Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Hill lowered his head and took a serious look at the two undead girls. They were both probably the writers of his own biography.

He must be careful not to make any mistakes in front of them in the future. He really doesn't want to see this "Hill's Biography" one day.

As for sneaking into the Salar government, listening to the discussions of the nobles, or looking for information from the nobles.

Basically impossible.

Unless someone can really guarantee that they will work from 9 to 5 in the game, doing the most work and making the least money.

Here at Hill, Lao Mao is only required to work a little time every day, and he is not required to sit on the clock. Liszt will notify him if anything happens.

Salal's official officials would not be like this.

And even if the salary of officials in Salar is not low, it is impossible for them to earn the income of high-level professionals.

Maybe his annual salary is not as much as a high-level assignment.

It was also impossible for the nobles to gossip when there was an undead around.

What's the difference between that and talking nonsense to William?

As for using other methods to inquire, it is possible. After all, the Salar nobles still don't know much about what high-level professionals can do.

People who don't have any big secrets won't waste so much money setting up high-level defense arrays in their homes.

Hill thought for a while, and there was nothing wrong with him. The nobles knew about it, but the undead did not.

On the contrary it's pretty much the same.

Hill has nothing to fear, as long as he wears hairpins in the future.

Let these guys find it slowly!

With the fall of the three legends, the gate of Central City has been directly blasted to pieces.

The shots of the undead all entered Central City.

This is a prosperous city, with a large number of treehouses, dwarf roundhouses and human buildings in two styles in the center of the city. They are well-proportioned and have a unique flavor.

Even Hill, who is already very accustomed to the human architectural style of this world, felt his eyes lit up.

The undead like it even more. Many people in the giant screen are looking for a house they like more.

However, soon, their faces turned ugly.

This city is a hell for human slaves and monsters.

Behind the dwarf roundhouse, there was a large number of slaughterhouses, and the bits and pieces of various monsters were scattered on the ground.

Probably because they were eager to leave, many of the monsters had just been slaughtered not long ago. Only part of their internal organs and flesh and blood were taken away, and the other parts were just thrown on the ground.

Most of the people in the Snow Cloud Peak Alliance went to the dwarves.

Many of them have Warcraft friends and are now filled with anger.

They have the innate ability to identify and know that the dead ones are all intermediate-level monsters or above.

They are all intelligent creatures, just like the talking and coquettish animal friends around them.

When we meet on the battlefield, naturally the brave one wins and the loser dies.

Even if they encounter mid-to-high-level monsters in the wild, they will kill them without hesitation.

If it were just the corpse of a monster, these undead people probably wouldn't be so angry.

But the expressions on the heads of the death beasts discarded on the ground were all twisted and painful.

The dwarves cut off the desired internal organs and drained the blood of the monsters while they were still alive.

Cruel and disgusting.

For this alliance, which has a large number of Warcraft friends, they are not willing to see their friends of the same race die in such a way, broken into pieces, and dying with their eyes open.

The people of the Snow Cloud Peak Alliance began to search the dwarf roundhouses. At the same time, they released their Warcraft friends. Amidst their miserable cries, they piled all the Warcraft corpses they found in a small square and burned them directly. .

In the blazing fire, the undead, like their Warcraft friends, had vengeful fury on their faces.

The undead are all protective of their own shortcomings. For the sake of their Warcraft friends, their blades will be pointed directly at the dwarves.

Nothing was found near the elf's tree house.

Except flowers and trees.

They separate their place from the humans clearly with plenty of thorns and dwarves.

He just seems to be disdainful.

But they still live in this nightmare-like city, neither hearing the wails of monsters nor seeing the misery of humans.

In the human place, the undead stood solemnly, their faces ugly, and many girls couldn't help crying.

The place where the slaves lived was in the woods behind the human buildings, without any cover.

The man probably had to do physical work, and it was a little better. Although his face was numb, he still knew how to form a circle and block the woman and child in the middle.

The women are all skinny and have sallow complexions.

However, behind him was a child with a big head and a body as big as a stick.

There are a large number of slaves in every forest. There is no wall in the forest, but no slave dares to escape.

The undead were surrounding the perimeter and when they didn't know what to do, the black smoke from the Xueyun Peak Alliance frightened the slaves.

The slaves who were standing tremblingly suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

They were afraid that these new professionals would burn them to death directly.

But even so, no one ran away, they just waited numbly for their fate.

It just makes people feel miserable.

The humans in this city probably no longer consider themselves human beings.

Otherwise, why would he treat his own people like this?

"We are the army of Salar, the human kingdom." A clear little girl's voice sounded, "We will not harm humans easily. Slaves will also be raised well."

The little Lolita in a white gauze skirt put away the staff in her hand and slowly walked towards the slaves, "As long as you are obedient, you will live well. Salar is short of people, and the slaves who farm the land have to follow. Other countries are buying it! As long as you know how to farm, you can survive!"

After the slaves heard this, they raised their heads slightly and looked at the little girl-like adult.

The undead have quickly pushed all the loli and shota in front of the crowd.

Seeing the warm smiles on these cute and childish faces, the slaves slowly got up and walked to the square in the center of the city according to the instructions of the undead.

There, the undead have prepared tables and chairs for registration, as well as a large amount of food.

"Is that the patriarch of the PVE family?" Xiao Chenhuan said, "Is his name Leng Lie? He's very powerful!"

"It's him." Old Mao said, "He is always thoughtful and always ranks first in the dungeon racing rankings."

The undead all applauded.

They are also very angry, but the most miserable place has been blocked after all, so they can bear it.

You can also understand what Leng Lie means.

These numb slaves who have been tortured will not believe it if they are directly told that they will be liberated.

All they think about is surviving, not living well.

Only after you have recovered your health and recovered a little mentally can you talk to them about the future.

"Is it strange? Why didn't this place open the gate to the abyss in the first place?" Yue Xiaoluo said keenly, "Compared to the human kingdom, is this place more evil?"