Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 42: Behind-the-scenes and beautiful people
The demon did move. And the movement was crazy, almost rushing towards the city wall at the same time.
"It seems that high-level demons are afraid of the skill of space-time warlock." Fran said with a sigh, "Sure enough, cooperating with idiots will only end bleak."
Hill understands why Faran said that. After all, the most undead legal family is actually a priest!
Only in the so-called PvP gangs of the Black and White Roads do priests seem to outnumber mages.
They have adapted themselves. In this kind of player-versus-gang gang, they can't ask for the mercy of the priest, and they can only play the game of dying on their own.
But when zoomed in to the player as a whole, priests are the first choice for many girls. Especially in this game where mages need to spend a lot of mental calculations, the number of priests will only be more.
If it was the battle between Black and White Road, and the number of priests in the entire player was counted, it would be no wonder that these demons would be so stupid that they would rush directly to face the priests who were almost standing in 6 rows.
The priests moved up quickly. Hill admired the people who repaired the city wall. Is this the elevator for the stage?
There is no need for the priest to find a spot on his own, just wait down there.
The mage and the priest stand next to each other. In the snow, the holy rain with golden rays of light falls on each demon.
The wailing and screaming of the devil did not shake the players.
The demons who were madly trying to turn around and left were limited by the snowstorm. They were all scarred and rolled and crawled. Only then did most of the high-level demons leave the range of these two spells.
"More than 1 million high-level priests! This is only part of it." Faran dropped the pen in his hand, "What kind of support does the devil have to attack Salar?"
The rumbling sound resounded in the distance. Hill keenly felt the shaking from the south from the land.
"The factory blew up!" The undead shouted from below, telling the dubious two people that some people should cooperate with each other.
Fran suddenly got angry and stood up abruptly.
Although the alchemy factory in the capital city of Keslot was customized by William, it was also the work of Frank. He was very obsessed with the long assembly line. Build a tower.
"Who is it? Which factory?" Hill hurriedly clawed at the window and shouted down, "Have you caught it?"
"It's all blown up!" Xue Yunfeng replied, "The former slave of the Salar royal family has done it! It's been caught."
"Where's the messenger?" Fran asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
"Hmm~ The Church of the Artisan God!" Xue Yunfeng's face was full of strangeness, "How could it be them?"
Flange was so angry that he was completely blown away by this thunderbolt. How could a **** of casting and craftsmen pop up?
That's understandable why there are so many alchemical bombs.
"Who helped them bring it in?" Hill was very puzzled. This could blow up the entire Kslott. William is not a fool. Freeing slaves does not mean that these slaves will appreciate him wholeheartedly and love him with all their hearts. He, how could it be so easy for them to bring the explosives in?
"Let's see." Xue Yunfeng scratched his hair, "The one who manages the factory is William's former portable mage!"
"No." Yu Luofanchen sighed, "It was sent to William by the previous king, just like the royal doctor we said over there, who specially made alchemy potions for him. But although it was said to be with William For many years, but I have been squatting in the magic tower, not even following when I went to the territory.
William doesn't seem to take the medicine he made, but after all, he has been following him, so he still gave him an errand and a name.
Things are done by the lieutenants. "
"It's hidden deep enough!" Xue Yunfeng sighed, raised his head and said to Hill, "It's alright, that guy has always been a little wrong, and there are many places in the palace that can't be entered."
Does this mean that he has always been a yellow name in your eyes?
"How about the others?" Hill asked repressedly.
"Who?"
“How about the other workers in the factory?”
Xue Yunfeng glanced at Hill in surprise, then lowered his head and typed on the tablet.
"Only a few dozen people are unlucky." He raised his head and said, "Skilled workers are difficult to cultivate. Those who blow up the factory don't mean they don't want workers.
Now is the break time, most of the workers are eating in the cafeteria. "
Hill nodded, and after thanking Xue Yunfeng, he sat down with the table.
Compared to the death of tens of thousands of workers, this may have been a good ending, but Hill knew very well that if William hadn't tempted the devil to take action in time, these people wouldn't care about more deaths.
