Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Probably it is this small tune, the toxicity is really high.

The undead didn't even stop, singing and rushing to the walls of the magical kingdom.

I don’t know who it was and changed his words again: "Brother, dare you come back~ be careful of your skin~ brother, you jumped downstairs~ be careful of your hoof~"

Following a happy footstep, accompanied by the rhythm of the movement, the undead race rushed towards the wall without fear of death.

The densely flying mages made the people of the magical country completely desperate.

They didn't even think about surrendering from the people of the magical country. The experience package was needed anyway, and it hurts to lose one.

Hill saw that William was already on his throne, and he was slapped with his legs.

Spencer looked at him helplessly, then turned his head and squeezed out a smile at Hill: "Your Majesty the King has always regarded you as his own, so Hill should be more at ease!"

Hill could only smile and nodded: "I know." He focused his attention on the giant screen, not wanting to see His Majesty the King who was following the minor tune.

Hill felt that William's only patience was to sing with the undead in front of the people in the hall.

If there were only him and Spencer, he would definitely sing along!

The undead took down this city very quickly, and the well-informed high-ranking nobles ran away long ago, leaving only civilians who didn't know anything, and abandoned soldiers and low-ranking officers.

Facing the attack of the undead, the city wall didn't even form an effective protection.

"Did they know that the big devil was guarding outside?" Spencer, who was sitting next to Hill, quickly understood.

After all, he is a military general from a nobleman, and he can analyze the situation on the opposite side after a while.

He looked at Hill and asked in a puzzled way: "Didn't you say that the devil is better than the devil? Why is it still like this?"

"Devils are very selfish creatures, and so are their subordinates." Hill frowned. "Their so-called lawfulness is also based on the premise that it does not affect their own interests.

Evil is evil.

Devil's actions may harm others and disadvantage themselves. They are only happy for a while, or suddenly think about it. Normal people simply don't understand why they do it.

Although the devil is very cunning, covering up their existence layer by layer, they will kill people and set fires for their own benefit.

There is nothing good or bad between them, they are all evil.

They are all massacres, and if the devil will let a few humans who have a good relationship with them feel that they can communicate, this kind of people are either too stupid to save, or badly selfish.

If someone tells you that the devil is better than the devil, he must be trying to cheat you. "

Spencer thought for a while, "But the former president of the Mage Association said that if he is on the verge of death, he can ask the devil for help, as long as he completes its exchange terms.

It's better than death. "

Hill sneered: "Dela Cruz, he has dealt with the devil, his style of doing things is not normal. Don't listen to him, there will always be a result between him and the devil.

If he is serious about telling you that the devil is a slightly better existence, then he will lose his soul sooner or later.

If the devil wants a soul, it takes hundreds of thousands of years, that's normal. "

"He is one of the most powerful wizards in our world..." Spencer glanced at Hill and reluctantly added one, probably because he was afraid that Hill would think he didn't respect Frank, "Will that also lose? Can you remind him?"

"Maybe he can live with determination," Hill said nonchalantly, "but the devil will entangle him until he dies. As long as he doesn't put his soul on the gaming table, there will be no problem.

You don't need to worry about him, and there is no way for others to remind him.

For someone like De La Cruz, what others say is useless, he only believes in himself.

Don't follow him.

The devil is a creature that is very good at rhetoric. The most complimenting noble you have ever seen in Salar, there is no lower-level devil in his words.

De La Cruz dared to do this, he knew the words of the devil, and he was absolutely careful.

As for you, just remember not to give any verbal promises to the devil, and not to sign your name on anything the devil gives. "

Spencer was a little stupid, but still nodded that he would never do anything wrong.

Hill threw a few knight novels to him: "The contents of these knight novels are actually the same, no different from those fools in our world who dream that all beauties will fall in love with him.

However, the tavern tunes in these books are very interesting, you can take a look, they are all the devil's bargain.

People in this world are not stupid, they just don't have a channel to speak up.

These so-called wine girl minor tunes are what the author really wants to say. "

Spencer took the book and read it.

William on the throne waved, and a book flew directly into his hand.

