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Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game!

Empire Black Knight · Du hí
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Delaying

Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Two Wood tribe elders stood at the rear, observing the battlefield, still having no intention of intervening.

The fusion Tyrant form did indeed look formidable at first glance.

But they, being of the Root tribe, were not weak either.

At least, it didn't pose a threat to them.

Besides, their mission this time was merely to guard the rear exit of the temple.

At the moment, all they needed to do was prevent the Leaf tribe from escaping; there was no need to stir up trouble.

The rest could be handled by the Soul tribe and the Wood tribe.

The Root tribe elders had clear thinking.

They tried to avoid direct confrontation with the desperate Leaf tribe as much as possible.

After all, there was no need to risk lives unnecessarily.

Meanwhile, in the main passage of the temple,

In the foyer, Vannes and Ian, two elders, continued to retreat under the suppression of several enemy elders.