Fran touched Hill's head lightly: "Don't care too much, it may be too cruel, but for those people, other people's lives are always worthless waste."
Fran raised his head and looked at the giant screen outside: "His Majesty the king suddenly let the hidden time and space warlock take action, there must be some news.
Cassel isn't worth fighting for himself.
Maybe he didn't know what the danger was, but he would rather let his factories all be bombed and chose to save the lives of the people.
No wonder you have always respected His Majesty the King, who may be the only king in the world who chooses to sacrifice his wealth. "
"Hasn't he already become a god?" Hill was very puzzled, "That's where the realm of the gods is! And there is the **** of time and space! What kind of power can make such a strong **** be obscured? out of sight."
"God of foundries and craftsmen," Farran said slowly, "a **** who rose around the same time as the **** of nobles. Rumor has it that he was instructed by the **** of forging of the dwarves.
That's one of the three main gods of the dwarves. "
The believers of this **** are mostly blacksmiths and craftsmen, and the number is very small. Hill really doesn't understand, how can He have such a powerful power, and even block the God of Time and Space!
He glanced at Falan: "Are those evil potion formulas that appeared inexplicably related to this one? So some potion-type alchemists also believe in him?"
Fran shook his head slowly: "This church, I really have never dealt with it at all."
"Cut to our live broadcast room. Old cat!" Xue Yunfeng suddenly shouted, "Two! Edward of the Black Rose, Charles of the Demon Cult!"
The screen turned very quickly, and the giant screen was divided into two, and the live broadcasts of the two camps were respectively put on.
Charles' camp was in disarray, tents were slumped, and Charles, in armor, was swearing loudly.
In front of him are seven or eight corpses of female mage who were riddled with holes by ice spears.
Thousands of female undead mages, most of them loli, were flying overhead, pointing at the corpses below.
Some have horns on their heads, or hooves on their feet, or have tails.
Xue Yunfeng seemed to have said something, and the live broadcaster began to speak.
"Ah! During the time we've been here, we've seen these women take turns to seduce Charles." The sweet little girl's voice sounded, "But Charles seems to be very tired of the people of the noble church and refuses to see them at all. They also scolded them for not even being able to compare to that Helen, which is considered a P.
Then they attacked a few big nobles around Charles, and somehow they were taken to Charles' tent.
When the explosion sounded just now, he turned and moved his hand, trying to take Charles away.
We keep targeting them! As soon as the name turned red, he flew down and started.
It's strange, how did they go from green to red?
All killed anyway.
The winged one over there suddenly rushed out of the small tent next to him, almost grabbing Charles and flying away.
The sisters hit hard, and Charles fell from the air. Seriously, why are you so angry! Isn't he a knight? Who do you blame yourself for not flying! "
This girl, while explaining, was very close to Charles.
Charles has always been out of anger, and now he is almost going to show everyone what it means to be angry.
"I said it! That woman can paralyze people! She's almost legendary! Poisonous on her paws!"
"Then why don't you go and have a look, the subordinates who live in that tent?" The commentator grinned and said in the sweetest tone, "Maybe it really died from roses, and became a ghost in a devil's skirt." /
Charles gritted his teeth and charged into the tent with one last wave.
"Charles, apart from being stupid, is really not bad." The commentator laughed, "Then I won't go in there, save some face for them."
Charles's subordinates entered the tent and quickly came out, holding a white cloth and went in again.
Charles has been standing quietly in the tent, and it looks like this guy is really dead.
From the rear of the camp came a lady with a disheveled skirt and panting.
"Sorry, I didn't control him." Charles' voice came out.
"What does it have to do with His Royal Highness?" the woman said through gritted teeth, "only he was fooled! Such a stupid death, my child and I have lost all face!"
"He was covered in poison and had to burn." Charles said as calmly as possible. "Look what else is there to take from here."
"Armor and seal." The woman could hardly contain her anger. "Fortunately, he put everything in the box and didn't take it with him, otherwise he would have to take it with him to see the ancestors!"
