1510 Can't Waste Them!
Zombie crane and zombie crow remains plummeted continuously from the sky along with fireballs that crashed to the ground.
The people on either side of the city gate tower were mainly in charge of erecting a line of defense to prevent these zombies from seizing an opportunity to flank the city from the east and west gates.
Compared to their friends who were facing the zombie army head-on, the mystic cultivators on the sides had it somewhat easier.
Additionally, as the mystic cultivators that got transferred were continuously filling in the gaps, with the next group immediately replacing the previous group, the previous group could rest for at least four hours.
The battle lasted the entire night. By dawn, the zombie's tattered limbs and remains had been heaped up into the size of mountains at the north city gate of the Mo Capital Fortification.
Suddenly, Qiao Mu squinted her eyes as she eyed some sparkling things in the dirt.
Those were the cores that dropped out from the dead zombies' brains.
Right now, she was already certain that zombies who possessed cores in their brains could be considered intermediate-level zombies.
Additionally, that zombie with wings that Mo Lian had shot down from the sky was likely a semi-matured intermediate-level zombie.
Probably a level-two or level-three intermediate-level zombie.
In her previous life, she saw this kind of intermediate-level zombie with cores in their brains when she was around 18.
At that time she was not aware that this kind of zombie with the ability to think and command other zombies had actually already evolved to the intermediate level.
Because Fan Qiuhe had captured her for his experiments not long afterwards, strictly speaking, her knowledge from the memories of her previous life ended at level-five elementary-rank zombies.
She was still studying this kind of intermediate-level zombie at present.
Furthermore, she still did not know whether those sparkly cores from the zombies' brains were useful to them or not.
She was only reflexively collecting this kind of "core" because of the commendable habit she had developed from her experience of being a pauper. She was calling them cores for the time being since they looked pretty much the same as mystic beast cores.
Of course, the cores from the intermediate-level zombies' brains were obviously much, much smaller than mystic beast cores. Furthermore, just like how not all mystic beasts' brains produced cores, the probability of these zombies' brains producing these cores was also quite low.
Therefore, that was even more reason not to waste them!
"Younger Sis, what are you doing!" Xiao Mi jumped in fright as she reflexively caught a certain child who was about to leap down the city wall.
Uh…
She had acted a bit too impatiently!
She didn't expect that her body would move by itself when her mind was revolving around the notion of "gotta pick up all these cores!"
Qiao Mu turned around and blinked her eyes innocently at Xiao Mi. "I, I'm not doing anything. I just wanted to look down, to look… look at the scenery!"
Crown Prince Mo couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard this while he was striding over. When he glimpsed the little fellow's guilty expression, he practically did not need to even guess to know what she wanted to do.
After walking up to her, Crown Prince Mo pulled her restless body into his arms before glancing down the city gate tower. "Don't be anxious. When we clear up the battlefield afterwards, these will all be yours."
Xiao Mi, who was forcefully smacked with some PDA: …
If I may ask, Your Highness the Crown Prince and the esteemed Your Excellency the Crown Prince Consort, what the hell are you two talking about? Why didn't she understand!
However, Qiao Mu cleared her throat with a poker face as she waved her petite paw. "It's not like I want them too much."
"Right, exactly. It's Hubby who insists on giving them to you."
Xiao Mi: …
Are you two finished yet!
