Plants vs. Zombies

"But whoever told you that all maggot spirits are the same is irresponsible and half-knowledgeable." Bernie reluctantly stopped laughing so exaggerated that it almost made the little man turn his face. After the sound, he pretended to be serious and explained to the little guy, "In fact, before the last undead war, there was indeed only one kind of maggot spirit, and all of them could be purified by light magic."

"However, during the Undead War 60 years ago, the monsters transformed from corpses underwent tremendous changes—not only was there no way to purify them with light magic, but other magic couldn't effectively destroy them either. Only by completely destroying their bodies can they be truly wiped out."

"Have you ever tried to smash their heads?" Liu Dingjia tilted his head, and all he could think of was the biochemical movies he had seen before.

"The head was smashed to pieces, but other parts of the body can still continue to move."

"The most terrifying thing is that the living people who are scratched or bitten by them will also turn into maggots after the sun goes down-many soldiers who fought on the front line died humiliatingly like this."

Speaking of the terrible and tragic war 60 years ago, both Bernie and Jameson showed expressions of great grief. Soon, the atmosphere surrounding the three people in the room fell into silence.

But Liu Dingjia felt more and more from Bernie's narration that those horrible "evolved" maggot spirits were not the "rot maggot spirits" in the original sense of this world, but the same as those he saw in the movie. Something like a biochemically infected virus body, in other words, a creepy "biochemical zombie".

However, Liu Dingjia has no way to explain his thoughts. One is that he doesn't know much about "rotten maggot spirit" to be honest; I just learned something from game movies. In this case, even if his idea is right, he can't convince anyone, including himself. arms.

So, the little devil could only raise his eyebrows, but in the end he firmly held down the thoughts in his heart and didn't say anything.And Bernie and Jameson didn't expect to get any constructive insights from him.After imparting the common sense about rotten maggot spirits to the short and half-knowledgeable man, the two swordsmen started a discussion on the daily arrangements of the Holy City troops, putting Liu Dingjia in the position of an audience.

And on the day when the Great Mage of the holy city brought his troops into the city of Anxina and lived in the city lord's mansion, the originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy again, and the blizzard suddenly appeared again as if it had disappeared in the early morning , Sweeping the streets and alleys of the entire Anxina City.

Even with such a raging blizzard that was about to sweep everything, the great mage of the Holy City still decided to hold a prayer ceremony on the afternoon of the third day after arriving in Anxiana.In order for the people in the city to see the holiness and power of the holy city, more than [-] holy knights who came with Yaqimoto in the large square where the ceremony was held jointly launched a huge formation, A blizzard blocked the venue for the ceremony.

Just this "pretentious" style of "pleading for the people" has already made the magicians of the Aodong Magic Alliance in the city jealous.Even the mages of the major mercenary regiments in the mercenary union have changed their previous reserved and contemptuous attitudes, and have gathered together to fight against each other with words. style of the world.

Even the mild-mannered little pastor Nandu took his patient Liu Dingjia by the side, and couldn't help but criticize the exaggeration of the Holy City: "Even the city lord, he is too ignorant. If it is about the prayer ceremony, the Magic Alliance is more worthy." Do you trust it?"

"Maybe it just happened to happen, maybe it will be free." Liu Dingjia, who was forcibly held back, scratched his head and said after thinking about it.

"Could it be like this?" The young pastor stared at the skinny face in disbelief, "But isn't he afraid of offending the Magic Alliance? Even the Warrior Alliance would not be happy for the citizens of Ansina to express their loyalty to the Holy City of."

"How can it be so serious to express loyalty, Nan," Liu Dingjia disagreed with Nan's statement, "The city residents here are people with faith, and they are just interested in the Holy City for fun, and they will soon I forgot." If you are really crazy enough to become his fans, those guys in the mercenary union who talk about the word "bitch" and scold the Holy City all day long will be kicked out a long time ago.

"...You don't understand, you are still young." Nan sighed, with a somewhat "worried" posture.

"Well, I'm really young now, and I don't understand anything about you adults." Since the other party has identified himself as a child, and won't take his words to heart, Liu Dingjia didn't bother to argue, and shrugged indifferently. After shrugging, he touched the mask on his face and changed the subject: "Nan, how many days will I have to apply the medicine on my face?" It's already the fourth day.

"What, is it still itchy?" Nan heard Liu Dingjia asked about the treatment, and quickly reached out to touch the mask on the other's face, and asked with concern.

"It's not as itchy as the previous two days. It's just that I can't see the wind and can't go out to breathe. It's really boring." Liu Dingjia couldn't help complaining. He originally wanted to go to the holy city's prayer performance today.But Jameson said his pumpkin head was too ugly and ostentatious.It's a side issue, he can't walk around wearing a pumpkin head anymore, and this time Jameson won't be willing to help him cover up anyway.

