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

When his figure began to dim and was about to disappear completely, he finally spoke, "We heard the voice of this world..."

The northern part of Fasha Continent.

A remnant soldier was marching decadently, heading south.

"Ouch..."

"Take it easy! Hey! Wait for me, don't leave me..."

The group members lacked arms and legs, and moved slowly, and from time to time there were a few angry complaints.

With the defeat of the Northern Alliance team, the defense line was breached, and the fallen zombies drove straight in. In less than a month, several teams near the north were wiped out.

In the south, there are only a few large groups still concentrating their strength, barely fighting against the fallen zombies.

For the rest, most of the poor people guard the fields, they can't go anywhere, they can only wait for death; while the rich people pull up a team and continue to go south, approaching the sacred team.

Qin Wushang rode a tall horse, and the regiment members beside him were different from those remnant soldiers, both in temperament, spirit and strength, they were more than one grade higher than them.

They are all members of the sacred team, sent to protect Qin Wushang.

"My lord! My lord! Where are we going? Are we approaching the holy team?"

A man with a pot belly, disheveled hair, and somewhat frightened brows rode close to him, but was stopped a few meters away by his personal guards and shouted loudly.

Qin Wushang looked at him and explained helplessly: "Sorry, Mr. Ge Lan, we still need to go to the Yilan team!"

"This……"

Grant's hand holding the rein did not shake, and he still wanted to make a detour?Are you not afraid of those fallen zombies catching up?
Thinking of the fallen zombie he had seen once, Glenn felt terrified.

But he couldn't go against Qin Wushang's intentions, after all, he was in charge of this team.

As for Glenn himself, he just clings to the past friendship with his housekeeper and was brought back with the sacred team.

Qin Wushang was speechless as he watched Ge Lan return to the team in despair.

If it weren't for this down-and-out earl, who once had some friendship with the leader of their sacred team, he would not be willing to bring another group of people.

As for the Ai Bo, whom the group leader favored, it has been confirmed that he has passed away.

"I don't know what the head of the group will think of this matter..."

With a low groan in his heart, Qin Wushang shook his head and continued to look forward.

In the mountains scorched by wildfires, black smoke from repeated wars rose from the sky and the earth, and the pungent smell of dry firewood mixed with the smell of blood was extremely unpleasant.

Suddenly, Qin Wushang was stunned, and took out the communication bronze mirror in his arms, and then his pupils shrank slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

Here Qin Wushang evacuated with the regiment members who had no intention of fighting.

On the other side, Ouyang Luo is still alive and organizes the surviving members to attack the fallen zombies again and again!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On the battlefield, Ouyang Luo charged left and right, fighting non-stop, and almost became a bloody man.

Whether it's his personal guards or the teams sent by each regiment, they all look at him with awe and admiration.

This madman who once kidnapped almost all the regiment leaders in the entire Northland just wanted to fight to the death on the battlefield with the fallen zombies!
boom!
Countless fallen zombies poured in from the north like a black flood without stopping!

The group members gradually lost their initial expectations, their eyes were either numb or full of fear.

These teams were re-formed by major teams, and most of the young teams were still too immature to hold out for long.

If Ouyang Luo was not still alive, and there were still hundreds of thousands of veterans who were not afraid of death, the entire north would have been completely fallen.

But everyone can see clearly that the fall is inevitable, and resistance is meaningless.

Supporting them to continue fighting, except for the best support of the remaining holy team and a few large groups, is just a tiny extravagant hope.

"It's useless, everything is over, ah!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo little brother!"

"Grandfather, the child did not embarrass the family..."

The members of the regiment who were not afraid of death knelt down under the setting sun as they watched the fallen zombies retreating temporarily like a tide.

Countless corpses paved the ground with blood, and broken swords were inserted into the ground to become tombstones.

Tomorrow may also be their testimony...

south.

Unlike the scattered resistance teams in the north, the Taoist League in the south still maintains the operation of the alliance.

The divided front has not been broken, and hundreds of thousands of teams are still resisting.

"Old man! Give up! You can't beat me!"

"Bah! Devil! Do you think everyone is like you?" The fifth-level powerhouse of the holy team stepped aside and spit at him.

But was immediately dodged by Wall.

In the next second, Wall came to him and slapped him!
Boom!Fortunately, on the other side, a fifth-level zombie terminator blocked his attack with a magic circle!

Wall snorted coldly: "Like me? Hahaha... I have never changed, become stronger! I just want to become stronger? I am not wrong!"

boom!Wall was angry, and the vast aura and power of the black abyss raged!
In an instant, all the nine fifth-level powerhouses were thrown into the air!
puff!Everyone, including the old man, spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, clutching their hearts, their eyes widened!

"you!"

Wo Er laughed arrogantly: "Quack quack... didn't expect me to become stronger again, did you? Hahaha..."

He slowly fell from mid-air, walking slowly like a victor, while babbling: "You think I'm fighting seriously? No, I'm just bored, you weaklings..."

Everyone looked at him solemnly, wanting to stand up and resist, but for a while the messy breath in the body stagnated and they couldn't use their strength.

Except for the fifth-level leader of the sacred team, a gleam flashed in his eyes, with a sly smile on his lips, and he whispered mockingly in his heart: "The leader once said that the villain died of talking..."

hum!Suddenly, a ray of light bloomed from his chest!
Wall was startled, looked at him in disbelief, and then fell into a trance: "What? A demigod? Isn't that thing already?"

Before he finished speaking, he teleported and disappeared into the sky.

The leader of the fifth level stared at the place where Wall left, and then stood up after taking a breath.

Everyone looked at him with surprise and countless doubts in their eyes.

He understood it, and smiled helplessly; "Don't look, I don't have such a strong hole card, this is just a way for the leader to save my life..."

Everyone suddenly realized that it was used to scare people?
Seeing that they were all a little lost, the leader was full of joy and confidence: "Don't be afraid! I just received a message from the head of the regiment, and the war is not far from the end..."

Everyone looked suspicious and not very convinced.

But this leader believed in it deeply, with a feeling of blind faith...

On January 2026, 1, Celestial Time, Qingtian.

Faxia Continent, south.

boom!The tall city wall was hit by the huge black tide, and a hole was broken.

Dozens of powerful Taoist priests rushed forward and blocked it with the forbidden land technique!

"Quick! Repair the formation!"