"Take it away," Charles said. "I would say he fought the devil and died. Although it can't cover up anything, at least it will be better in face."
"Thank you, Your Highness." The woman walked outside the tent and bowed her knees to say goodbye.
Charles was busy here, and although he was unlucky, it did not cause any greater disaster.
Hill heard Frank's low laugh.
"Grandfather?"
"That's a member of the Clare family." Fran said happily, "The younger brother of the former Duke Clare, Charles's friend since childhood, although only a great knight, the Clare family and Charles can have such a relationship. close reason.
Because of this, his status is rather special, and he handles the affairs of the family.
It was he who brought the wizard beside Charles to warn me. "
Although the Klar family came to apologize after Fran became a sorcerer, but who has suffered such humiliation, who can let it go so easily?
If they hadn't accompany Charles in exile, Frank would never have let the Clares off so easily.
Hill ignored the affairs of Charles' side and looked directly at Edward's son Ramsden.
There's a lot of fun here, after all.
Ramsden's mother, Sarna, was tightly hooped by the male mage flapping her wings and flying in the air, her shirt half-faded and her **** half-exposed.
Those half-succubus witch mages are all dead beyond death, and the bodies are surrounded by ice guns and ice arrows, and their bodies are broken.
The female mages of the undead don't really care about Ramsden standing there crying and telling them not to do it.
They are working very hard at taking pictures.
Although only a half-succubus, this is a man!
The demon with a naked upper body and only a pair of black leggings underneath, flapping his wings nervously, looked back and forth at the undead surrounding him up and down, left and right.
"It's a pity that it's not a hoof, and it doesn't have a tail." The female mage watching here is also sighing, "Fortunately, the horns and bat wings are still there."
"The two stripes on the face are also cute, but unfortunately, although the face is evil, it is not delicate enough."
Even though he was accustomed to the nonsense of the undead, Fran still glanced at him in surprise because of the inconspicuous conversation.
Hill sneered: "They can't feel the viciousness that comes out, so they only look at their faces!"
Even through the screen, Hill didn't dare to look at the devil's face, and would feel nauseous for a long time.
But this is because of his status as a natural warlock, and he is naturally antagonistic to demons.
Many people, if their souls are not firm enough, they can easily slip into the path of evil if they see too much demons.
When Hill saw the appearance of the demon in the giant screen, he directly ordered all ordinary villagers to stay in their homes and not to go out.
Hill also listened to the players, except that he appointed a deputy mayor of the undead and opened a lot of functions. It is impossible for other cities and towns to see the live broadcast on this giant screen. To some videos of William's King Orders ~IndoMTL.com~ Hill asked Frank: "I'll seal those demon-related things?"
"Okay." Fran nodded, "I'll have to stay for a while to see the situation."
He is very interested in the giant screen, but he doesn't want to let the undead mess around in his territory. The territorial control core at Flange was not used at all except for its defensive function.
Hill summoned Liszt and Martha and told them to deal with it together. After it is completely sealed, find a warehouse with the strongest isolation and store it independently.
The stalemate on Ramsden's side suddenly moved.
Two loli swordsmen suddenly rushed into the sky and cut off the half-succubus' arm.
This male succubus was killed without hesitation by the female players who took enough pictures.
With the woman's scream, Ramsden quickly flew into the sky to catch his mother.
She covered her face with her hands, black blood seeping slowly.
Ramsden, who was thrown into a bottle of holy water by a Lolita mage, called out to Sarna in a hurry: "Hurry up and wash your hands with holy water, you will die!"
Salna was deadlocked for a few seconds, but the fear of death still prevailed, and she slowly let go.
3 terrifying scratches on her face, black and hideous, holy water poured down, black smoke rose, and Sarna let out a scream.
Even if the red flesh is finally exposed, Hill can be sure that it will be difficult to remove the scar.
"This is a man's **** disaster!" The words came from below, and Hill couldn't help but nodded.
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