Dongfang Xing has led the zombie camp for hundreds of years.
It was he who formed the zombie camp and gathered them from low-level zombies with no humanity to high-level zombies with blood and love. It was he who gave them a chance to be reborn. It was he who led them to occupy the land on this continent.
a place.
He is not only their leader, but also their soul and belief.
Now I was told that he was dead.
How do they accept this?
Misfortunes never come singly. Just when news of the zombie king's death spread, the imperial capital suddenly sent troops from the east across the west, with a menacing attack, preparing to attack the zombie camp.
Bupo quickly mobilized the zombie corps to fight.
However, the news of Dongfang Xing's death seriously affected the morale of the zombie corps. After a fierce battle, they were completely defeated.
The war situation was tense, and the top brass of the zombie camp were summoned overnight to discuss decisions.
Han Hai said with a gloomy face: "A country cannot live without a king for a day. In order to revive morale, a new corpse king must be elected."
Tie Nu looked at him, a little angry: "Hanhai, what do you mean by this?"
Han Hai sneered: "Now the zombie camp is leaderless, just like a pile of scattered sand. How can we unite if we don't elect a new zombie king?"
His deep eyes and gentle handsome face showed no expression, expressing neither approval nor disapproval.
Hanhai is a general, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. With Dongfang Xing gone, everyone will naturally listen to him.
Except for a few high-ranking officials who firmly believed that Dongfang Xing was alive, everyone else was one-sided and supported Hao Han's idea.
Wild Rose sat there silently, her face a little haggard, silent, as if the things they were discussing at the moment had nothing to do with her, and her soul had already flown away.
Tie Nu angrily slapped the table and stood up: "Hanhai, I object."
A mocking sneer appeared on Han Hai's lips: "This matter was voted on by everyone, not you who have the final say. For the survival of the zombie camp, I hope you can put the overall situation first."
Tie Nu scolded: "Fart, I see you, you are obviously ambitious. You want to take advantage of the king's absence to seek power and usurp the throne. Hanhai, I didn't expect that you are usually so gloomy, but you are so ambitious."
Han Hai's face suddenly darkened and he warned: "Tie Nu, if you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude to you."
Tie Nu sneered and said provocatively: "Why are you afraid of what others will say if you can do it?"
Han Hai replied forcefully: "Everything I did was for the zombie camp, and I have a clear conscience."
"Bah." Tie Nu turned back to Quanbupa: "Wangbupa, you didn't say anything."
Wanbupo raised his head, glanced at everyone, and said calmly: "Hanhai is right, a country cannot live without a king for a day. Now that the king is gone and the imperial capital is attacking again, a new corpse king must be elected as soon as possible to boost morale.
Otherwise, it will only give the emperor an opportunity to take advantage of it."
"It's completely unbreakable. Even you said that. Damn it, I've misjudged you." Tie Nu glared at him fiercely, then threw away his sleeves in anger.
Next, under the leadership of Han Hai, everyone elected the new Corpse King.
Throughout the selection process, Wild Rose remained silent.
There is no doubt that the new zombie king of the zombie camp is none other than Han Hai. Amidst the congratulations, he smiled happily.
The first thing is, of course, to send troops to assist and repel the enemy.
Han Hai narrowed his eyes at Quanbupa and gave a direct order: "Wanbupa, I order you to immediately lead the troops to take out the newly upgraded weapons and equipment."
