With a trick of Nuwa holy water, the refugees' desire to survive was finally aroused, and their spirit suddenly recovered a lot. Those who have drunk holy water feel refreshed, while those who have not drunk it are looking forward to it.

How did they know that this was just pure water condensed by the wind and water spells, and when people were waiting in line, the people in the first few rows were just within the range of Xiang Ningxuan's purification aura, and they would indeed feel better if they stayed in the aura for a while and then came out.

These refugees were able to run from Lucheng City to the Red Leaves District, but they were not seriously infected by the plague, and they would have died on the road long ago. As long as their symptoms are relieved a little and they are given confidence, most of their energy and energy will be restored. The medical battalion then replenished their lost lives, and some of the people who were not seriously infected suddenly jumped up and down.

Xiang Ningxuan instructed that some volunteers in good physical condition should be selected from among the refugees and let them organize their own work such as boiling water for cooking, cleaning, and maintaining order. The medical camps are finally free, partly for critically ill patients and partly for treating new refugees who have just arrived in the settlements. Among them, the heroic professional-level doctors gathered with Kang Yifei to discuss countermeasures to completely cure the plague.

Originally, there were only three or four thousand people living in this settlement, and at most seven or eight thousand refugees were squeezed in, but there are still many vacant houses on the periphery, and if they are cleaned up, they can accommodate thousands more.

Today's weather is hot and humid, the air humidity is very high, with the mana as clear as the wind, it is not difficult to condense the purity of thousands of people to drink, it is definitely much easier than casting healing spells.

When the refugee's situation stabilized, Xiang Ningxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, on this night, the undead Scourge made up its mind not to let humans be idle.

At half past nine in the evening, the sky-high flames reflected half of the sky, and Xiang Ningxuan, who was close to Lucheng, could see the sky-high fire.

Ten minutes later, a herald hurriedly arrived to report that a natural gas tank in the district had been attacked by a suicide terrorist attack by a fire-based skill, and a 10,000-cubic-shaped spherical gas tank had been detonated. Firefighters have been dispatched urgently and are desperately battling the fire.

For more than an hour, news of various attacks came from all over the country. For example, there were a large number of plague rats in the granary, a large area of food poisoning in the canteen, and even two alien rebellions. Only the street directly under the jurisdiction of Momiji District is in a better situation.

It's not just Xiang Ningxuan's side, the area controlled by Rong Zheng is larger, and there are more attacks. However, the two knew that the undead disaster would come, and Samuro took the intelligence department to cooperate with the Ministry of Public Security to dig out the spies of the undead disaster one by one. Raids and counter-disturbances made the first night of the war restless, no less tragic than on a frontal battlefield.

Xiang Ningxuan's figure was straight, his right hand held the hilt of his sword tightly, looking at the flames soaring into the sky in the distance, although his face was calm as usual, the flames in his heart rose like the exploding natural gas. His eyes were piercing, and his body exuded a burst of murderous aura, and he muttered to himself: "Today, I will definitely let you come and go!" ”

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In the dark of night, a villa was hidden among the shadows of the trees, and a few rays of light struggled to pass through the thick curtains. More than a dozen men and women were naked in a circle, half-kneeling in the central lobby of the villa, not showing the slightest obscenity, but shrouding a dark and oppressive atmosphere. They all had a green shadow spider magic array on their backs, which was exactly the same as the magic circle on the back of Wang Yueming's mistress, Hua Xinying.

In the center of the circle formed by more than a dozen men and women, Zhang Huizi stood solemnly with his eyes cold. There were also five women and a man around, using their own blood to draw circles on the ground.

At this time, a glamorous royal sister with a hot figure and elegant bearing walked in. She has a typical melon seed face, a pair of seductive beautiful eyes as if they will discharge at any time, bright and ruddy lips are slightly open as if she is longing for something, and she is wearing a bright yellow backless evening dress, her chest is plump and towering, almost unable to wrap the dress, and the exposed two upper hemispheres are squeezed out of a bottomless ravine. The slit almost reached the hem of the skirt at the waist, and two thrilling long legs appeared from time to time.

As soon as this royal sister appeared on the scene, all eyes were firmly attracted to herself, even these people who had been corrupted by the Cursed God Cult couldn't help but raise the words "stunner in the world" in their hearts. Several men were even more impatient, barely able to hold on.

Only Zhang Huizi, when she saw this woman, showed a slight look of surprise, and then snorted disdainfully, and looked at her with a provocative face.

The royal sister didn't care, but smiled like a spring breeze. As soon as she spoke, her voice was clear and pleasant: "Miss Zhang, I didn't expect you to be willing to serve your master." ”

Zhang Huizi said proudly: "Huang Ying, it's actually you." Hum! Me and Falina are equal deals, not being a like you! Let Xiaoyan come back to me, and then there is infinite power, why not do such a good deal? Moreover, who can bear the power of your master but me? ”

To carry Farina's power, a strong carrier is first needed. Don't look at the Cursed God Cult, there are many corrupted people, but most of them are civilians, and there are not even good heroes. Because of the high salaries and strict management of the army, the Cursed God Cult had no chance to win over at all, but folded into several disciples.

If there is no Zhang Huizi, let other people carry the power of Farina, and at most raise it to the strength level of a good hero, how much storm can a good hero set off?

And Zhang Huizi's strength is the top group in the elite group, if he carries the power of Falina again, he can directly increase his strength to an epic level, and the harm he can cause is not the same as that of others.

Huang Ying didn't argue with Zhang Huizi, and when she saw that the magic circle had been drawn, she said to everyone: "Okay, hurry up and start the ceremony." The high-end combat forces of the 4th Division have already set off for Lucheng, and a large number of patrol troops have also been transferred to quell the riots in various places, which is the best time to raid the district government building and staff headquarters. Bai Yingqiong and Chu Xiongtian are Xiang Ningxuan's right-hand men, as long as these two people can be eliminated, the entire southern front will be paralyzed. ”

"For the sake of the Scourge and for the sake of the Lich King, you need to sacrifice yourself. Remember! Your lives and desires have no meaning! You are now the acolytes of your master, and you must obey him unconditionally! Your highest glory is to die for your master! Rest assured, Lord Kel'thugad will resurrect you. ”

Even if Huang Ying said words that made people die, there was no fireworks at all. The more than ten people surrounding Zhang Huizi were fanatical, and the miserable green light on the Shadow Spider Magic Array on their backs flowed in all directions, and they began to operate at full strength. Then, each of them took out a ceremonial dagger and stabbed it in the chest, and more than a dozen streams of blood rushed out.

Along with the blood, all the life energy of these people spurted out, and their bodies withered and decayed, turning into a dried corpse.

And Zhang Huizi also untied the bathrobe on her body, and her fair-skinned and naked delicate body was bathed in splashing blood, looking charming and evil.

At this time, Huang Ying's eyes froze and glared at a woman surrounding Zhang Huizi, who actually only stabbed the dagger into her chest for less than an inch.