"When did Dela Cruz talk to you about this topic, why don't I know." William's expression was a little cold, and his voice became low.

"When I decided to follow His Majesty the King here, many people came to see me off and gave me many gifts. Mr. De La Cruz also gave me some high-level potions and self-defense armor.

I can feel that he really said that for my sake, so I felt strange when I saw this kind of scene.

What I don't understand is why the legendary mage felt that the devil could still deal with him. Spencer read the book without looking up, "but no matter what he says, of course I will ask His Majesty before making a decision."

And I didn't believe what he said.

Only thinking that Mr. Hill had just studied the devil and might know a little bit, I asked him. "

William's expression relaxed. If De La Cruz stretched his hand to someone he trusted, it is estimated that William would directly notify the God of Time and Space to kill the legendary mage.

As for the result of Dela Cruz's temptation by the devil, William and Hill didn't care much about whether or not the legendary mage would offer his soul to a certain devil in the end.

Hill glanced at William, and both of them knew how hard-hearted Spencer was.

Of course he would not beg the devil for himself, but if one day, William was in danger, Spencer would never mind betraying his soul.

And Dela Cruz would say to Spencer that it must be the devil who expressed his covetousness for the soul of the loyal knight.

William looked at his gentle smile, with a hint of coldness.

If De La Cruz fell into William's hands in the future, it would be difficult to leave alive.

Hill looked at the giant screen, the undead who had rushed to the center of the city like a broken bamboo, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The path of that legendary mage really got narrower and narrower.

The undead formed an array in the central square of that city and slapped it heavily under the ground of the square.

Then some mages who learned alchemy completed the semi-finished formation completely by holding the alchemy pen and following the order marked on the tablet.

The corner of Hill's mouth twitched.

The number cursors arranged in 1, 2, 3, 4 downset Hill, who is an alchemist.

Although there are not many such foolish alchemy patterns, each of them makes an alchemist like Hill want to criticize the sky.

But Hill can't scold him. The alchemy formation that can be combined with the formations was sold to William by Fran.

If William went to mine three or four times because he bought something from Hill, then Flange might let him go once a month.

It took half an hour for the undead to finally make this formation take shape.

Even though they have all learned alchemy, they are still messy with their pens, and they may make mistakes when drawing with the digital cursor.

Otherwise, the task should be finished in five minutes.

Fortunately, this kind of formation has a high error tolerance rate, and those undead who portray the formation have also practiced many times and finally succeeded.

The golden light gradually spread to the whole city, and the undead cheered.

They started to clean up the city.

The people in that city have apertures of different colors on their bodies.

The crimson ones were killed on the spot, if they were light red, they would be disarmed and pulled to the square and locked up.

A dilapidated alchemy hut was released for prisoners.

Hill couldn't help but smile. It was the old room where the slaves were housed in Central City~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There should still be his oil painting clone hanging in it.

Sure enough, another house was quickly released. The citizens of the neutral camp surrounded by the yellow halo were sent in, but they were allowed to live together as a family and could bring their own property.

The undead do things very neatly. No matter how these citizens cry or complain that they can't clean up everything at home in such a short period of time, none of the undead is moved.

They simply did it themselves, helping the poor citizen move, and guaranteed to bring him even a pair of chopsticks.

After several consecutive families were rushed into the house by thousands of undead people, and even the private house money hidden by the host in the corner of the roof was found and sent away together, not many people dared to delay the time.

Hill watched with gusto. The undead seemed to have learned a lot of experience from the people in the central city. They were all swordsmen, and their attitude was very arrogant, and they didn't talk to these citizens at all.

After sweeping the whole city, the undead started to demolish their houses altogether.

Hill could tell at a glance that it should be the so-called black market.

In countries ruled by the devil, there are still black markets, and people caught out have red and black apertures on their bodies.

As long as these people emerge from the ground, the undead people surrounded by the sky and the ground will have an instant headshot.

The undead had already blocked all exits.

Unless there is no one, no matter how deep the underground is, the aperture will be marked, and the undead don't need to find where they are.

From the start of the fight to the digging of a hundred meters, the war only took a few hours.

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