"despair",

"despair",

There seemed to be dripping water in the quiet tea room. This was a very small sound, but the subtle sound in this small and dull space seemed a little harsh.

Blood dripped from the leopard girl's fingers. She was the first of the four to defeat. She didn't even know what kind of magic Luo Jue used.

She didn't say much, smiled and shrank her palms, and glanced at the dark blue figure. The straw curtain was occasionally lifted up by the mighty, and he never moved from beginning to end.

"Swoosh",

Brown swung one hand, and the long scorpion tail whip swept out a crack in the air and penetrated through the hanging grass curtain and stabbed Luo Jue. Then there was a "ding" sound. The scorpion tail whip seemed to pierce a wall and was bounced back.

A smile appeared at the corner of the brown mouth, and his wrist was shaking and he was about to sweep the long whip out again, but as soon as he exerted his force, the source power in his body was bound.

I looked down at a shadow that had bound her feet at some point, and the source power in her body was also locked tightly.

The fox and the spirit boy did not move at all, but could clearly feel the three airflows converging between the three, without the impact of bursting or domineering absorption, and only the confrontation that was suppressed to the extreme.

"Pai Pa",

Someone outside the tea room clapped his palms, and then the moving door was pulled open, and a slightly majestic voice came in.

"My brother Wang is right. Today, in mainland China, no matter how much you talk about wisdom and Mr. Wu Luojue, it is a mountain that is difficult to cross."

A man in brocade walked in, waved his hand at the door with a escort holding a sword and retreated.

When the three air currents that converged in the sky also dissipated, the leopard girl and the brown walked out of the tea room silently.

The fox and the spirit boy took a little deeper look at Luo Jue, and his body gradually became weak.

Luo Jue did not get up. He just stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Shane's king did not show any unhappy look. He did not think he was very arrogant like this.

He walked over and lifted the straw curtain and sat on Luo Xuan's face.

This is a person who is not angry and powerful, but at this moment there is a warm smile on his face.

The king of Shane's generation was called "Dorang", and the year name was the same as that of the king.

"Mr. Luo Jue, how many soldiers do you want?"

Without Luo Jue's words or bargaining, King Doron's tone was extremely inclusive.

Luo Jue said: "Eight Thousand",

"Eight thousand".

"Add fox and spirit boy", Luo Jue said.

The eight thousand infantry and cavalry, except for the royal guards, this is already one-third of the total military force of Shane.

The fox and the spirit boy are the bosses of Shane.

Duolang just thought for a while and said, "Yes",

Luo Jue poured him a cup of tea, Duolang picked up the cup and rubbed it gently in his hand, "With them, how sure is sir to win this war?"

Luo Jue shook his head: "After the Blood Ancestor Rebellion, the population of mainland China dropped sharply by 70%. When the war was ignited, no side of the war was the winner."

Doron nodded and said, "No matter how prosperous or weak the common people are, they need a kind king, don't they?"

"When this war is over, they will be extremely eager for a king who can lead them out of the shadow of war and rebuild their homes."

"Sir, the crown that was originally held in the Pope's hand has fallen. Who do you think can pick it up?"

This is an inquiry, and an hint.

Luo Jue said: "No puppet master has ever picked up the crown."

Duolang smiled warmly and said, "Maybe the puppet master can help others pick up the crown."

Luo Jue looked at him deeply and said, "The puppet master will never throw the crown into the mud."

The Crusaders quickly brought the heads back, and Roger waved his hand and asked them to find a place to bury the heads, and then headed all the way to Laogang Village.

It happened to be noon when they arrived, and the sun shone. Although the zombies were not afraid of the sun, they were obviously much easier to deal with during the day.

Several zombies were walking in the village, and they dragged their bloody legs to search for the dead bodies in the village.

When the smell of living people was smelled, dozens of zombies turned their heads and opened their mouths to reveal a ferocious look.

Without Roger's order, Igniz rushed up and shot them in the heads.

Perhaps because he felt disgusted, he threw away the gun that had killed the zombies, turned to the patio and said, "The real old monster is here."

Roger nodded, turned over and got off the horse and walked to the edge of the old well.

As soon as he arrived at the edge of the old well, a foul stinking came to his nose. His nose was already sensitive than ordinary people, and the stimulating smell made him even more unbearable.

"If the smell of the zombie god is even more disgusting than this, let's just take poison and commit suicide."

He complained and lowered his head and looked into the old well. The well was very deep, and it looked dark at first glance, and the water light reflected in the sun could be vaguely seen.

The stench came from the deep water.

The zombie monster Igniz mentioned must be in this well, but why should a powerful zombie be left in the well?

Is there only zombies in the wells of Laogang Village or are there zombies in all villages in the territory of Zombie God?

Many questions flashed through my heart. Roger glanced at the well and reached back and said, "Get a gun, move another stone, you can retreat."

A cavalry brought a stone nearly one meter in size to his feet.

Another cavalry handed him the light cavalry rifle and retreated ten meters away silently.

Roger looked back and said, "It's still too close, retreat again, retreat outside the village."

Igniz took the cavalry and acted as he said.

Roger glanced briefly and seemed to be satisfied with the distance. He turned his hand and held the light cavalry rifle, aimed the tip of the gun at the wellhead, and his whole arm was in a javelin posture. The source power in his body continued to gather in the body of the light cavalry rifle.

"Swoosh",

He threw it hard, and the light cavalry lance made a crack and flew into the old well. The fierce momentum caused the air to splash, and then a dull explosion came from the well, and huge splashes shot out, and a few splashes spurted directly outside the well.

Roger also took a step back.

He also knows that there will be a rush of water underground without looking at it.

"roar",

What was also not surprising was the roaring roar and the stench that came to his nose. Another "crash" sound of water came from below, and then there was a violent sound of wind, as if a giant was flying up.

The terrible power came down from the well, and even the cavalry outside the village felt great pressure.

But Roger smiled, and as soon as the huge black shadow at the wellhead rushed up, he bent down and picked up the huge rock at his feet and smashed it hard.

Everyone heard a "Peng" sound, and then heard a more terrifying roar, and then they saw a large piece of flesh and blood flying under the huge rock.
Chapter completed!