Zombie King of Blood Race

The weather is very sultry, and the forest that looks very refreshing on weekdays is now full of darkness.

The animals were commotion, not only small animals rushed out of the forest in groups, even large animals began to growl anxiously.

This ominous atmosphere hovered over the forest until the ground trembled.

Like a rootless tree floating in the water, or like a cruise ship rolled in the waves, the earth is swaying violently. With the violent swaying of the earth, the anxious growls of the animals in the forest before also stopped abruptly, and then became He roared in horror.

It didn't stop because of the terrified screams of the animals. The constantly swaying ground was torn apart, and even the stubborn rocks that were usually immovable like mountains began to crumble and collapse.

Fortunately, the earth-shattering shaking only lasted for a moment and then stopped, but even so, the earth was in a mess.

The terrified screams of the animals ceased to exist as early as the moment the earthquake stopped, and the forest that suddenly became quiet was as dead as a cemetery.

In this deadly atmosphere, the sound of rolling stones suddenly came out, which seemed obvious. The palm that suddenly protruded from the stone debris and soil added a touch of weirdness to the already suffocating atmosphere of the forest. feel.

After being stiff for a moment, he turned his palms into claws and pressed hard against the ground, and a figure was pulled out.

Panting heavily, after a long time, the figure looked around blankly.

Like a slow-response robot, this figure was stunned for a moment in this posture before turning its gaze back and looking down at its own fingers.

He stroked the dirt between his fingers, looked at the color of his fingers, and then touched the figure on the skin on the back of his hand, a burning color suddenly burst into his eyes.

There are no sharp nails, and the skin is not rotten and blue. Only humans have fingers and palms.

Did he turn back into a human?

Then, as if remembering something, Tausig suddenly swept off the half-rotten leather covering his arm, and looked at the inner side of his upper arm.

Impressively, he saw a red mole the size of a rice grain on the inside of his upper arm. Tausig clenched his fists with both sorrow and joy, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh.

No one else's, this body is his own.

Did he really turn back into a human?

To confirm that he really turned back into a human, Tausig raised his arm and pressed it to his chest.

Although the heart was beating slowly, the real beating made Tausig cry and laugh again with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.

Hoarse cries and laughter echoed in the forest. This kind of vented laughter and crying did not stop until the ground shook and shook again. Tausig looked down at the ground.

This is...an earthquake?

And this is... where?

Looking up and looking around, the unfamiliar scenery made Tausig's eyes blank.

Stretching out his hand to support a crooked tree beside him, he stood up slowly, and Tausig looked into the distance.

The crooked and broken trees hit by the stones broadened Tausig's vision. Even standing on the mountainside, he could see the sky at a glance.

The mountains are slow and continuous, and connected to this continuous mountain is a large dense forest. Beyond the forest is a plain, and a small village can be seen faintly on the plain.

The moment he saw the tiny village, he made a decision. Tausig decided to check it out and see where it was.

The speed was very fast, and he walked to the woods at the foot of the mountain in a blink of an eye. Tausig, who was walking through the woods, stopped abruptly for some reason.

Looking at his own palm with an ugly face, Tausig clenched his fist and then clasped his fingers together as if making a decision.

The smooth nails became sharp in an instant, and the tips of the nails were slightly purple-green, telling everyone that they were not just sharp weapons.

Looking at his sharp, poisonous-colored nails, Tausig raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sad smile. After the smile, he scratched the sharp nails on his arm vigorously.

The flesh was ripped open, and scarlet blood spurted out from the wound, but strangely, before the scarlet blood dripped to the ground, Tausig's bruised arm healed visibly with the naked eye.

really

really--

Sure enough, he was no longer human.

Leaning weakly on the tree, he slid to the ground, Tausig showed a half-smile, half-cry expression.

As if to cater to his mood of mixed joy and sadness, the earth trembled and shook again.

And the sound of swaying and colliding branches played a sad song for it.

A month of ignorance and autism, not eating or drinking, can be fatal to ordinary people, but to Tausig, it is neither painful nor itchy, and has no effect.

This also proves that he is no longer human.

Although the mood is low, it is not unrequited. After a month of adjustments, Tausig's mood, which was mixed with sorrow and joy, gradually returned to stability, and his eyes filled with joy were also stained with frost again.

Tausig stood up abruptly, ignoring the falling leaves. He didn't feel any discomfort. After identifying the direction, he ran towards the direction of the village.

