I remembered, that Gala hero, that great hero that the goblins admire, didn't you tell me about it? He What a shrewd tradesman, a goblin who bravely went to Monticla! And you have come..."

"But, God! Listen to me, the town in front of you is not Monticla!" The goblin wizard interrupted Zhang Jinguang, still making powerless sophistry in a low voice.

"That's right, we've seen the town, we've climbed over the most difficult snow-capped mountains and jungles, don't you just want to give up like this? Give up the hard-won victory? What's more, you forgot how you crossed the mountain range in front of you? Without me, would you be able to cross this mountain range again? Can you return to the thousand-year-old jungle?" Every sentence Zhang Jinguang said was true, and every rhetorical question made him in a dilemma, and he had no way out.

In the end, the goblin wizard could only follow Zhang Jinguang down the mountain with fear and anxiety, and approached the small town of Cang'e step by step.

As for Cang'e Town, this season was originally relatively deserted, but in the past few days, many guests from far away suddenly poured in from all directions, as if they came to welcome Zhang Jinguang and the Goblin wizard, and it was even more lively than summer In other seasons, there are several times more guests.As a result, the aborigines in the small town suddenly seemed a little flustered. Some talkative and idle people gathered furtively, lowered their tiniest voices, and discussed these strange people nervously.

"Hey, look, there are so many people here all of a sudden, and it's not the hunting season yet. Could something be wrong?"

"You still don't know? They are here to compete for rare treasures!"

"A rare treasure?" Another aborigine covered his mouth and laughed "cheating", mockingly, "Isn't it just a few furs of monsters! As for it?"

"Hey! You ignorant guys, this is a battle of fate!" Another aborigine threatened them in a low voice, "Be careful with your heads!"

"Battle of fate?" the aborigines present couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Ahem... Keep your voice down. I heard it too. Don't spread the word. Don't you know that the Hertz family has captured many towns in our Gobandi country?" The Hertz family is a very A prominent family, also the royal family of the Remus Empire.

"Oh, that's right! That damned Remus Empire did indeed have a fanatic of the Hertz family, fighting everywhere!"

"I've heard of it too, it seems that this fanatic, what's his name..."

"Ling Zixi! Ling Zixi Hertz!"

"Could it be that he came to our town?" As soon as these words came out, everyone retracted their heads in fright, as if they were afraid of being cut on their own heads.

"What's the matter? This battle of fate..." The original guy looked around mysteriously and continued to explain to them when he saw that the guests in the distance didn't pay attention to their whispering.

After listening to their companions' explanation, these aborigines did not let go of it, and all of them looked more solemn, as if a major event related to the fate of the country was about to be staged in this border town.

However, the local businessmen in the small town, seeing so many guests from afar, showed unique excitement and wit on their faces, hoping to make a lot of money this time and have a happy and bumper harvest year.

In Cang'e Town, there is only one inconspicuous street, which is all paved with neat stone slabs.Moss did not appear on the bluestone streets due to the age, but smooth and translucent, which is enough to prove the prosperity of this border town.

The remaining snow had already been swept to both sides of the street, and the melted snow made the bluestone slabs even more black and shiny.The soft sun did not evaporate the wet snow on the bluestone slab, but made it more eye-catching, like a rapidly black gem, shining with strange brilliance.

The carriage does not use bells at all, and people can hear guests from afar from the sound of horseshoes touching the stone slabs.Some shrewd local businessmen can distinguish the identity of the owner of the carriage from the sound of horses' hooves, and have already prepared different levels of reception based on this.

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