Chapter 98

"I, I don't want to die!" The Duke was clearly a bit of a meltdown.

"Lord of the city, put him in a cage, no one in the city can escape, we must stay here."

The city lord was stunned, he didn't expect these soldiers to be so determined at this time.

He looked at the fleeing crowd in the audience.

Although the people looked weak, they were also very determined in their eyes.

They firmly believe that what they do is to protect the country.

"In the future, someone will remember us, right? It is we who have guarded this country with our bodies, just like the great Great Magister in the past. A member of the public said with some excitement.

The castle lord's nose was a little sour.

In this country, the Winter Spirit Empire has a very strict training system for every citizen since childhood.

This training model will make the centripetal force of the people of the whole country extremely cohesive, they will firmly believe that everything they do is for the country, and when death comes, the first thing they think of is whether their death is meaningful to the country.

Now they have found meaning, which is to protect more people.

This collective consciousness is terrifying, and it makes the people of this country a thick rope, which is why they have been able to grow stronger than the resourceful Winter Mountain Kingdom from the beginning of thousands of years of rebels to the present.

The people sat on the floor, they no longer looked chaotic, everyone quietly snuggled up to a loved one or friend they could rely on, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Let me out, I'm a duke, you inferior soldiers are not qualified to send me here!" The duke was sent to the dungeon, where he kept roaring to get out of here.

But the soldiers were strong-spirited, and they were the most loyal guardians of the country.

Whew! Roar!

A sound that didn't look like a human shouting at all brought the Duke's roar to an abrupt halt.

There are already a lot of people in this dungeon.

Some of these people were originally convicts who were imprisoned here, and some were ordinary people who were just as afraid of death as the duke and wanted to escape.

Among these people, because the dungeon lacks the blessing of the priest, some have turned into Dire slaves in their respective cages, and their crazy appearance no longer has the appearance of a human being.

"Lord Duke, I advise you to be quiet, or any of these crazy creatures will be strong enough to break through the cage and eat you." Next door to the cage where the Duke was, a male voice with some laid-back voice came over.

The Duke was indeed frightened by the roars, and shivered for a while hiding in the corner of the cage.

"It's really unlucky, why did I come to this city, I should have left here a long time ago!"

He was a mercenary, but now he had another identity, an employee of Nova Magazine.

He followed Zhang Youxing's instructions and came to the Winter Spirit Empire with a group of companions, hoping to bring a new development to game and comic culture here.

At first, the mercenary thought it was the most ordinary commission, simpler than all the commissions he had done in the past, but the pay was quite high.

However, now he is going to die with the city, which makes the mercenary very unwilling.

He wanted to flee, and it wasn't that no one had fled the city before him, but those people, without exception, were quickly executed on the spot by the city's guards or put in prison.

He was one of those who attempted to escape, but without exception he was also captured and thrown into the dungeon.

At first, he was also scared, but gradually his mood slowed down a lot.

"I'd love to see Steve Rogers end." The mercenary said unwillingly.

As he spoke, he pulled out a somewhat obsolete comic magazine from his bosom.

This is the third issue published by Nova Magazine, and it happens to say that Steve Rogers has been recruited as a member of the National Reinforcement Soldier Program.

He has read this book many times here, and every time he reads it, he feels that he can't get tired of reading it.

After reading it again, the mercenary carefully stuffed the comic book into his arms again, and then made a magic orb.

Thankfully, when they were captured, the soldiers didn't care about what was on the person they caught, and the soldiers thought that anyone who entered the dungeon would basically not survive.

And most importantly, the whole country is now in a state of crisis, and their city is basically certain to die, and the soldiers are even more lax in their investigation work.

This also gives the mercenary a chance to keep the magic orb.

And this sphere is the game console.

It's the kind of game machine that can play a lot of games.

This is one of the benefits of Zhang Youxing's so-called marketing promotion for everyone who is willing to come to the Dongling Empire.

This kind of benefit is something that many people can't refuse, and this mercenary is one of them.

His eyes lit up as he opened the console's interface.

"Well, I'm running out of mana, but I think there's still enough time to play for a few hours."

This orb requires the magical energy supply of the Magic Crystal itself in order for the console to activate.

It's like a battery on earth.

However, the good thing about the magic of this world is that the humans of this world themselves are a large power bank.

As long as human beings can live and eat in a normal environment, the magic will continue to replenish.

But in this dungeon, you don't eat well, you don't sleep well, and the supply of magic becomes a big problem.

Now this mercenary has almost exhausted his magic in order to play the game.

He knew that he couldn't escape this level of mana, and he might really die here.

So he doesn't care about anything, just play to his heart's content.

"Let's play Castlevania today, I didn't clear the customs last time, so I must clear the customs this time."

The game light from the game console illuminates the mercenary's face.

This kind of light is quite rare in the dungeon, but the people who become Dire minions are generally not sensitive to light, they are only sensitive to sound, otherwise these Dire would have gone berserk.

The minions of the Dire were not interested, but this attracted the Duke's interest.

"Well, what are you doing?" After the duke relented for a while, and after getting used to the environment here, he curiously came to the cage close to the mercenary and watched the mercenary play the game.

"It's a game console, haven't you seen it?"