Dressed in the style of a furry Federation mobilizer, Deacon walked along the snowy plains with a few players dressed in black, Deacon didn't like the extreme cold here, but he didn't have a choice.

A year ago, when Deacon had nearly died of starvation on the coke plains, it had no choice, and at that time it had only two paths to take, either to collapse from weakness and become the rations of the other bad demons, or to accept the relief of the humans and sign a contract that could be called a deed of sale.

Hell, that contract can't even be faulted by the big devil, and it is said to be the ultimate weapon that thousands of terrifying human beings known as lawyers have worked hard for dozens of hours.

Deacon didn't know what the profession of lawyer was, but he was sure that lawyers were much more powerful than the usual things like warriors, mages, rangers, etc., after all, the contract Deacon himself signed, and now even the big devils were studying the terms and conditions of it, trying to learn more useful knowledge from it.

To put it simply, Deacon sold himself to humans for a hundred years in order to have a good meal, and according to the contract, he had to get permission from his employer for any action other than farting, and this employer refers to thousands of ordinary humans, and according to the order of priority, it preferentially obeys the orders given by the higher level humans.

This once made the little bad demon Deacon feel that the main material world had evolved into a larger-scale, more tightly organized hell.

Therefore, when the player in front of him travels lightly, Deacon can only act as an animal force with several other inferior demons of the same status, pulling the huge carriage forward, the wheels of the carriage are deeply sunk in the snow, and each step requires the little devils to exhaust all their strength.

"I mean, is this the norm down there?" Vladimir pushed his hat and felt a little uncomfortable looking at the little devil pulling the cart behind him, who had been doing the job before his big bear Misha, which was equipped with a magic version of the cannon, which was their secret weapon for attacking the Winter Palace.

The Mao Federation players were so pitiful that they didn't have enough large storage equipment to distribute to all the squads, and some squads had to drag the cannons with manpower like they did.

The good thing is that there is now free labor, although it may seem a little strange.

"Those little devils, you say?" The devil player who opened his cloak lit a fire in the palm of his hand to keep warm: "They are all fools who have signed a deed of sale, they can be used as they please, they are some kind of public property, and they can be used as long as they have free time." ”

Yuri looked at the hard-working little devil behind him, and remembered the woman who greened herself and then took away half of her property, and felt that she was also a fool who signed a deed of sale, a fool who was connected to the same fate as those bad devils, so he poured a big sip of vodka and died of drunkenness.

Several devil players were infected by Yuri, and they raised the newly allocated vodka in their hands and started a round of tons and tons, everything in hell is good, but there is too little wine, and the price of alcohol was once fried by these hairy people to the point that even the upper devils have to be calculated by milliliters when drinking.

Zoya roamed around the party, who had now crossed the player's territory and entered the territory of the natives, which according to the information provided above was defended by a permanent Iron Guard.

But Zoya searched a radius of one kilometer, and saw no trace of the patrol passing by, and it was deserted as if it were no man's land.

It shouldn't be that way here.

Zoya found an abandoned village, where the empty houses had partially collapsed in the blizzard and stood like tombstones.

"It looks like the Tsar or someone else has moved the population close to the areas under our control." Zoya did a cursory search of the abandoned village, which was evacuated cleanly, leaving nothing of value behind.

"Sounds like the demon monk's attention, he's most fond of doing this kind of thing." Mikhail rubbed his two axes: "According to Rasputin's idea, it will be convenient for him to manage by concentrating everyone in the capital." ”

"It's okay, aren't we going to deal with him?" Vladimir smiled lightly on Misha's back: "The land will soon regain its life, as happened in our history." ”

Zoya didn't reply, she ventured away from the farthest safe distance she had previously determined, and the Polar Ranger's instincts told her that nothing was so simple here.

Soon the ranger found an area with a thin snow cover in the vast snowfield, and Zhuoya quickly cleared a clearing, the yellow and black turf looked lifeless under the snow, and as the area of the clearing expanded, she finally touched an area that was not covered by plants.

The Ranger pulled out his long dagger and dug in the frozen ground, and soon a miserable white bone was dug out by her.

Zoya pursed her lips, refusing to believe the news that the ranger's instincts had brought her, and dug forward even more frantically, bone after bone was turned out of the dirt by the dagger, until a skull the size of a fist was dug out by the ranger, and she sat on the ground.

The inhabitants of this place were not relocated at all, they were tricked out of their homes, and then they were massacred here in an organized manner.

"Vladimir, you'll have to come and take a look at this." Zoya calmed her breath and kept emphasizing to herself that this was just a game, and that the dead were all natives, but she failed, and her reason told her that these aborigines were more than just in-game data.

They are flesh and blood beings.

Soon, the gigantic Yuri spewed a fierce fire snake with his weapon, and the nearby snow was blown away in an instant, and then melted in the flames, and then evaporated into steam, and when it encountered the cold air, it condensed into ice droplets and crackled to the ground.

Yuri alone spent three minutes clearing out about two hundred square meters of open space, and under the command of the devil players, seven or eight little devils reluctantly ran into the muddy frozen ground with shovels and began to dig.

Soon, hundreds of human skeletons were discovered, some of them still in their pre-death motions, husbands trying to protect their wives and children, the brave rushed a few steps in the direction of the murderer, and the cowards hid behind the others.

But the result was the same, the perpetrators had an overwhelming superiority in force, no one escaped, no one survived, and they were all buried in the dirt in the end.

The perpetrators only made a symbolic cover-up, and if it weren't for the previous Blizzard, this field of bones would be directly exposed to everyone.

"Most of the people died from gunshot wounds, and only a very small number died from swords." Vladimir pulled out a buckshot from a severed bone: "Not a robber." ”

"That's right, not a robber." Zoya took the buckshot in her arms.