.Fifty-eight butterflies traveling through time and space, the destruction of the elves

The Destruction of the Fifty-Eight Elves (2

"Hot! So hot! So hot!"

Hearing Admiral Paris's mumbling moans, Chief Gilbert, who knew the best of things like zombies, his face suddenly became even more ugly. He almost lost his blood on the spot.

"Damn it, it happened so soon." He reached out anxiously to touch the admiral's hot forehead. These words almost popped out from his teeth. Then he turned around and put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. He sighed in great pain. "General Daniel, please feel sorry for your compassion. Lord Paris... I'm afraid there is not much time."

"What?" Daniel's eyes suddenly widened. "So quickly!"

"Yes. The plague has already occurred." Gilbert briefly explained. "This special plague specially used to create zombies can cause the infected person to have a fever in an instant. It will completely burn the infected person's brain in three to five minutes and destroy his consciousness.

Theoretically, he had been dead from that time on. Then, this guy will become a cruel zombie who is completely dominated by instinct. He will jump up and attack others..."

"Wake up. Wake up. Old guy! Wake up. Old guy Paris! I don't have time to procrastinate!"

As soon as he heard this, Daniel immediately took his colleague in his arms, shook his heart desperately, and tried hard to wake him up.

"Enough. Stop shaking. My bones are almost falling apart."

In the midst of this crazy tremor that seemed to be a magnitude ten, Paris finally opened his eyes barely and saw his situation clearly. He actually smiled slightly: "Already on the water of the Mamali River? That's good. At least you are safe..."

"Paris!" Daniel felt that his tears were about to fall. Before coming to the Mazka continent to colonize, he was either in the army or in government departments. He didn't know Admiral Paris for too long. But after more than half a year, he had carried a gun together, squatted through prison together, and had a friendship with the hardcore guys who had been on the battlefield together... He couldn't help but secretly regret it in his heart. When he stopped the zombies and followed him, he had to sprinkle all the last bit of holy water? It was enough to have a "fossil into mud" spell blocking the way!

"Ahem. Don't look so ugly. Daniel. I heard it all just now. I know that I have always been unlucky. I have been dealing with waves and hurricanes all my life. At the end, I was inexplicably sent to the shore. I brought a group of sailors to the ravine. I first broke my legs in the mountains and then died all my subordinates on the battlefield. Then I was stuffed into the cell. Now I was about to die... Haha. I can escape from the battlefield. I should be content with it even more. After all, I am a soldier. I should not hope that I can live safely until I grow old and die on a warm and soft bed."

Under the complex gaze of his companions, Admiral Paris said with a smile. A burst of violent coughing kept rolling out of his throat. In just a few dozen seconds, his lips had completely lost their blood. They were drying and cracking. His body was as hot as a soldering iron. Even his skin was drying up and his hair was falling off.

"Don't listen to our random talk. If it's okay, you will be fine!" Daniel couldn't help feeling depressed. But he still refused to admit defeat in his mouth. "Persevere. We will cure you..."

Don't lie to me. My own body. I know. I'm going to die soon and I'll probably become a zombie in the future!" Spit out a mouthful of black blood. The admiral said with difficulty. "A priest who serves the gods was infected into an undead creature. This is really ironic..."

"No. You won't become a zombie. I won't make you a zombie!" The holy water was exhausted and there was no way out. Daniel could only comfort his colleagues in front of him with his life. "We will have a way if we hold on for a while."

Daniel, old friend, don’t comfort me. Let me say... and finish speaking. There is no more time!"

He spit out a few blood-filled sticky sputum. Admiral Paris used all his last bit of strength and slowly spoke up, "I'm very happy. At the last moment of my life, there are friends to accompany me. Moreover, my sacrifice is not worthless. So I don't want to become such a terrifying zombie... If I'm about to become a zombie, please shoot me to death as soon as possible. Remember, don't shoot me!"

He barely raised his hand and pointed at his Yang**. "Attack here. My head and shot the head!" Speaking of this, the navy seemed to have been exhausted for the last bit of physical strength. He twitched again and closed his eyes.

"This..." Daniel struggled in his heart. He was really unhappy to send a good friend who had lived and died on his way. But in this desperate situation, Daniel was also responsible for other friends on the raft. He could not allow such a fatal dangerous factor to exist around him for too long... But how could he do it?

"General Daniel. Watching his colleague die little by little, I know you feel bad."

