Mythical Beast Summoner

Omega said grimly that he would not be so angry if the walking dead were just killed by them and then occupied the house. It's a ghost. It's a ghost.

"Looking for death!" Eleven people almost rushed at the same time, one ran to Li Zhenbang, and the other ten rushed to omega.

The golden warrior's eyes twinkle. Although he is not able to fight at the moment, it does not mean that he has no eyesight. It's not what ordinary magicians can do to lift yourself up with one hand and choke yourself with great strength.

And listening to Omega's tone, he did not think that Omega was telling lies. Killing and killing, human, these two words are enough to frighten him. A trace of fear flashed in his heart. He is not a human being. He may be a Warcraft if he is not a human being. What Warcraft can transform into an adult is at least a level nine Warcraft, which is not what he and others can deal with!

Now he can only pray in his heart. Omega is just a slip of the tongue, just a habit, not a real Warcraft. Otherwise, it would be the best destination for them to die happily.

As expected, the gold soldiers did not expect that ten people were beaten by Omega in a moment, lying on the ground motionless, spitting blood, and even blood from their noses and ears.

Omega didn't kill them, but one gave them a punch and broke their ribs. However, some of them were lucky enough to have their ribs pierced through their internal organs, and they were obviously unable to survive.

The silver soldier who ran to Li Zhenbang was inexplicably wrapped into zongzi by a group of plants. Omega stretched out his hand and pulled it back. He fell on the ground and was convulsed at the moment.

The gold soldier closed his eyes in pain, but he didn't expect that he had a fatal fall in Longcheng.

"Give me those people's antidotes, or you'll be thrown into the street one by one. Make you like them Li Zhenbang said with a gloomy face.

The faces of the people changed slightly, but no one spoke. Li Zhenbang looked at them, his face more and more dignified, pointed to a dying man and nodded at Omega. Omega walked over with a smirk on his face, picked him up in one hand and threw him out the window.

Hearing the strange noise, the zombies outside looked at the past and saw the people writhing on the ground. They rushed forward excitedly. The screams of the silver soldiers were heard all the time. The rest of the people changed their faces and looked at the gold soldier.

Soon, the scream outside the window stopped, and the silver soldier who was about to die stood up unsteadily. These zombies are obviously different from the impression of Li Zhenbang. They don't eat people. They are just full of aggression. Li Zhenbang also has some peace in his mind. Otherwise, if they eat people, in case they are rescued, they still have the memory of cannibalism. I'm afraid life is worse than death!

Li Zhenbang pointed to a dying silver soldier, and soon he joined the ranks of zombies outside the door.

The living silver soldiers were terrified, afraid that they would be the next zombie. They looked out of the window at their wavering companions. Their eyes were full of fear.

"It's boring to always choose people who are going to die. I'll beat the drum and pass the flowers. I'll throw them out to whoever reaches them. Of course, you can break the rules and hide the cup and throw it away. In that case, I will randomly choose two people to throw it out. If someone dares to damage the cup, throw out the one who is damaged. If you can't confirm who is damaged, you have to throw two people out. Hehe Li Zhenbang holds a small porcelain cup in his hand. His face is full of sunshine smile, as if he is talking about a very interesting game.

People's faces became more gloomy, and the boy in their hearts was a devil. They didn't think about the difference between the zombies outside and the devil? It's the same thing to do when people talk and ghost talk!

"From you, don't break the rules." Li Zhenbang's face was full of spring, and he gave the cup to a silver soldier who was seriously injured but not to death.

The silver soldier looked at the cup in his hand in horror. The hand holding the cup trembled.

"Hold on! Or it's time to throw you out! The silver soldier hesitated for a moment, looked at several people who were seriously injured and dying, and said with some guilt: "brother, I'm sorry, since I'm dying, I'll make contributions to my brothers."

The silver soldier put the cup in the hands of a dying man. The man holding the cup looked at the silver soldier who gave him the cup bitterly. Then he passed the cup to a dying silver soldier nearby and gave him a look. The dying silver warrior nodded and extended the cup to the silver soldier at the beginning.

The silver soldier looked stunned, but still reached for it. There were only two dying people left. According to the rules, he couldn't pass it on to them. So he looked at a man nearby and quickly pushed it into his arms.

The people around him looked at the silver soldier with indignation on his face. He quickly passed the cup to the people around him.

At this time, Li Zhenbang's percussion sound slowed down, and the hearts of all the people seemed to miss a beat. However, Li Zhenbang's percussion did not stop. The person who took the cup breathed a sigh of relief and quickly passed it to the people around him.