Wu Long let out a muffled moan of pain as he was about to draw his sword and behead him again, but the zombies had already surrounded him tightly. Some were holding his waist, some were killing his legs, and some were tightly gripping his neck, with sharp teeth biting on him. Blood splattered all over Wu Long's body.
Feeling the crazy loss of vitality, Wu Long's furious heart briefly showed a hint of clarity.
Before his death, Wu Long remembered a famous saying: nodonodie.
If it weren't for my own determination to attack the lower city, neither myself nor the lower city would have suffered such a disaster.
Wu Long let out a long sigh, but unfortunately the sigh could not be conveyed because a zombie had already bitten off his neck, and the blood sprayed from his trachea was exposed to the air.
Goodbye, Xiao Li. Unfortunately, there is no chance to meet you in this lifetime. Wu Long thought and gradually lost his contemplation.
The zombies don't care which official is the biggest in this area. They continue to bury their heads and eat Wu Long's body. A large group of organs are dug out and eaten, and Lin Er on the rear line is constantly nauseous.
Although Wu Long was domineering when he first met and had some grudges in two battles, as he watched him die in front of him, Lin Er remembered the fate he was about to face and couldn't help but feel a bit sad.
The zombie flattened the protrusion and continued to advance. At this time, there were many highly lethal second-generation mutant zombies sandwiched in the zombie wave, and the number of zombies in the city had exceeded ten thousand.
Lin Er looked at the zombie advancing in front of him, truly filled with grief and anger. He let out a strong shout, and the Big Knife Team was ready!
The exhausted army of swords slowly rose up, wielding their long swords and shields, to meet the charging group of zombies.
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