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War in the Wasteland 229 Rescue Medium

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    Drinking warm rum, wrapped in a down blanket, the fire in the fireplace made Keshmi's face blush.

    This once-famous old man really thought that he would come to the wasteland again, but he never thought that it would be in such a form.  Joan of Arc was also sitting in the small room. Yang Dashuan had just gone out with a livid face.

    The current season has obviously reached early summer, but the temperature has dropped sharply, giving a faint feeling of winter.

    The cold air spreading from the Holy Capital has spread to the surroundings. A little closer to the Holy Capital, the plants there have been frozen to death and are covered with a thick layer of frost.  Just like the ice fields in the far north, the ice spreading from the Holy City is slowly and resolutely spreading to places outside the Holy City

    Just now, Lao Yang sent a gryphon knight flying team to investigate, and the conclusion he came to made him furious.

    With a ¡®bang¡¯, the door was knocked open, followed by bursts of cold air.

    Keshmi squinted her eyes, trying to take a closer look at who it was, but that person had already walked in.

    "The Holy Capital still cannot be opened. In addition to the outer periphery being completely sealed by ice, there is also a layer of magic circle inside." Yang Dazhuan huffed and sat down on the chair.  "Old man, are you feeling better?"

    "Keep your voice down!" Joan of Arc patted Yang Dashuan angrily.

    Yang Dashuan seemed to remember something and nodded repeatedly.

    ¡°Ximi seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, and her hands were trembling even when she picked up a half-full glass of rum.  There were too many undead souls appearing in the Holy Capital. The president of the Tribunal, who was famous for his spiritual power, tried to use the 'Great Movement of Heaven and Earth' to deal with those undead souls. However, he did not expect to encounter Alsace, and suffered a mental backlash.  , and almost didn¡¯t even save his life.

    The lifespan of this future Buddha law enforcer is enough for his mental power to accumulate to a terrifying level. How can he be able to compete with Keshmi?

    Unfortunately, although he survived, he became an ordinary old man.  Dizziness, deafness, everything

    "How are the others?" Lailan quickly brought a glass of warm ale from the fireplace and handed it to Yang Dashuan's hand.  "Are there any survivors?"

    Yang Dashuan drained the ale in one gulp, which made him raise his eyebrows.  "To be honest, the survivors will definitely not be found. My slave warriors searched the entire 100-kilometer area around the Holy Capital, and not a single person was found. I estimate that they are all almost dead!"  "

    Hearing these words made several girls sigh.

    "Then can we get closer? Maybe there will be some survivors!" Cardinal Mason spoke up.

    "You're kidding, considering all the undead within a hundred kilometers of the Holy City, how can you let my slave get close to me." Yang Dazhuan touched Mason three feet high and sprayed saliva on Mason's head and face.  "And I don't know what's going on. These undead are like soldiers on guard, refusing to leave at all."

    The number of undead outside the Holy City is simply unimaginable.

    From the ground to the air, although there are no high-level undead like the frost dragon, there are also many undead from Boer.  From a distance, the Holy City looks like a place that has been reopened to another world.  In addition to the large swaths of humanoid undead, there are also a large number of non-humanoid undead, which looks like a skeleton zoo one head is as big as two!

    It is simply impossible for your own slave warriors to get close to the Holy City.

    Even if the distance is slightly further, the undead swarm up like flies that have smelled the fishy smell.  This is not good news for Yang Dashuan, because the slave warriors cannot approach the Holy Capital at all, let alone find out what is in the Holy Capital.

    "There are no survivors!" Yang Dashuan sighed and smacked his lips.  "My slave warriors have tried their best!"

    There were sighs all over the room for a while.

    ¡°That¡¯s not necessarily the case!¡±

    The sound outside the door interrupted the complaints of everyone in the house, and the door was opened again.  Everyone in the room stood up, and a few slave warriors leaning against the wall rolled their eyes and looked at the elves standing outside the door, gnashing their teeth.

    "Hey, what gust of wind brought our Demon Hunter here?" Yang Dazhuan greeted Xiang Shuai who was standing outside the door with a strange expression. Although he was a travel-traveled guest, he still had no intention of inviting him in.