To ordinary people, the vast forest is nothing to Tausig. In less than a day, he has arrived at the outskirts of the forest, standing on a branch overlooking the faintly visible village outside the forest.

The village is not too big, and it looks like there are only a dozen or twenty households. Judging from the appearance of the houses, this village is not rich, or in other words, this is not a house that should have existed in the era he lived in.

Due to the sudden arrival of the zombie apocalypse, after the initial panic, most of the rebuilt or overturned houses were mainly solid, so it is impossible to see such a thatched house made of mud and stones.

This kind of village consisting of only a dozen or twenty thatched huts, not to mention zombies of his level, even those junior zombies can't resist, so this is no longer the world he used to be in?

Tausig, who didn't relax his vigilance because of the simplicity of the village in front of him, and didn't move forward rashly, just hid in the tree and observed the village carefully.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, the villagers of this village live a very regular life. Their daily life is farming in the fields, or a few sporadic people go hunting in the forest.

Without disturbing the hunters, Tausig followed behind and observed them carefully.

All of them are of Western race, and their stout stature makes them look very tall. The language they speak is also between Latin and English.

Fortunately, Tausig happened to be a student of language university before becoming a zombie, so he is not very unfamiliar with these two languages.

One after another, these hunters heard words such as king, noble, and lord. Combined with their current clothes, even though Tausig didn't know much about European history, he knew that lords were only found in ancient Europe.

So did he travel back to ancient Europe, or is this a strange world?

.........

Heh, does it make any difference to him whether it is ancient Europe or a strange world?

For him who is already a zombie, it doesn't make any difference!

After observing these hunters for a few more days, Tausig decided to visit their village at night before deciding whether to mix in with them or continue to be a savage in the mountains.

Even in early summer, the night comes quickly, and the villagers without any nightlife soon fall into a deep sleep. The noisy village during the day is quiet at this time, and the birds that only travel at night are still cooing. Gooing non-stop.

Like a nimble nighthawk, gliding in the night, Tausig quietly appeared in the village, wandering among the villages like a ghost

All the houses are thatched huts that are not strong, but some thatched huts are better and some thatched huts are worse.

But even the better thatched huts are only bigger or thicker than the bad ones.

There is a certain distance between the houses, and there is a small yard in front of and behind each house, and some chickens and livestock are raised in some yards, but this makes these yards even more dirty.

How could a person who had lived in the last days and became a zombie care about the smell and filth, Tausig walked through the village unaware.

Just like what he saw before, this village is not big, with a maximum population of more than 100 people.

And looking at the big from the small, we can know from their living standards that whether it is productivity, technology, or even cultural economy, this world is not very developed.

What does underdevelopment represent?

It means that the world probably doesn't need an identity certificate, and not needing an identity certificate means that he can easily integrate into them.

But there is no rush, he still needs to look at it.

After all, he can't guarantee whether this world is like the description in fantasy novels, with elves, orcs, dwarves, and dragons, isn't it?

Compared with those non-human beings who are just zombies, he can be weak.

Time is the most useless thing for immortal zombies, so Tausig has a lot of time to waste. For his own safety, it took him nearly a year to determine that this world is an ordinary world, at least without Elves, orcs, dwarves, and dragons, as for whether there are others, he will know later.

If you want to pretend to be a creature, you must understand the habits of this creature, which is also applicable to humans.

It took nearly a year for Tausig to not only confirm that there are no elves and dragons in this world, but also familiarize himself with the living habits of humans in this world.

Perhaps because they live in the lowest class of society and the living conditions are not good, the people in this village, whether they are men, women, old or young, are not very clean.

Their whole family lives in a thatched house with no partitions, and the kitchen, bedroom and hall are mixed together.

There is no bed to sleep, and most of them sleep in haystacks, which may be green wheat stalks or reeds.

Life is so poor, let alone health.

Most of the people in this village are suffering from various diseases. The whole year's hard work and hard life make them look very old. People in their thirties look like old women and husbands.

This is not a big deal, they have lived with chickens, ducks and livestock for many years, and they all have some annoying little creatures on their bodies, such as lice and fleas.

Fortunately, no matter how human-like Tausig is, he is no longer human, so he is not bothered by these annoying little creatures.

The location is remote, but not closed. One or two travelers pass by here in a year. From the words, deeds and clothes of these travelers, Tausig deduces that the backwardness and poverty of this village is not accidental, but the result of the world. Most villages are like this.

It's been easier since then.

With confidence in mind, he no longer hesitates. Tausig is ready to integrate into the world and the crowd.