The alien monks who were slaughtered by the Holy Dragon City actually did not feel at a loss, but continued to praise them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the price of the equipment sold in the weapons store in the commercial area is a little higher, the quality is not as good as that, and it can completely stand the test of actual combat.

And living here and killing monsters is far more comfortable than living in your own city.

Every time you go out of the city, you don't have to go far, you can encounter countless mutated monsters, enough for these monks to kill easily.

After killing the monster, you can return to the business district and enjoy it comfortably with the brains you earned, so there will be a lot of leftovers.

The logistical support provided by the Holy Dragon City made the alien monks have no worries at all, as long as they had brains in their pockets, they would not be able to buy what they wanted.

The most comfortable thing for these alien monks is that whenever they encounter an unsolvable danger, they can also use the walkie-talkie to call the Holy Dragon City for armed support.

The helicopter gunships, large-caliber artillery, and armored combat vehicles of the Holy Dragon City are on standby at any time, and as long as the signal for reinforcement is issued, it will definitely receive strong fire support.

In particular, those semi-mechanized combat weapons in the Holy Dragon City shined in battle, they were not afraid of death, and they successfully rescued the alien monks who were in danger again and again.

Although the rescue of the Holy Dragon City needs to pay for the Brain Beads, it still has the strong support of the alien monks, and compared to the Brain Beads, life is the most important thing.

Although during this period, some monks also died in the mouths of monsters, but the enthusiasm of these alien monks was not affected at all, but the fighting spirit became higher and higher.

Compared with the Holy Dragon City, the other buildings in the Wild Land lived every day as if they were walking on thin ice.

In the face of the mutated monsters around them, these buildings are all like great enemies, and while actively defending, they also begin to try to hunt these mutated monsters.

However, the strength of these buildings is limited, and it is simply not like the Holy Dragon City, where there are more than 10,000 high-ranking monks of different races, and when the city gate is opened every morning, thousands of heavily armed monks rush out.

Except for some fifth-level buildings that can send thousands of monks, some other small buildings can only send hundreds of people to fight at a time.

It's just that in the face of the mutated monsters like a tide, the monk can hardly make a splash when he throws it inside.

But in order to maintain the normal operation of the building, in order to obtain brain beads to buy daily necessities on the cornerstone platform, they can only fight monsters head-on.

As time goes by, the combat power of these buildings is losing more and more, but the number of mutant monsters has not decreased in any way.

This seems to be a vicious circle, so that the combat effectiveness of each building city is constantly weakened.

And the corpses of the residents of Loucheng who died in the mouths of mutant monsters were all gathered together by the monsters and piled up into a small mountain, making people's scalps tingle.

The residents of these buildings have a faint feeling of impending disaster, and a pessimistic atmosphere lingers in these buildings all day long.

Everything is afraid of comparison, compared with these terrified buildings, the current environment of the Holy Dragon City is like heaven.

But there is still a group of people who are several times more miserable than the situation of these buildings.

About 200 kilometers away from the Holy Dragon City, nearly 10,000 men and women in ragged clothes were constantly trekking through the snow.

This huge team included all kinds of races, including residents of Loucheng, wanderers, and monks who were trapped halfway to the Holy Dragon City.

Because of the sudden outbreak of the beast tide, these people quickly gathered together and cooperated with each other to resist mutant monsters.

Although they were numerous, their combat effectiveness was extremely limited, and they could not be compared to regular monk warbands.

Because of the cold and hunger, a dozen corpses fall to the ground almost every kilometer traveled.

Behind this team, a path of death paved with corpses was formed, and there were cold corpses covered in frost everywhere.

Thankfully, because those mutated monsters are concentrated near the building, this has led to the fact that they rarely encounter monsters along the way.

Otherwise, it only takes a few impacts from those mutant monsters, and these more than 10,000 people will be killed cleanly!

At this time, in the middle of the line, there was an alien merchant in a leather coat, constantly fiddling with the walkie-talkie in his hand, with a hint of anxiety on his face.

Seeing this, an alien boy next to him asked curiously, "Uncle Huolu, you have been fiddling with this thing, what is the use?" ”

Hearing this, Huo Lu smiled at the young man of the alien race and said, "This is a communication tool that Uncle I bought in the Holy Dragon City, which can talk from a long distance.

As long as we can contact the Holy Dragon City, then we will be saved! ”

The alien boy nodded as if he didn't understand, and continued to ask Huo Lu, "Uncle Huo Lu, is that Holy Dragon City really as good as you say, better than our hometown?" ”

Huo Lu recalled the experience of living in the Holy Dragon City and nodded slightly.

As the two were talking, two more thinly dressed wanderers walked and fell to the ground, never to get up again.

The passers-by were indifferent, just glanced at them coldly, and then ignored them.

There is no hope of saving people who have fallen to the ground like this, and it will not be long before they are frozen into a stiff lump of ice.

This kind of thing can happen anytime and anywhere along the way, and everyone has long been numb and turned a blind eye.

Seeing this, Huo Lu on the side could only sigh lightly.

Now he is unable to protect himself, and he has to take care of his family, and it is impossible to take care of other poor people.

If you're unlucky, even Huo Lu himself is very likely to die halfway through.

Lowering his head again, Huo Lu pressed the button on the walkie-talkie and tried to start calling for help.

"Holy Dragon City, Holy Dragon City, I'm a caravan numbered Y109, and I'm stuck halfway through now, ask for rescue, over!"

After saying this, Huo Lu sighed lightly and continued to hurry.

He'd said this hundreds of times, but he never got a response, so he didn't expect a reply this time.

But surprises are something that often comes suddenly at unexpected moments, catching you off guard and feeling happy at the same time.

Just a few seconds after Huo Lu put down the walkie-talkie, a clear man's voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie, which had not responded.

"This is Holy Dragon City, your caravan number has been confirmed, and now I am officially informing you that the rescue team has set off five hours ago, please wait for the rescue, over!"

Huo Lu, who was hurrying with his head down, shook his body, and quickly raised the walkie-talkie under the curious gaze of everyone around him.

"Holy Dragon City, Holy Dragon City, we have a lot of people here, there are tens of thousands of people, it's over!"

"We already know, please wait for rescue, over!"

After hearing this, the last trace of worry on Huo Lu's face completely dissipated.

He looked up and laughed out loud under the nervous and expectant gazes of everyone.

"Don't worry, the Holy Dragon City has sent a rescue team, we are saved!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, then they looked at each other and cheered in unison.