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War in the Wasteland 224 Encirclement and Suppression Part 2

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    The atmosphere of silence is like a suppressed time bomb.

    Six or seven mutilated frost dragons were lying curled up on the ground, some were still convulsing, and some had not yet recovered Listening to the narratives of these humans, the land of Gru was frozen into an ice field.  Exuding a coldness like an iceberg.

    Lailan and Alice clenched their hands and looked towards the Holy City from time to time.

    Although they did not want to believe everything they heard, the frost dragons in front of them and the holy city that had become silent all revealed what these people who had just escaped death told them

    The speaker was a cardinal.

    In order to escape, the python robe that symbolizes identity has been taken off in the chaos.  Because the undead naturally hate light, these clergy seem to like to be ¡®favored¡¯ by the undead.

    Mason was one of the few survivors who witnessed all this. At the moment when Alsace rushed into the cathedral, Mason, like an ordinary believer, clasped his hands and prayed devoutly to the goddess - after all, it was the Pope who personally presided over the prayer.  A little gesture can't fool you at all.

    ¡°¡­Then His Majesty the Pope fell like this¡­these giant frost dragons rushed out from behind the demon, as if a passage had been opened¡­¡±

    Mason was wearing an animal skin and holding the hot coffee that Lairon had made for him.

    After withstanding a freezing breath, even the strongest monster cannot withstand it.  If he was not warmed and kept warm quickly, everything that happened in the Holy City would be buried in history forever as the undead army entered.  Even so, Mason still spoke intermittently.

    The scene that happened in the cathedral is like an unforgettable nightmare for anyone.

    Listening to the narration, Alice covered her mouth with sobs, her body trembling slightly.  Although she had tried her best to restrain herself, she still couldn't hide it.  Lairon took Alice's hand and pulled her into his arms. The two women hugged each other tightly, very hard.

    "Then I escaped. I didn't see the other people. They are probably dead" Mason was already trembling when he said it. The changes in the Holy City must have had a great impact on him.  Stimulate.  Even this high-ranking cardinal found it difficult to accept. After all, the Holy City, which has always been regarded as the capital of faith, would actually be occupied by the undead. If this spread, I am afraid it would make people laugh.

    But this seemingly impossible thing has happened

    The Holy City, which has become like an ice cave, is far away, and is becoming more and more depressed under the dim dark clouds.

    The chief eunuch nodded towards the two ladies, which shattered the last hope of Lairon and Alice.

    "We just came back. There was no one in the Holy City, and there were undead everywhere. There were also three or four giant frost dragons flying in the sky. We were afraid of being discovered by those giant frost dragons. We didn't get too close, and we happened to encounter these on the road.  People, just brought them back." The big eunuch said what he had just experienced.

    "Is that person really Rogge?" Alice struggled out of Lailan's arms and asked with tears on her face.

    Lailan shook his head subconsciously and wanted to speak, but swallowed it back.

    ¡ª¡ªYou will kill your most respected elder with your own hands.  The curse of this sentence has always made the two ladies dare not forget it, and old John was stabbed to the ground with a sword in public. This curse made Lailan and Alice's hearts suddenly raise to their throats.  No one dares to really say that sentence, after all, this matter is too unacceptable!

    "Have you seen Iverson and Edward?" Tam blinked and looked down at Mason.  "He is also a giant, just like us, the two guys who are following your Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

    Speaking of this, Lailan also reacted.

    This Mason seemed to have forgotten both Iverson and Edward in his words.  As early as when they left the fortress, Lailun had specifically told them to follow Yang Dashuan.  Yang Dashuan has a stubborn temper and will accept soft things rather than hard words.  Although they may not be able to prevent anything before the conflict occurs, at least they will not let Lao Yang suffer.  Although there are still few people who can make Yang Dashuan suffer

    And it was obvious that Mason was unconscious now, and it was not that easy to ask why. Lailan couldn't help but cast his sights on these surrounded frost dragons.

    Taimu twisted his neck, and there was a popping sound like exploding beans all over his body.  He took a fancy to the largest one among the frost dragons, and walked over with his fists clenched and his mouth grinning.

    Chris Odin was punched in the nose by Tam, a crisp sound of bones breaking came, and Chris Odin subconsciously covered his face.

    When the strength of the undead has advanced to a certain level, their bodies will also have a sense of touch.

    This is obviously not something worth boasting about for high-level undead, because with the sense of touch, they can also feel pain like ordinary creatures.

    After receiving such a punch, Chris Odin's body immediately curled up in pain.  A large piece of the protruding jaw was broken, with clear fist marks.  Taimu pinched his neck, raised his head, and slapped him again.  Even if the skeleton of a high-level undead has been tempered countless times, it cannot withstand such a violent slap.

    Chris Odin¡¯s chain suddenly dented as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and half of his upper jaw was cut off.  The eyebrow sockets were also cracked, and there was no complete part of the skull.

    "Let me come!" Several swamp giants rushed up, but were pushed away by Taimu.

    Looking at the other frost dragons, they had already been captured by several Duyjar dwarves who had transformed into the king of the hill.  These dwarves acted quite tough. Facing the trembling frost dragon, they strode forward and unceremoniously pulled out the ax and hammer.  He grabbed the frost dragon's neck and pulled it over like a chicken with his broad palms.

    Then he took advantage of the situation and knocked his knees desperately, and the frost dragon that was still struggling suddenly became dizzy and softened.  Then he dragged it along the ground and brought it to everyone's eyes with a series of scratches on the ice.

    Some frost dragons timidly raised their snake-like necks to see what the dwarf wanted to do, but were glared at by Taimu and involuntarily retracted.

    The eyes of these guys are sharper than the blades of knives!

    "I'm asking you damn undead questions on behalf of our wife. You can choose to answer, or of course you can choose to remain silent!" Taim rolled his eyes and looked at the huddled group of frost dragons, his tone extremely disdainful.  "Of course, if you are satisfied, our lady may let you live!"

    For the frost dragon, such words are tantamount to an insult to them.

    But facing Taimu¡¯s patrolling gaze, all the frost dragons that came into contact with Taimu¡¯s eyes couldn¡¯t help but shrink their necks.  No one dares to refute, no matter in which world, only those with big fists can speak loudly!

    "But if you are not satisfied with your answer, then don't blame us for being cruel!" Taimu smiled sinisterly and nodded to the dwarf behind him.

    The dwarf dragged the bloated body of the frost dragon and threw it in front of the cowering frost dragons.  The dwarf Duijia was not hesitant in his attack. He pressed his neck and then hit his head with an axe.

    The skull suddenly shattered, and the soul fire flew out. Taimu grabbed it in his hand and threw it into a special container.

    Many frost dragons turned their heads, not daring to look at this scene. Although they were used to seeing death in the plane of the undead, when death was really so close to them, they could not suppress the trembling in their hearts.  After watching this scene, Chris Odin felt that his whole body was numb.

    "Did you hear that?"

    Taimu kicked away the frost dragon with only half of its head left. The body that had lost its soul fire was instantly shattered in the air, as if a bone rain had fallen on the frost dragons.

    The giant frost dragons nodded in fear.

    "Very good!" Taim nodded with satisfaction and dropped Chris Odin from his hand.  Scanning the frost dragons in front of him, his eyes were like an eagle in the clouds looking down at the ants on the ground.  "Answer my first question, have you seen my master? Alsace Roger Peter?"

    The giant frost dragons looked at each other with helpless consciousness.
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