Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 353: An easy victory
Probably this minor tune, the poison is really high.
The undead didn't even stop, singing and charging towards the walls of the Magic Kingdom.
I don't know who changed the word again: "Brother, you dare to fight back~ Be careful of your skin~ Big brother, you jump downstairs~ Be careful of your hooves~"
Taking happy footsteps, accompanied by the rhythm of moving and hitting, the undead rushed to the city wall with no fear of death.
The densely flying mages made the people of the Magic Kingdom completely desperate.
They never thought of asking people from the Magic Kingdom to surrender. They still need the experience pack anyway, and it hurts to lose one.
Hill saw William already on his throne, clapping Erlang's legs.
Spencer looked at him helplessly, then turned his head and squeezed a smile at Hill: "His Majesty has always regarded you as one of his own, Hill should be more at ease!"
Hill could only smile and nod, "I know." He focused his attention on the giant screen, not wanting to look at His Majesty the King behind him who was playing the rhythm with the minor key.
Hill felt that William's only patience was that he hadn't sung along to the undead in front of a full hall.
If it was just him and Spencer, he would sing along!
The speed of the undead conquering this city was very fast, and the well-informed high-level nobles had already run away, leaving only civilians who didn't know anything, and abandoned soldiers and low-level officers.
Faced with the attack of the undead, the city walls did not even have a single effective protection.
"Did they know for a long time that the big demon was guarding outside?" Spencer, who was sitting beside Hill, quickly understood.
After all, he is a military general from a great nobleman, and he can analyze the situation on the opposite side after a while.
He looked at Hill and asked in puzzlement: "Don't you say that the devil is better than the devil? Why is it still like this?"
"Devils are very selfish creatures, and their subordinates are the same." Hill frowned, "The so-called lawfulness of them is also based on the premise of not affecting their own interests.
Evil is evil.
Devils may do things to the detriment of others. They are just happy for a while, or they suddenly think that normal people don't understand why they do it.
Although the devils are very cunning and cover up their existence layer by layer, they will kill and set fire for their own interests.
There is no good or bad between them, they are all evil.
It's all massacres. If the devil will let go of a few humans who have a good relationship with them and think they can communicate, such people are either stupid and helpless, or bad selfish.
If anyone told you that the devil is a little easier to deal with than the devil, it must be trying to trick you. "
Spencer thought for a while: "But the former president of the Mage Association said that if you are on the verge of death, you can ask the devil for help, as long as you complete its exchange conditions.
Better than dying. "
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 and tells 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's one of the most powerful mages in our world...." Spencer glanced at Hill and reluctantly added one, probably for fear that Hill thought he didn't respect Faran, "That's also true. Will he lose? Can you remind him?"
"Maybe he'll live with determination," Hill said nonchalantly, "but the devil will haunt him until he's dead. As long as he doesn't put his soul on the gaming table, there's no problem.
You don't have to worry about him, and no one else can remind you.
For someone like Delacroix, other people's words are useless, he only believes in himself.
You don't want to learn from him.
Devils are very good at rhetoric. The most complimenting aristocrats you've ever met in Salar are not as pleasant as a low-level devil.
Dela Cruz dares to do this, that's because he understands the devil's words and is absolutely careful.
As for you, just remember not to give the devil any verbal promises and never sign your name on anything the devil gives. "
Spencer is a little stunned, but still nods to show he can't do anything wrong.
Hill threw out several knight novels for him: "The content of these knight novels is actually very similar, no different from the foolish novels of our world who dream that all beautiful women will fall in love with him.
However, the pub tunes in these books, which are interesting, you can take a look at, are all the devil's business.
People in this world are not stupid, they just don't have a channel to speak out.
These so-called wine girl ditties are what the author really wants to say. "
Spencer starts to read the book.
William on the throne waved, and a book flew directly into his hand.
"When did De La Cruz talk to you about this topic, how come I don't know." William's expression became a little cold and his voice became low.