The suffocating low pressure. Chief Gilbert stood up barely and handed the loaded pistol to Daniel's hand. "But for the safety of you and all of us, and for the safety of the General's own heart..."

"Shut up!" Daniel roared in pain. A cold flashed in his eyes. Gilbert shrank back in fear. But he still took the pistol and pointed the gun at Admiral Paris who fainted again... At this time, the Admiral suddenly trembled all over. His pupils gradually turned red. White foam flowed out of the corners of his mouth. He was about to turn into a zombie.

"The gods are above! General Danny. He is about to become a zombie!"

Seeing this terrible sign, Gilbert and several other soldiers were scared to the edge of the sub-blade. Stay away from Paris's body as much as possible. Even the voice began to tremble violently. "Shoot quickly! Do you want to wait for him to bite you to death?"

Daniel's facial muscles twitched sharply, pressing his trembling fingers onto the board machine, but he couldn't go down.

"Aowoo!"

After a storm of extreme pain, Admiral Paris finally turned into a bloodthirsty zombie. His skin was twisted and withered. The pair of sharp ears representing the identity of an elf shrank into a ball. He had terrifying blood-red eyes, and his sharp steel teeth were wide open, and he howled and gnawed at Daniel's throat!

Lieutenant General Daniel couldn't bear to get into his eyes. Crystal tears flashed between the corners of his eyes.

"Bang!" The bullet shot out against the sun. The skull was drilled into the face. The red blood and white brain splashed his hands and face.

Admiral Paris, whose head was blown, suddenly froze. Then he fell heavily back to the wet raft. Daniel sat down without eyes. His heart felt like he was blocked by a pile of cotton. He couldn't breathe no matter how hard he was.

At this moment, sailing on the other boy in front of him, a rapid and sharp alarm whistle came. The fugitives who were in a daze turned their heads and looked at them. Then they were stunned at the same time.

A dark outline gradually jumped out from the water surface in the lower reaches of the Mamali River. At first, it was blurred white dots, and then expanded into full sails. Finally, the complete hull rose from the horizontal line, as if it was floating on the water.

Most of the sails are white or gray. They are painted with green leaf patterns representing the Elf Kingdom - a warship's pole flutters on the top of the pole. Most of them embroidered the special badges of their fleet. And behind the combat fleet, there are more wide-body and fat civilian inland merchant ships, which seem to be to transport baggage troops.

Various double small cargo ships, single speedboats, three shallow-water sailing ships, inland sailing and battleships, flat-panel towing barges... and simple transportation rafts filled with cargo almost filled the entire river. At first glance, I saw countless dense black dots gathered into a huge fleet of imposing ships in the blink of an eye. They came from a vast distance, and poles were like forest sails, shadows like clouds, flags flying, covering the sky and the sun. Among this flying flag, there was a side with purple silk as the base, embroidered with enchantment lines to embroider the pattern surrounding the crown. It looked like the most eye-catching ornate flag that represented the noble emblem of the Golden Elf royal family on Yongju Island!

The Wang family's crusade fleet, commanded by Queen Akdina herself, finally arrived in Cusco City.

"Everyone is ready. Raise the white flag and hold on quickly!"

The fugitives stood on the raft. They looked at the huge fleet for a while and were stunned for a while. Lieutenant General Daniel, the highest rank, woke up first and ordered loudly. "One person will inform Her Majesty the Queen. What happened in this city? Our country can no longer lose more troops. And it is such a meaningless sacrifice."

"But..." A military policeman stood up hesitantly and said hesitantly. "That... general..."

"What?" Daniel frowned. "Can you still be interested in the rebellious gang headed by Marshal Cruze. You are unwilling to turn your back to Her Majesty the Queen?"

"No! I am absolutely willing to be loyal to Her Majesty the Queen!" Seeing a circle of bad eyes surrounded by blame, the military police was so scared that they sweated on their foreheads. They were afraid that someone would pierce their hearts and make a statement. "It's like this. General. Let's shoot the white flag. But... there is no such thing around us at all. There is not even white cloth!"

Lieutenant General Daniel was stunned. He turned his eyes around everyone. Then he felt a little feverish on his face because it was a tropical area. His upper body was only wearing a dark green military single dress, and his lower body was black breeches or camouflage shorts. As for luggage, they all fell on the way to escape. There was indeed not even a white shirt around him.

In an instant, a small raft was shrouded in a silence and embarrassment.

After a while...
Chapter completed!