The continent of Essos is an eternally hot continent.
The same goes for the people here.
Even if they knew that Westeros was being destroyed by some zombies, they didn't care.
They are separated from the continent of Westeros by an ocean, and no monster can cross this natural chasm.
Zombies can't come here by boat, right?
It's even more impossible to fly over, right?
The various city-states in the Essos continent paid no attention to what was happening in the Westeros continent, and some even wanted to organize adventure teams to see what was happening there.
Braavos City, the headquarters of the Iron Bank.
Many high-level officials are gathering together for a meeting to discuss how the destruction of Westeros will affect them.
The Iron Bank is the most important bank in Braavos.
It was very wealthy and often lent money to outsiders. Among its clients were the kings of the Seven Kingdoms.
Now that the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros have been wiped out, not even the scum is left. It is obvious that the Iron Bank cannot go to the Zombie Zone to repay the money.
They are discussing how to recover their losses.
A dark fat man said angrily.
"No one can owe money to the Iron Bank, not even a dead person. Hum, no one has borrowed money from the Iron Bank for so many years and can't refuse to pay it back, no one!"
Another man with a mustache spread his hands helplessly.
"We are all very angry when something like this happens in Westeros. Let's consider how to recover the costs."
The swarthy fat man suggested:
"Isn't the continent of Westeros destroyed by those monsters? Then we will hunt monsters and develop the commercial value of those monsters, so that we can get back our money."
"Well, that's a good idea. Let's discuss how to hunt those monsters now..."
While everyone was discussing in the Iron Bank, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky.
The sound was extremely depressing, as if a crow was calling for mourning.
The top brass of the Iron Bank looked out the window.
Dozens of World War II-era planes were hovering in the sky, with several zombie pilots sitting in the cockpits.
They seemed to be looking for somewhere.
The fat black man screamed.
"What the hell is that? What do they want?"
Hovering in the sky are planes created by the zombie army.
After wiping out the Night King of the Dead, zombies took over all the industrial facilities in the North.
With the knowledge brought back by the zombie reincarnators of the Lord God Space, the industrial capabilities of the zombie army were immediately upgraded to World War II levels.
The aircraft they built can already cross the ocean between Westeros and Essos without considering the return journey.
The zombie plane circled for a while, then opened a hole in the cabin and dumped dozens of corpses into the city of Braavos.
The plane immediately turned around and crashed into the sea.
Under everyone's strange gazes, several sparks exploded on the sea.
The corners of the fat black man's mouth trembled.
"What the hell?"
He really didn't understand the behavior of this big steel bird.
"Now, let's discuss..."
"Ah ah ah ah ah------"
The heart-rending roar reached the ears of the fat black man.
This was the scream of a human being, and there was more than one person.
What's more, the conference room at the Tiejinku headquarters is far away from the street, and the sound can be heard enough to see how loud the roaring sound is.
"What happened outside?"
The fat black man immediately sent out guards to check the situation on the street outside.
On the streets, a large number of residents fell to the ground holding their heads.
They were shouting some incomprehensible words.
The corpse dropped by the zombies on the plane was not just a corpse, it was an extremely deadly source of infection.
The zombie virus carried on these corpses will quickly spread to every resident.
Soon, ordinary zombies were born in Braavos.
Dozens of commander zombies also ran out of the planes that had just crashed into the sea, and began to direct the ordinary zombie activities in Braavos.
Ordinary zombies first attacked residential areas crazily and deliberately avoided the area where the city guard was located.
In terms of administrative capabilities in the Middle Ages, it would take at least half a day before guards were dispatched to deal with things that happened in the slums.
But in just half a day, the zombie virus spread from ten to ten, from ten to hundreds, from hundreds to thousands, and from thousands to thousands.
in general disease transmission.
For a virus to spread on a large scale, it must meet three conditions: low lethality, an incubation period, and high infectivity.
Low lethality is to keep the virus host alive so that it can infect more people.
The internal environment of a dead host will change and the virus will no longer be able to replicate.
The incubation period is to prevent the virus host from being discovered by health agencies, thus preventing the local authorities from controlling the virus.
Even if a country has the best medical conditions in the world, if it does not control the virus, the final result will be in vain.
High contagiousness is the medium of spread, which needs no explanation.
But zombie viruses are highly lethal and have an almost zero incubation period.
But it is still the deadliest virus, and it can also spread on a large scale.
Because after the host dies, its body will be completely controlled by the virus.
Every zombie will take the initiative to attack living humans, thereby achieving the effect of rapidly spreading the zombie virus.
It is extremely difficult to say whether such a zombie virus could survive in a modern country, let alone a medieval world.
Zombie planes appeared in Braavos City in the morning, and countless zombies began to attack the city guard in the afternoon.
These elite soldiers are a powerful force anywhere in the world, but in the face of zombies they were utterly defeated.
First of all, because the zombies are all of high-level strength, their physical fitness is enough to knock down the elite soldiers of middle-level strength to the ground.
Secondly, the City Guards couldn't stand the sight of some of their teammates falling down when they hit them, and turning into zombies within a few minutes.
Of course, what exacerbates the fears of these City Guards most is the unknown.
They don't know the concept of "virus" and don't understand why their teammates have changed like this.
The City Guard was quickly routed.
But the soldiers of the City Guard could not escape, and eventually everyone turned into zombies.
After defeating the city's strongest military force, the zombies began to march toward the wealthy areas of the city.
Zombies are destroying everything in this city.
Whether they were private soldiers of nobles or even the Faceless Men of the Thousand-Faced God, they were all defeated by zombies one by one.
No matter how powerful these people are, they are only flesh and blood.
As long as you inhale a mouthful of zombie virus, you will transform into a zombie within dozens of minutes.
Of course, for the strong, the commander zombies will also give special treatment to low-level zombies.
After capturing them alive, they are tied up and injected with bodily fluids to transform them into new commander zombies.
The zombie crisis breaks out on the continent of Essos!