I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

"Hehehehe..."

"Why wasn't there any prior notice of Lord Rand's arrival...?"

"I'm so sorry I didn't greet you properly..."

As the zombie dealer spoke, he pulled a dusty eyeball from the pile of junk behind him and shoved it hard into his empty left eye socket.

"It seems that human language has become more and more fluent in just a few days."

Rand put down his briefcase and loosened the tie that was tightly around his neck.

He wasn't doing this because he couldn't breathe or anything, since zombies don't need to breathe either.

It was simply because Rand had watched a lot of human movies and TV shows lately and thought the move was cool, so he learned it.

And he didn't want to be as tense everywhere as he was in the zombie office.

"Since the new district opened, the performance of the area I'm responsible for has consistently lagged behind the average..."

"I heard that District 32 has selected a model zombie this time."

"That guy did nothing, and all of humanity died in infighting, leaving corpses everywhere for him to harvest their brains... When do you think I'll get to receive this windfall?"

"Anything is possible... Lord Rand..."

The zombie dealer rubbed his hands together menacingly, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"By the way, how much equipment does Lord Rand plan to purchase this time...?"

"Hmm... let me see..."

Rand pulled out the purchasing list from his briefcase.

"Five hundred iron barrels, two hundred iron doors, one hundred sets of miners' picks and helmets, three hundred tombstones..."

"Finally, add a rugby suit."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The zombie dealer's head trembled with excitement, nearly knocking out his newly installed eyeballs.

Normally, zombies have to save up money to buy their own equipment.

Zombie dealers only make small, scattered amounts of money.

But every time they encounter a difficult area to conquer, the area manager is at his most troubled, while the zombie dealers are happiest.

Because the Zombie Council will allocate a large sum of money to upgrade the zombie equipment in the area.

Even before Rand appeared, the zombie dealers had anticipated that Rand would make a large purchase.

But he didn't expect it to be such a large-scale undertaking.

This is simply the biggest order of his life!

It seems the Zombie Council is determined to crack this tough nut this time.

"We can't supply all the goods here at once. Headquarters can deliver them all before midnight tomorrow. What do you think..."

"no problem."

Rand waved his hand.

Having solved the problem of zombie equipment, he still had one more thing to do.

Let's take a look at the defensive capabilities of Zone 1.

After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle.

Rand turned and slowly walked out of the forest.

We passed through many zombie-infested areas along the way.

These ordinary zombies will only attack the courtyard when they receive an attack command.

At this moment, most of the zombies are wandering aimlessly in the forest.

Some repeatedly counted the three or four coins in their hands, but the simple brains of ordinary zombies could not support such a simple task.

"One, two..."

"How many were we counting to again?"

"Count again... one, two...."

Rand was used to this; some zombies always found it amusing, counting the meager sums in their hands over and over again.

But the behavior of an ordinary zombie near a ravaged thicket left him somewhat puzzled.

He could see from afar that the zombie was pointing at the air.

Even though there was nothing in front of him, he stared at the air, his stiff features contorting into expressions of confusion and shock, almost as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

Did this zombie have some kind of disease before it died?

Trying to make an expression... Could it be an intelligent zombie?

Rand, curious, stepped forward.

The zombie was clearly startled when it saw Rand appear, and then its exposed eyes began to move up and down, scrutinizing Rand's suit.

His mouth gaped open, his eyes wide, as if he had discovered something unbelievable; his eyeballs finally popped out of their sockets...

Chen Yang only felt his left eye go black, and then he lost his vision in the left half of his eye.

"You're new here, aren't you? I'm Rand, the regional manager."

"Work hard under me from now on."

Rand picked up the eyeball that had fallen to the ground, dusted it off, and handed it to Chen Yang, who was still in a daze.

However, Chen Yang was still in an overloaded state and did not react to Rand's behavior.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up!"

Seeing that the zombie in front of him was still standing still and unresponsive, Rand pressed the eyeball directly into Chen Yang's eye socket.

"I thought I'd discovered a smart zombie, but it seems I was overthinking it..."

"It's probably just that he had some kind of mental illness before he died..."

Rand muttered to himself as he walked away, leaving Chen Yang bewildered in the wind.

Can I see with my left eye again?

A talking zombie?

Wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase?!

After being in this world for so long, have I finally gone crazy?

Chen Yang found it difficult to process all this information.

Everything that happened in those few minutes was beyond his comprehension.

It all started an hour earlier.

Just like yesterday, Chen Yang took advantage of the darkness and quietly sneaked into the forest.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, Chen Yang became a little bolder.

He discovered that the zombies seemed to have rather poor perception.

As long as I don't make too much noise and stay out of their sight, I can manage.

By doing these two things, he can safely infiltrate.

To increase his flexibility, he didn't bring the Golden Shovel, but only had the Void Burrowing Spike accompany him.

After bypassing several zombie-infested areas, Chen Yang trudged through the depths of the forest with great difficulty.

Until they encountered a strange plant.

In the middle of a clearing in the forest, a grayish-white potato stood quietly.

It is larger than a regular potato, without bright colors or intricate patterns, and doesn't even have a single leaf.

It looks like an underdeveloped plant.

At that moment, Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat.

There was no other reason than that he recognized this plant.

Imitators!

The gray eggplants are all the same in shape!

Although this imitator is somewhat green.

But the forest was dimly lit, so Chen Yang didn't think too much about it.

After all, the Imitator is a rare and precious plant that is extremely difficult to obtain in Plants vs. Zombies.

Its unique ability is that it can mimic any other plant.

This gives players two chances to use the same plant!

I never expected to make such a discovery deep in the forest.

Chen Yang hid behind the bushes and directed the Void Burrowing Spikes to quickly eliminate the few zombies wandering around him before striding toward the gray-white eggplant in the center of the open space.

Imitators!

I am coming!