() The sound of shouting, the sound of slashing and killing, the sounds are heard.

Shan Ye was shocked, his leg was broken, and he was shocked to the core.

The entire first-floor laboratory was extremely miserable, with a fishy stench rising to the sky.

The wounded coalition troops who had just stepped out mutated in a very short period of time. Aimeier's beautiful eyes glowed with coldness, her teeth bit her lips tightly, and she ordered in a cold voice: "Kill them all!!" There was a hint of emotion in his cold voice.

A feeling of deep helplessness.

The curse is extremely contagious and can be infected with just a slight scratch on the skin.

No matter how careful they were, at least half of the coalition forces died in this seemingly brutal battle.

There are less than 900 drow left, more than 300 gray dwarves, more than 400 lizardmen, and only more than 100 cavemen left.

There was a fishy smell everywhere, and the bodies of their dead comrades were swollen and miserable, making these coalition soldiers furious.

Barely controlling more than a dozen ground beetles, the leader of the lizardmen said angrily: "What should we do? So many people died in one encounter, are we going to continue?"

Emel calmed down at this time, his eyes passed over the corpses of the coalition soldiers indifferently, and he said in a cold voice: "Now it's not whether we want to continue, but whether that bastard Camus is willing to let us leave!"

The gray dwarf leader heard the sound and gritted his teeth and said: "Did these warriors die in vain?" His eyes particularly paused on the gray dwarf's corpse. The gray dwarf had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only hold the short hammer tightly, and his back teeth were clenched.

ring.

Broken Leg looked at the four rebels left with stern eyes. He slowly fell on Shan Ye and growled, "Do you know something?" With a heavy voice, Broken Leg tried hard to suppress his anger and not let himself lose.

reason.

I had long been suspicious of Shan Ye's identity, and finally exploded after losing six of his capable men. Shan Ye had a calm face. When he was reminded of the broken leg, he had thought that he would be misunderstood. At this time, any explanation was pale.

Breathing hard, Broken Leg refused to let the crazy murderous intention dominate him. After more than ten years in that twisted and dark dungeon, Broken Leg also knew that his spirit was not normal. Fortunately, the light was with him, otherwise he would have gone crazy.

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After calming down his mind, Broken Leg regained his composure and said in a concentrated voice: "Stop hiding it, tell me everything you know!"

Mr. Shan thought for a while and told some of his guesses.

Broken Leg’s face was filled with confusion: “Virus? Is it a type of plague?”

Master Shan pondered slightly. He really didn't know the difference between a plague and a virus, so he could only nod.

Broken Leg's brows furrowed, and his face gradually darkened. Human beings are always full of fear of unknown things, let alone the "zombie virus" that has just shown its power.

Shan Ye summarized the zombie virus: "It is extremely contagious. I don't know whether it is spread through the air or body fluids, so we must take protective measures..."

After hearing this, Broken Leg couldn't help but nod his head. The only way to deal with this highly contagious virus is to strictly guard against it.

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On a wall with a solid structure and a large number of magic patterns, there is a magic crystal with a purple halo hanging on it.

The tragic scene in the lobby on the first floor pierces the heart through the crystal.

Looking at the helpless drow coalition, who were helplessly watching their companions die, Camus' gemstone eyes turned happily.

"I just wanted to experiment with the plague seeds I got accidentally. The effect seems to be good, but it's a pity that it doesn't pose a threat to high-level professionals." There was a dehumanizing indifference in the dry and hard voice without any emotion.

Camus carefully recorded the characteristics and infection methods of this plague. He gently put down the fire goose and rubbed his stiff cheeks with his rough hands. A hint of irritability and sorrow flashed between Camus' brows.

Camus didn't pay any attention to the drow coalition who were like clowns, but Roshan's unexpected escape made Camus turn his head with worry.

Roshan has been listed as the top secret of the half-demon, but it was still leaked. What makes Camus most helpless is that even if the drow coalition is defeated this time, his life is still in danger.

Even though he excavated the meat mountain, after knowing the value of the meat mountain, Camus could no longer bear the price of losing the meat mountain.

The eldest prince cannot be relied on. These people in the royal family are selfish and shameless. Camus cannot leave his fate to others. He now has a large amount of biological experimental data, and he can still prosper even if he does not rely on the half-demon empire.

Thinking of this, the anxiety on Camus' face slowly calmed down.

This is a secret room, a secret room that only a few high-level people know about.

The large piece of patterned stone is engraved with complex magic patterns. The cold gray light flows smoothly and quickly over these mysterious lines.

The entire secret room is made up of this kind of zebra stone. The joints are glued with pure natural mazhuo secretion. It is not only strong, but as time goes by, the secretion in those joints will slowly activate, completely combining the two zebra stones.

Combined together, they become a whole.

The ground was covered with anti-fire rat skin, and more than a dozen small oval white stones were delicately carded and hung in the air to serve as a light source.

A large number of books and experimental materials were piled haphazardly on a sturdy and huge log bookcase.

Taking up almost half of the secret room, a thick table supported by durian logs was filled with a large amount of experimental equipment and data.

Camus was sitting on a hard burlap chair. The burlap wood was rough and hard, strong and difficult to cut, which was its advantage. Camus liked this uncomfortable roughness very much, which allowed him to stay awake and not be overwhelmed by luxury.

Things are confusing and keep him awake all the time.

Putting his palm on the handle of the chair, Camus used his sharp nails to pick at the handle habitually. Due to frequent picking, a deep pit had appeared there, and the rough wood exposed the debris of his hand, allowing Camus to calmly think about the problem.

The gemstone eyeballs were covered with a layer of earthy yellow halo, slowly rotating in Camus's eye sockets.

Standing up, Camus had a hesitation in his brows. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the amethyst crystal on the wall, and Camus couldn't help but pause.

Walking slowly to the Purple Halo Crystal, looking at the piles of dead bodies on the first floor, Camus' eyes flashed with determination.

The footsteps became brisk, and Camus quickly walked to the desk and fumbled for several rings and necklaces from the secret compartment.

Three rings of different styles and two exquisite pendants.

They are all space equipment, with a maximum size of more than ten cubic meters.

These were secretly collected by Camus. When he was dismembering and studying them, he requested that the equipment on the experimental subjects should not be removed, so that he could conduct targeted experiments through the equipment.

So taking advantage of this gap, Camus collected these space equipment.

Rings and necklaces are very ordinary, but when you immerse yourself in them, you will find the value of these gadgets.
Chapter completed!