After leaving the camp of this tribe, Luo Hou did not take advantage of the night to travel, but camped on a hidden mountain outside for a night.∮

The indigenous tribe, headed by Chief Phil, was killed by Luo Hou. There were no more powerful evolutionists in the tribe. It would be extremely difficult to resist the attacks of monsters in the future.

However, this has nothing to do with Luo Hou. These people dare to covet their spiritual pets and have the intention to kill them in their hearts. It would be a very kind thing not to slaughter their tribe.

After coming out of Phil's tribe, Luo Hou did not change his direction. He kept thinking about the slightly southerly direction in the west, but he did not meet too many high-level monsters again.

For more than ten days, he only hunted two holy-level monsters, but he killed more than a dozen monsters with heavenly power. It can be said that he cleaned up the high-level monsters in this area.

Facts have proved that Luo Hou's newly conquered spiritual pet Big Mouth, this scary toad, can exert huge combat power whether it is attacking monsters with lower strength than it or fighting monsters with the same level of strength.

Especially this guy's phantom attack, not only does the attack range make people desperate, but also the attack effect is very amazing.

Any monster with the strength of the heavenly level will die in the dreamland of the illusion once hit by the magic sound attack; and if the monster with the heavenly level is hit, it will instantly lose most of its combat power and become a soft-legged shrimp; even if a monster with the strength of the holy level is hastily attacked by this big toad, its strength will be 30% or 50%.

Such terrifying combat power basically became the dominant force in Luo Hou's battle to kill the two holy monsters, leaving the two holy monsters with no chance to escape.

At this point, Luo Hou became more and more satisfied with the strength of his spiritual pets. He felt that if he accidentally encountered a monster that surpassed the Saint-level strength at this time, he probably had enough chance to escape.

Isn't it enough for Luo Hou to escape in a short time?

If you really can't escape, you can only say that the existence beyond the holy level is really terrifying.

After heading southwest and hunting the two holy-level monsters, Luo Hou never had any decent gains. After that, he simply stopped looking for monsters, but rode the silver-scale red blood dragon and just rushed on the road.

Luo Hou thought that according to his travels during this period, he was almost leaving the African continent, right? Sure enough, after he had such an idea, he found endless coastlines in the southwest within less than half a day.

...

On the southern side of Africa's west coast, there used to be a medium-sized harbor.

Due to the recession of the world economy, the harbor gradually became depressed. Many people working here lost their jobs and finally had to leave the harbor city helplessly and go to other places to seek a living plan.

But there are also some native harbor people who are reluctant to leave this place where they have lived for generations and stick to it. They work hard and hope that the economy can recover in a short period of time.

However, what people are waiting for is not economic recovery. If the end of the world suddenly comes, the relatives and friends around them will suddenly become hateful, hideous and terrifying zombies, and launch a life-desperate attack on all living creatures.

However, thanks to the proliferation of gun weapons in this place, the surviving people quickly gained their footholds in the harbor. And while the zombies had not yet evolved powerful individuals, they used guns to kill all the zombies in the entire harbor city.

In the following years, survivors from various nearby places flocked to the harbor city because there were a few fishing boats that could provide people with enough food, so that they would not starve to death in a food-scarce world in the end of the world.

Gradually, this once harbor city has developed into the largest survivor settlement within a thousand miles of surrounding areas. There are nearly one million survivors, occupying a large area of ​​territory, forming a strong situation with the surrounding zombies and monsters.

With the recovery and development of the planting industry, the former food problems have been perfectly solved, and there is no need to worry about the source of salt when approaching the coast, so this survivor settlement has begun to show signs of prosperity.

Just two years ago, this large survivor settlement was given a new name - Nizburg.

Because the ruler of this survivor city, the most powerful city lord who has reached the peak of the ninth level, is called Niz.

This survivor city, now called Nizburg, has become a benchmark for all survivor settlements thousands of miles away. Almost every day, a large amount of supplies flows in from the surrounding area in exchange for the abundant salt and crops here, as well as those high-end monster materials.

It is said that the city lord Niz's private vault had accumulated various colored crystals as high as a hill in its private vault, and also had high-level monster materials in a warehouse, which was simply rich enough to rival a country.

However, never, oh, it should be that no one has dared to hit Lord Niz in the past two years.

Because Lord Niz is not only strong in combat, but also has a team of the most loyal high-level evolutionists under his command, whose strength can crush anyone with ill intentions.

Similarly, throughout Nizburg, there is a large team of guards belonging to Niz, patrolling the streets every day and charging stall fees for all vendors and other vendors.

Of course, the survivors of Nizburg actually had no objection to this. After all, Lord Niz led his team and paid too much to build this harbor city after the end of the world. It can be said that the entire city belongs to him, and it makes sense that the people living here pay some taxes.

Even among the survivors here, many people are proud to be able to join Lord Niz's guard. Although the selection of the guards was very strict when recruiting people, many young evolvers flocked to them.

Onur, as the captain of a team of the Guard Street Patrol Team, this tall and strong black guy barely reached the third level of Evolution.

Although he has only joined the street patrol team for a long time, Onur is still very satisfied with his current job. Although he does not worship Lord Niz as crazy as those old members, at least, in Onur's heart, Lord Niz is definitely one of the most powerful people in the world.

This idea lasted until this day...

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly, and the terrifying high temperature seemed to have to cook everyone. However, for the people in Nizburg, such weather was still considered a good weather. If it caught the strong winds on the ocean and then heavy rains and strong winds followed one after another, people would have to hide at home and dare not go out.

It is rare to encounter such weather. Almost all the evolvers and vendors who have stocked up in their hands came out and placed their own things on the street in exchange for shiny Yuanjing, and then use Yuanjing to buy the items they need.

A few years after the end of the world came, the bartering trading method at the beginning had long been eliminated by people, and the most valuable Yuan crystal began to become a fixed currency.

And compared with other things, Yuanjing is not only small in size and easy to carry, but also has clear ranks and very easy to estimate value, and is deeply loved by survivors.

Of course, as the captain of the sixth road of West Third Street, Onur also likes the shiny Yuanjing very much, and wishes to put all the Yuanjing he saw into his own pocket.

Of course, this is obviously impossible. If Onur dares to embezzle even a small gray crystal of the taxes collected every day, once found out from above, it will immediately be a heavy and desperate punishment waiting for him.

However, as the captain of the street patrol team in several nearby streets, Onur is still very famous in the eyes of these vendors. From time to time, someone will tactfully give him some filial piety. Although the money is not much, it is enough for Onur and the women he raised to live a good life.

As time goes by, Onur fell in love with this job more and more. Not only is he relaxed and has rich inputs on weekdays. Of course, it would be even better if he didn't have to contribute a "popularity" to his boss every month.

"Damn, sooner or later, I will climb up there too, and I don't have to do anything every day. Just collecting money will make my hands weak!"

This complaint has become Onur's greatest ideal at this stage.

The Sixth Street of West Third Street is not a famous street in Nizburg, and it can be said to be a relatively dirty street, and almost none of the industries related to monsters have been settled here.

This is why Onur is only the strength of a third-level evolver, but he has been operating as the captain of this street patrol team, because no big shot would be able to admire this mess and there is no place to be so oily.

The weather is very good today. I have been at home for several days. Onur, who feels that he is getting moldy all over, immediately summoned the members of his street patrol team and went out for a walk early.

The streets are full of vendors selling various crops and daily necessities.

The weather is so good, today's harvest will definitely be very good!

Thinking of this in my heart, Onur, who was in a very good mood, heard the terrified voice of a team member behind him-

"God, then, then...what is that!" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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