Clang!

Bang Bang!

On the walls of the Golden City, wolf smoke was everywhere, and the giant bell in the central square was ringed again and again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Those slaves gathered in the city. Peddler. Child, go. The smugglers, robbers, and bandits raised their heads in astonishment.

They didn't understand what could make the Golden City feel like a great enemy.

You must know that in this land, even the Burning Dawn cannot shake the status of the Golden City.

Over the past hundred years, the prestige of the Golden City built by force again and again has already concealed the power of the burning dawn a hundred years ago, or rather...... Under the deliberate arrangement of some people, the people who came to the Golden City forgot that the Golden City a hundred years ago was nothing more than an outpost camp of the burning dawn.

"Could it have something to do with the previous fireworks?"

"The demon head?"

"Is it the Burning Family?"

"The Burning Family is still able to leave the City of Dawn? No kidding! ”

"The Emperor of San Seanda is eager to tie the Burning and Dawn families to his feet like dogs."

……

There was a burst of laughter.

But the laughter stopped abruptly the next moment.

They saw Qin Ran in the air.

The demonized Qin Ran flew in mid-air, and after his flaming eyes scanned the entire Golden City, the [Flame Impact] that had been blessed again smashed straight down like a pillar of flame that reached the sky.

The Golden City, known as the strongest and tallest city wall, was smashed like tofu, and the arrow towers and soldiers on the city wall and behind the city wall were reduced to ashes.

Then, the people of those cities saw what made the Golden City full of wolf smoke and sounded the alarm bells.

Undead!

An endless army of the undead!

Looking at the cold but burning soul fire in the eyes of those undead, these people shivered.

"City Guards!"

"City Guards!"

Some people couldn't help but shout.

But many more drew their swords.

The people who can come to the Golden City to do business are not all good people, whether they are slaves. Peddler. Son, or go. Privateers, or simply robbers and bandits, have considerable combat effectiveness.

It's just a pity...... The undead they encountered were not ordinary undead, but soldiers from the original Golden City, and more importantly, these soldiers had gained some reinforcement to varying degrees after 'coming back from the dead'.

Bang!

A tall and powerful robber slashed the undead in the neck.

The other party who ate near the Supreme Road knew very well that the seemingly terrible undead actually had many weaknesses, and in addition to flames and thunder, the most effective thing seemed to be to cut off their heads.

So, the other side did.

But the results were unexpected.

The knife hit the undead in the neck accurately, but it was defeated.

The neck of the undead that should have been fragile was as tough as cowhide armor, and it was difficult to advance an inch after only half a finger of this slash.

Perhaps, for ordinary people, the half-finger wound on the neck is already fatal.

But for the undead, it's really painless.

In the frightened gaze of the robber, the long sword in the undead's hand pierced through the opponent's chest.

The scorching blood sprayed on the face of the undead, and the unfamiliar smell was mixed with a familiar feeling, and the soul fire in the eyes of the undead unconsciously lit up.

Roar!

A low, beast-like roar burst from the chest of the undead.

The undead have become stronger.

And mixed with the disgusting instinct for the living, such a strengthening is undoubtedly disastrous.

Just when the people in the Golden City found that the undead in front of them were not ordinary, they suddenly discovered again that the undead in front of them had become stronger after killing.

"What kind of undead is this!"

"Why is this happening?"

"Damn the devil!"

"Is it still the Lord of the Undead?"

The loud shouts did nothing to change the status quo.

The army of the undead has crushed the first line of defense formed by these motley armies.

The second line of defense has completely disappeared with no effect at all.

Because, the people in the city found that when they resisted the attack of the undead army, none of the guards of the Golden City itself were gone.

Such a discovery made the rout irrepressible.

These are not people with strong convictions.

Instead, what they do best is looting while it's hot.

Now the rulers of the Golden City want to use them as shields, and these people don't do it at all.

It could have supported the team for a while, but it was defeated.

These people used their own methods to escape the Golden City.

Some of the bold ones ran into the depths of the Golden City.

What do you want to do?

Nature speaks for itself.

Slave. Peddler. The son ran away.

Walk. Private. The merchant ran away.

The robbers ran away.

The bandits ran away.

But all their goods remained.

The slaves looked at each other as they watched the undead creatures that hurried past them without harming them, and they didn't know what to do.

In the end, the slaves looked at Qin Ran, who was flying in the air.

"You're free."

"Whether you want to or don't want to."

"Whether you dare or not."

"You're all free!"

"If you miss the days before, you will continue to stay here and wait for your master with fear."

"If you want to embrace a new life, then pick up those swords, follow my army, and use the swords in your hands to fight for the life you want."

The voice of the demonic Qin Ran was like a muffled thunder, rumbling in the ears of the slaves.

Some are in a trance.

Some are confused.

And some of them simply walked away. Private. In front of the 'goods' left by the merchants, they choose the ones that are in hand.

Someone took the lead, and naturally someone followed.

Who wants to be sold as goods?

Who wants to be treated like an animal?

Who wants to live in a precarious situation and live to depend on the mood of others?

Now there is hope to get out of such days.

Who wouldn't want to!

Revolt!

Revolt!

Revolt!

In order to......

Freely!

A cry rang out from among the slaves, and a strong young man picked up his sword, followed straight behind the army of the undead, and launched a charge.

Behind him, a group of slaves shouted at the same time and joined the charge.

The already unstoppable army of the undead, with the addition of a new force, is like a tiger with wings, and it has gone straight into the depths of the Golden City.

Here, there is a temple that looks like a palace.

I say this because of a statue of a god.

A vague, grotesque, completely indescribable metal statue.

This idol can be said to be a group, or it can be said to be a group.

It can even be said that there is no form.

But it's enough...... Terrible!

Because, in front of this idol there are corpses all over the place.

Originally, the guards of the Golden City, the guys who had come here to try to fish in troubled waters, all died in front of this statue, in an extremely tragic appearance.

Some had their limbs torsed off.

Some were disemboweled.

Some were skinned.

But the most are the people who were knocked open by the heavenly spirit cover and died by sucking the brain marrow.

An extremely familiar scene made Qin Ran frown.

Then, the idol moved!