——Different from the crowd watching and joining in the fun last time, members of the major mercenary groups did not intend to "look up" to the glory of the Holy City, even the Ives Legion, which had agreed to be bodyguards for the other party, was no exception.As a non-staff member, Jameson will naturally advance and retreat with Bernie's team.

"Wait another seven or eight days." Seeing the irritable mood of the little man, Nan patted his slender shoulder, and kindly comforted him, "Just bear with it for a few days."

Ahhh, I have to wait another seven or eight days!

Liu Dingjia felt that if he really endured these few days, he would definitely get sick from boredom.

So, after Nan left, he went back to the room alone, lamented and walked straight to the bed, threw himself on the rather hard quilt, completely ignoring the swordsman who stayed in the room and wiped his sword.

"Actually, it's not difficult to go out." Knowing that someone likes to join in the fun, Jameson, after wiping the sword, put the milky white rag on the wooden table, and then walked to the bedside with the sword in his hand. He poked the ass of a certain brat and said, "Give me the pumpkin head you wore on your head yesterday."

"What are you doing?" Liu Dingjia was "attacked" because of his ass, so he tried his best to move forward, and after getting rid of the attack on his ass, he turned over and sat up, facing the guy who tossed him with a sword: "That thing I I won't send you off!"

"Tch, such a weird thing, even if you want to give it away, no one will take it." Jameson snorted, "Take it out, and I'll make you a mask."

"It's you who don't know the goods yourself, huh!" Liu Dingjia slandered secretly, but he didn't really spit out the words. Instead, he took the pumpkin head used yesterday from the space ring and pushed it to the swordsman. In front of you, "What on earth are you going to do?"

But what Liu Dingjia didn't expect was that Jameson snorted disdainfully after hearing his question: "Instead of putting the whole pumpkin on your head cumbersomely, it's better to use a part of it to make a mask and wear it on your face." , it’s not so obtrusive, and it’s easy to carry, isn’t it—you little guy, with a small face and a small head, doesn’t know how to use your brain at all.”

"What if it doesn't work after splitting it into a mask?" Jameson's suggestion gave Liu Dingjia a sense of enlightenment, but he hesitated when he thought that it might not work.

"Oh, of course it's very possible—I'm just experimenting to see if it works. If you only have this one, you should carefully consider it." Jameson picked up the sword in his hand and poked it The pumpkin head placed in front of him, "However, in my opinion, if this thing can protect your face well after being split, maybe you can use this thing to make a very good armor."

When Liu Dingjia first heard Jameson say that pumpkin heads can be used to make good armor, he was overjoyed and thought to himself, isn't this another way to make money?But thinking about it again, isn't this cheating?Which warrior mage would run around wearing armor made of pumpkin shells, don't be laughed to death?

Thinking of this, Liu Dingjia couldn't help but rolled his eyelids upwards, expressing his "disdain" for Mr. Jameson's "good idea".

However, in the end, Liu Dingjia asked Zamsen to cut his pumpkin head in half-as Jameson said, he has many pumpkin heads, so why not try one?Compared with the thick and weird pumpkin head dangling people's eyes, the mask is indeed a lot more convenient.

Even if the experiment fails, what he loses is only 125 sunshine beans.

After cutting the pumpkin head in half, Zamson took the part without a face on the back, then stretched out his hand to pinch the chin of the skinny chai, compared it up and down, left and right, and finally the seven beads that sprang together from the neck A dagger and a carving knife and chisel were drawn from one of the grains.

Using these things taken out from the space, Zamson finally made a mask according to the shape of Kangji's face, and finally took out a tendon-like rope from another bead, and cut it on both sides of the mask beforehand. hole ~ eyes.

"Here, try it on." After finishing the mask, Jameson tossed it to the brat who had been waiting by the side, commenting on his craftsmanship from time to time, and occasionally praising him.

Liu Dingjia took the mask and put it on his face. Although Jameson's craftsmanship is really not good, it can even be said to be very rough. The two eyes and the end of the mask have an inexplicable "similarity" with Kang Ji's face—— — crooked.But the mask feels good on the face, it's just a little too big, and it's no problem to fasten the rope tightly.

"It's not bad." Although the mask is a bit nondescript, the stinky brat still gave the maker a positive evaluation, "I'll go out and try it now to see if it works."

Jameson nodded, and then cleaned the tools used one by one and put them into the bead space on the neck.

Liu Dingjia, who hadn't lifted his foot to leave, felt a little strange when he saw him put the things back into two different beads, so he tilted his head and asked puzzledly: "Jamesson, I wanted to ask just now, Is each of these beads on your neck an independent space carrier? I remember you still have a space bracelet on your hand, right?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Jameson looked up, looked at the kid strangely, and then added: "I used to have a pair of space earrings, but I sold them to buy enough food."

The author has something to say: reissue: a change originally scheduled for Tuesday

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