National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

Yilan suddenly thought of this, turned to look at her and asked.

"I never asked, what's the matter?"

"Is that so? It's nothing. I'm just a little curious. After all, aren't we going to meet him this trip?"

Seeing that Elizabeth was suspicious, Yilan immediately turned her head and continued to look at the scenery outside the window, pretending to ask a question indifferently.

"Although I haven't seen him in person, I can still learn about the Holy Team through other channels."

As Yili Shabai spoke, Yilan looked sideways again, and she continued: "Just like the rumors, Lin Qingfeng, the leader of the sacred team, was originally..."

Because of Lin Qingfeng's high status, he attracted the attention of almost all Celestial players from the very beginning.

All the regiments have collected and researched the history of his fortune, trying to find out the secrets of the general character of the protagonist of the novel.

But the secret was not found, and the top leaders of the regiments were shocked.

Judging from the information I have learned, this newly promoted regiment leader, who started from scratch and quickly built a regiment, can't find a detailed birth history at all!

He seems to have stepped out of the fog of history, whether it is a perfect image, powerful strength, or witty strategy, everything is mysterious.

Now people in the Celestial Dynasty only know that this miraculously rising leader was originally just a little baron in a small corner of the Thunder team.

The story of Lin Qingfeng's fortune was narrated by Elizabeth, and a vivid picture scroll unfolded in Yu Lan's mind, and he couldn't help but listen to it fascinated.

"My God! Is that so? I thought..."

After listening, she immediately exclaimed, as if she had discovered something far beyond expectations.

But she stopped in the middle of the sentence, blinked, and said weakly: "Now I have some expectations for this journey."

Yi Lishabai looked at her in a daze, not quite understanding why she was acting weird today...

The convoy moved forward on the plain, connecting from the other side of the mountain to the other side of the woods, like a black line separating the two worlds on the canvas.

A heavily armed knight followed every few meters to the left and right, maintaining the progress of the team.

At the front of the convoy, on a large carriage, several big shots were chatting.

"The land of ruins! I haven't been there for more than ten years..." A scruffy man with a red beard took a sip of his wine and said boldly.

On the opposite side, Changge was still wearing a gray-white robe, but he took off his hat and put it aside, with a more relaxed expression: "I am the opposite of you, and I have not been in the ruins for a long time in the past few years. No, it is called the Holy Team now."

On the other side, an old woman dressed plainly and with a flat smile on her face picked up a cup of tea and took a sip: "Sacred team? The burden of this name is not small."

Chang Ge looked at her and sighed: "Yes, ten thousand years have passed, and that era has become a legend for a long time, and even you and I have begun to doubt it."

"Heh!" The sloppy old man with red beard snorted coldly: "Doubt? The Gate of the Black Abyss is not fake, let alone our dead Taoist priests!"

"Okay, okay! Calm down, you old guy!" The old lady frowned and criticized, and he immediately turned his head and looked out the window to drink alone.

Shaking her head slightly, the old lady continued to ask: "The two of us haven't been to the ruins for a long time, and we don't know much about the sacred team..."

"Originally, the old man should come over this time, but he has a task, just please help us once."

Changge nodded: "The enemy is at present, this is what it should be."

He thought for a while and continued: "And based on what I know about the holy team, whether it's the request of your Taoist League or the expectation of our Zombie Association, it shouldn't be difficult..."

The old man's eyebrows flashed, and he was a little surprised: "Oh?"

Chang Ge stroked his white beard and smiled, "You'll know when you get to the Holy Team."

Holy Emperor Group, Fengxing City, community area.

With the passage of time, the foundation of Z authority of the sacred team gradually became stable, and as the core of the centralized team, the community area began to produce a mysterious and majestic atmosphere.

Even if the surrounding roads are not prohibited, few people will choose to walk. If they look at the community area from a distance, they will think of taking a detour.

This is not because the people of the team fear the leader like a tiger, on the contrary, it reflects their awe of the leader and the team.

This point is indeed quite convoluted, in fact, it is the result of cultural heritage and development.

Originally, the various teams in the Tianchao Continent were all "feudal", and the majesty and power of the team leader grew from time to time, and things similar to "overstepping" often occurred.

And the majesty of the regiment leader is often clearly reflected in one point, that is, whether its regiment members dare to walk around the regiment headquarters at will.

If the street is noisy, it means that the leader has no face. If the long street is cold, it can show people's respect for the leader.

Adhering to such a stereotyped cultural habit, no one can be seen around the regiment headquarters all day long.

If it weren't for standing on the high city wall and being able to catch a glimpse of the bustle of the market in the distance, outsiders might think this is an empty city.

"drive!"

A pair of teams dressed in white and riding snow-white horses rushed straight from the straight road and stopped slowly under the city gate of the regiment headquarters.

"Meet the princess!"

When the guard at the door saw him coming, he immediately bowed and saluted.

Then he shouted to the top: "Open the city gate!"

The huge iron gate was slowly opened under the sound of Kuangci Kuangci, allowing them to enter directly on horseback.

It is Xiaoni who is called the princess, and she is surrounded by female supernatural beings, who are decorated in the same color as her, and are all dressed in snow-white.

"You go back to the group first!"

Entering the first major gate of the team, there are long roads on the left and right inside, several kilometers long, which shows the size of the regiment headquarters.

Five or six guards who followed Xiaoni saluted and said, "Yes!"

Then he went to the left in a regular manner.

Only one did not leave, because she was Xiaoni's personal maid.

"Mother, why did we come back?"

The maid followed Xiao Ni to pass through several major gates and headed deep into the regiment headquarters.

Hearing her question, Xiaoni replied calmly: "Something happened."

"Oh..." The maid is familiar with Xiaoni's temperament, and she will answer the things she doesn't want to talk about very concisely, so she won't ask again.

At this moment, Xiaoni came back to her senses and frowned at her: "Wait! What did you call me just now?"

The maid froze for a moment, and immediately shrank her neck like a little girl who had done something wrong, and said in a weak tone: "Your Majesty...ah no, sister, I was wrong! I was led astray by them!"

Speaking of the latter, she became more confident.

Xiao Ni had no hands, otherwise she would have rubbed her brows first, and then knocked her on the head.