"When I decided to come here with His Majesty the King, many people came to see me off and gave me a lot of gifts. Mr. De La Cruz also gave me some high-level potions and self-defense armor. /
I could feel that he was really thinking of me and that's why I felt weird seeing this scene.
What I don't understand is why the legendary mage felt that the devil could still deal with it. Spencer looked at the book without raising his head, "but no matter what he said, of course I will ask His Majesty the King before making a decision.
And I didn't believe him either.
I asked Mr. Hill just thinking he had just studied the devil and might know something. "
William's expression relaxed. If Delacroix reached out to someone he trusted, it is estimated that William would directly inform the God of Time and Space to kill the legendary mage.
As for the result of Delacroix's temptation by the devil, whether the legendary mage will sacrifice his soul to a devil in the end, William and Hill don't care much.
Hill glanced at William, and they both knew in their hearts just how reckless Spencer was.
He certainly wouldn't beg the devil for himself, but if one day William was in danger, Spencer wouldn't mind selling his soul.
And Delacroix would say to Spencer that the devil must have expressed his covetousness for the soul of the loyal knight.
William looked at the gentle smile with a hint of coldness.
If Delacroix falls into William's hands in the future, it will be difficult to leave alive.
Hill looked at the giant screen, the undead that had already rushed to the center of the city, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The path of that legendary mage is really getting narrower and narrower.
The undead formed a formation plate in the central square of the city and slammed it into the ground of the square.
Then some wizards who have learned alchemy will complete the semi-finished array with alchemy pens in the order marked on the tablet.
The corner of Hill's mouth twitched.
The number cursors arranged in the order of 1, 2, 3, and 4 made Hill, an alchemist, deeply shocked.
Although there are not many such fool-style alchemy diagrams, each one makes an alchemist like Hill want to curse at the sky.
But Hill couldn't scold. The alchemy array that could be combined with array plates was researched by Frank and sold to William.
If William went down to mine three or four times because he bought something from Hill, then Fran would probably let him go down once a month.
It took the undead half an hour to finally make this formation take shape.
Even though they have all learned alchemy, they are still messy with a pen and can go wrong with a digital cursor.
Otherwise, the mission should be over in five minutes.
Fortunately, this kind of formation has a high error tolerance rate, and the undead who portray the formation have practiced many times, and finally succeeded.
The golden light gradually spread throughout the city, and the undead cheered.
They started cleaning up the city.
The people in that city already have rings of different colors hanging from their bodies.
The dark red ones are all killed on the spot. If they are light red, they will be disarmed and pulled to the square to be locked up.
A dilapidated alchemy hut has been released for captives.
Hill couldn't help laughing. It was the old house where the slaves were held in Canterlot~IndoMTL.com~. There should still be his oil painting avatar hanging in it.
Sure enough, another house was also released quickly, and the citizens of the neutral camp with yellow circles 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 the citizens cry and plead, no matter how they say that they can't tidy up everything in the house in such a short time, none of the undead are moved.
They simply did it themselves, helping the poor citizen move, making sure to bring him even a pair of chopsticks.
After several consecutive families were rushed into the house by thousands of undead, and even the private house money hidden by the male owner in the corner of the roof was found and sent away together, not many people dared to delay the time.
Hill looked at it with relish. The undead seemed to have learned a lot from the people in Canterlot. They were all swordsmen, and their attitude was very arrogant. They didn't talk to these citizens at all.
After sweeping the entire city, the undead simply began to demolish the house.
Hill could tell at a glance that it should be the so-called black market.
In the country ruled by the devil, there is still a black market, and the people who are caught, the halo on their bodies is already red and black.
As long as these people emerge from the ground, they will be instantly headshot by the dead undead surrounded by the sky and the ground.
The undead have long blocked all exits.
Unless there is no one, the deep underground will be marked with a circle of light, and the undead don't need to find where they are.
From the start of the fight to the 100-meter excavation, the war took only a few hours.
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