"Oh my god, why are there so many elite zombies!"

"F*ck, are they going to let us live!?"

"Don't f*cking step back. There's no more space here!"

"Get lost! The elite zombies are coming. Why don't you f*cking go up and fight them?!"

The crowd suddenly became chaotic, and everyone kept retreating.

How many people would dare to go up against a real elite zombie?

Previously, when they dared to hunt elite zombies in the wild, there was a clear division of labor.

But now, there were so many elite zombie monsters. How could they form up teams and divide tasks right away?

If they were careless, they would only end up dead.

"Ahhhhh!"

Screams continued to ring out.

For a time, people were being eaten by zombies.

And although more zombies died, the humans couldn't handle the numbers!

Especially those elite monsters.

There were hundreds of them!

They were like bulldozers reaping human lives!

The humans could only retreat continuously.

When one-third of the humans in the stronghold were dead, someone started shouting.

"Sir Founder, why aren't you doing anything?"

"Yes, please help us fight against the zombies. Otherwise, we'll all die!"

"You're so strong. You can definitely help us defeat these zombies!"

People in the crowd kept shouting.

"Master, the humans in the stronghold really can't hold on any longer. Should we..." Gungart said.

"Help? They have already left the stronghold, and the protection fee has been confiscated. How can we help?" Stark revealed a devilish smile.

"Don't tell me Master means... Oh! I understand!" Gungart seemed to get Stark's meaning. The corners of his mouth curled into a mysterious smile.

He took a deep breath and suddenly thundered, "You've offended Master previously, so Master said that since you've already left the stronghold, we can't help you with this. Everyone, rely on your own abilities to survive!"

Hearing this, the crowd was instantly dumbfounded.

"What? I didn't say that!"

"I didn't say it either. It was those other idiots who said it. Please, Lord Founder, no, no! Please help us, Master!"

"We are people of this stronghold. We won't leave. Whoever f*cking said that they would leave just now, I'll break his legs!"

"That's right. I am a person of the stronghold and a ghost of the stronghold even if I die. I will never leave the stronghold even if I am beaten to death. Please help us. I beg you!"

"My daughter is only eight years old. She's still young. She shouldn't die here!"

The crowd immediately started begging for mercy.

"It's not impossible for us to help you. The base has no money or resources to fight against zombies. Our master is not satisfied.

"So you..."

Gungart said again.

He understood what Stark had said.

There was no protection fee for helping these humans, so why should he help them?

The zombies were coming, and they wanted their benefits. If they didn't take it now, what else could they do?

"We'll pay! We'll pay right now!"

"Yeah! The protection fee is not a problem. Just save us!"

"This elite zombie is too powerful. As long as you save me, I'll give you all my crystals!"

The crowd immediately responded.

Gungart also looked at Stark.

How much protection fee to collect was naturally not something he could decide at the moment.

"When I came in, it was 2,000 crystals. Now that I've saved their lives, it should be several times more than that. Let's make it 4,000 crystals." Stark thought for a while, then extended four fingers to Gungart.

Gungart couldn't help but wipe his sweat when he saw that.

Then, he said directly, "Master just said that each of you will get 40,000 crystals. Otherwise, you can face the zombies yourself!"

"Puff!"

Stark almost spat out a mouthful of soda in his hands.

His finger meant 4,000 crystals.

He didn't expect Gungart to be even more greedy than him, asking for 40,000 crystals.

If he could collect all of it, it would definitely be a vast fortune!

"F*ck, 40,000!"

"Damn it. It was only 2,000 before, now it's 20 times more!"

"Do you have to do this? We don't have that much!"

"I'll give it to you! I'll sell all my equipment! Please hurry up and take action. The zombies are about to rush in front of me!"

"Me too, I can't take it anymore! I'd rather give up my equipment than die here!"

Although the crowd had caused a commotion because of the 40,000, they were still covered up by the cries for help in the blink of an eye.

"Master, look, they have already agreed on this side. Do you want to..." Gungart said respectfully to Stark.

"Go," Stark said.

They had already promised 40,000, so how could he not act?

This was simply taking advantage of the disaster to rob.

However, it was also in line with Stark's intentions.

They chose their own path. If they didn't learn a lesson, they would never learn.

As for being afraid that they would cheat?

Hehe, as long as they were afraid of death and stayed in the stronghold, Stark had 10,000 ways to make them hand over the money.

"Go, my undead army!"

Stark also began to move.

Facing these zombies, even if the people in the stronghold didn't beg for mercy, Stark would still take the initiative to attack.

These miscellaneous zombies meant heaps of experience!

In the densely packed zombie army, black beams of light appeared.

Within a radius of a thousand meters, the humans who were lying in pools of blood suddenly had blue flames coming out of their eyes.

Then, they stood up expressionlessly.

"Kill!"

Along with a roar, these dead human beings charged into the zombie army without fear.

For a moment, the sudden attack made a huge hole in the zombies' bodies.

In the dead crowd, a figure stepped on their shoulders and leaped toward the elite zombies like a jumping elf.

"Ah! Help!"

"How can this elite zombie be so terrifying?"

In front of a zombie that was as tall as a building and as muscular as Hulk, a few human beings fell to the ground, their faces filled with fear.

They had only managed to block one attack.

They were already in complete despair!

In the face of absolute strength, they would die without putting up any resistance.

And just when they thought that they were going to die...

Suddenly, an extremely fast figure rushed in front of them.

"Roar!"

In an instant, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

That figure slashed out with his sword at that colossal elite monster... Blood splattered all over the ground.

"What?! It was just a single slash!"

"He's the man who beat the founders just now! So strong!"

The humans that had been saved were so excited that tears streamed down their faces.

"Looks like the humans still have a long way to go."

Stark glanced at the few figures he had saved, and a trace of indifference flashed through his eyes.

It had already been a week.

It was only a single zombie tide that had broken through the human stronghold.

What if it was a mutated beast tide next time?

Or the even more terrifying insect race?

The humans would probably die even faster!

While Stark was thinking, his movements did not stop at all.

His entire body charged straight towards the zombie tide, like a savage dragon shuttling through a black river, sweeping through everything!