That night, Big Strong held Thorn in his arms.
Thorn "seductively" pulled out a crystal. "Big Strong, darling, this is an Advanced Crystal I found today. Take it."
It was a level-nine ice crystal, which would have been quite useful to Thorn as well, yet Thorn offered it to Big Strong.
Big Strong waved it away. "Use it yourself. I still have a level-ten flesh crystal."
But Thorn said, "You should use it. Rather than both of us getting stronger, we should put everything into making you stronger. That way, we'll have a chance to settle the score with the city lord of Dawn City."
"Besides, Big Strong, darling, you're more talented than I am."
Thorn kept calling him "Big Strong, darling."
That would have been fine coming from normal people, but these were two zombies. It was enough to give anyone goosebumps.
Big Strong was deeply troubled. How on earth could he convince Thorn to stop thinking about picking a fight with Chen Luo?
Thorn wasn't stupid, either, and wanted to wait until Big Strong was strong enough.
Big Strong couldn't exactly say, "That's my boss. I'm an undercover agent he planted among the zombies," could he?
All Big Strong could say was, "You must never act alone. Whatever you're planning, you have to tell me beforehand."
Thorn readily agreed.
Big Strong thoroughly enjoyed his current life. He now had over six hundred underlings, the vast majority of whom were already level seven.
Zombies evolved extremely quickly to begin with. They could evolve on their own without crystals, and devouring humans accelerated that process.
Only the very best survivors could keep pace with elite zombies.
These zombies were elites Big Strong had personally picked out.
His forces had grown considerably, especially after joining forces with Thorn.
It was fair