The Battle Queen Came Back with Her Husbands (Joanna) novel Chapter 342

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“But after the leader went out and came back, he was gravely wounded. Now he’s dead.”

When he mentioned the ostrich, he swallowed hard, clearly starving to the brink.

There was no more information.

But it was only two miles. One glance would tell her everything.

Joanna switched Power Siphon back to an offensive skill, activated Astral Step, and took a single stride into the air.

Her gaze locked onto the botanical garden–and she immediately saw an enormous tree.

Its branches were long enough to lash out and whip zombies aside.

Yet it ignored humans completely. Beneath its trunk stood a small tent.

It was sheltering them.

A flash of insight struck Joanna like lightning.

She understood.

This dungeon was Migration–Type–not a defense mission.

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As long as she led these humans to the Peace Tree, the mission would be complete–and along the way, zombie attacks would be inevitable. NPCs would die. Continuous healing was essential.

That was the core of this dungeon.

Once she grasped it all, Joanna immediately began organizing.

First, she counted heads.

There were 999 people in the underground parking lot.

That’s a ton. Any kid who’s been on a spring field trip knows–one class is thirty–something, ten classes together is a chirping. chattering mess.

It was total chaos.

And these NPCs had minds of their own. Some didn’t want to leave.

If they stayed, they would die. If they died, the dungeon rating would drop.

“You don’t get a vote!”

At Joanna’s command, Caspian began to play.

Merfolk’s Enchanting Voice activated. The crowd moved like sleepwalkers, gathering neatly into formation, a single thought filling

their minds.

10:52 am M M M M

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Head toward the Peace Tree.

“Clear out every zombie nearby. These NPCs are fragile.”

Joanna gave the order.

Nighthowl and Alwyn rushed out, wiping out every zombie in the vicinity.

Lucien and Caspian had larger–scale destruction skills, and Troy wasn’t suited for crowd combat. The three of them held back.

Within minutes, the zombies were cleared.

Joanna formed the survivors into a square formation. Under Water Shield and Lunar Aegis, they advanced toward the botanical garden.

Their pace varied. Even without zombie attacks, some survivors were losing HP, barely clinging to life.

A closer look at it clearly indicates starvation.

“This must be an Apocalyptic Survival Dungeon Studies specialty,” Joanna muttered. She was used to blood–and–blade dungeons. This type? Not her strength.

She checked her spatial storage–delicate pastries, high–grade food.

She picked the lowest–stat item and handed it over.

Thud.

The survivor dropped to her knees instantly.

“Thank you, awakened one–thank you, thank you!”

She stuffed food into her mouth frantically, eyes darting in terror, afraid someone might steal it.

This was the most natural reaction of a survivor in the apocalypse.

These apocalypse dungeons were based on real catastrophes. This woman had likely starved to death during the migration long

ago.

“Please… do you have more food? I can’t take it anymore”

“Please, just a little!”

“I can starve–but my child is still young. Please, feed my child!”

“Silence. Hold formation. Caspian.”

Caspian’s fingers moved across the strings.

The melody drew them in again. The shouting stopped.

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