    Hearing the obvious irony of Yang Dachuan's words, even Xiangshuai, who was superior in education and quality, couldn't help but blush and feel thick-necked He coughed twice to relieve the embarrassment.

     "You came from the sky again!" Yang Dazhuan sneered and sat back down, gesturing to the slaves to calm down.  The slaves didn't have time to report, and this guy came suddenly "Tell me, what's the matter? What do you mean by what you said just now, and what does 'this may not be possible' mean?"

    Such a big thing happened in the Holy Capital, and it spread throughout the entire alliance in almost ten days.  Not only the alliance, but also the Elf Empire and the Behemoth Tribe in the remote countryside already knew about this matter, and Xiangshuai came here precisely for this matter.

    As soon as Yang Dazhuan finished speaking, another lengthy horn sound came from outside the house.  A fat bugbear trotted over and stopped in front of the house. He panted and said, "Master, someone is coming from outside! It's a group of Behemoths."

    Yang Dachuan led a group of slaves and ran out.

    The person who came was an old acquaintance, Priest Brat, who had been attending the tenth year of the festival together.  There were also many Behemoth warriors accompanying them, all of them were fat and strong, and seemed to be good at robbing families and homes.

    Under Xiang Shuai¡¯s instruction, although Yang Dashuan was a little uneasy, he still held an impromptu meeting in the town hall.

    In addition to Xiangshuai, Blatter and Yang Dachuan as representatives of the three parties, there are also Keximi, the president of the inquisition and senior presiding judge Govard, Cardinal Mason and several others as observers, and the rest are all  The people of Maple Leaf Fortress.

    The huge town hall was so packed that there was no room for your feet.  Originally, Lao Yang only planned to have secret talks with Xiangshuai and Brat, but Lailun was afraid that Yang Dashuan would not be able to reach an agreement with the two and fight with them, which would be bad.

    The Holy City is now experiencing changes, and the entire Hekai Continent is in danger. What needs to be done is to unite everyone as much as possible.  That¡¯s why we¡¯ve come to this current situation¡­

    "This is a letter from Her Majesty the Queen." Xiang Shuai took out a bamboo tube sealed with fire paint from his pocket. The bamboo tube was taken over by a slave soldier and transferred to Yang Dachuan.  "Hearing that the Holy City has suffered changes, Your Majesty wrote a secret letter and gave it to the highest surviving leader of the Holy City!"

    The highest leader of the Holy City is nothing more than Old Pope John. However, the Pope has already died in the accident, so now there is only President Keximi of the same level as him.  But this old man lost all his mental power and turned into an ordinary old man After hearing this, Cardinal Mason took the initiative to get the mailbox, but was slapped twice by the nearest slave.  , the face was swollen.

    The frustrated Mason hid aside and carefully glanced at the people sitting on the round table.  Except for the indifferent Kershmi, the remaining Govard and Joan of Arc seemed to be standing on this side of the fortress and the owner of this fortress happened to be the Holy Son.

    Although preparations were made to put him on trial before, as long as the trial did not begin and the guilty party was not established, Yang Dashuan still maintained his identity as the Holy Son - and now, he has become the highest surviving leader of the Holy City!

    Although he was a little aggrieved, Mason still shrank his head knowingly.

    "Our Majesty also has a letter!" Brat also took out a letter from his pocket with a red seal like a large carrot seal, and put it in front of Yang Dashuan.  "Sir Rogge, here is a private message from your father Keqishi!"

    The three letters were neatly placed on the conference table, and for a moment everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the letters.

    Her Majesty the Queen of the Elf Empire, the King of the Behemoth Tribe, and the mysterious dragon knight Ke Qishi The reputations of these three people will make people tremble no matter where they go.  But today, they jointly asked someone to bring a letter to Yang Dashuan. This matter is hard to understand!

    Yang Dashuan frowned and opened the three letters one by one.

    Every time he read a letter, Yang Dashuan's brows furrowed.  The three ladies sitting behind Yang Dashuan also took the three opened letters and read them one by one.

    But after reading it, I still had the same expression.
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