Chapter 141 The corpse is angry

The climate in the wasteland is changing faster than expected. [with _ dream]ā

Before he could react, he entered the unbearable midsummer.

It was not the sweltering heat that made the merchants tremble, but the steel knives that appeared at any time and the undead mammoths that rumbled on the ground. Hordes of bandits are scattered like pawns across the red wasteland.

Wolf, Volcano Imp, Golden Retriever Rhine, Angel Bandits!

These formidable bandits quickly swallow up all the forces within their reach.

Whether to choose the Golden Hoof or the butcher's knife!

It became a choice that these little bandits had to make.

Blood rained down on the already red wasteland, and Wolf's scimitars were far from resting, and they needed to clear the three small tribes nearby.

Although they had long since surrendered to Wolfe, this relationship could no longer guarantee their survival.

What is needed now is not to surrender but to truly integrate.

There will be no separate bandit group, even if there is only a small bandit group of three or five people.

Several little bandit leaders looked at the hordes of Wolfe, these iron buddies who were giggling on weekdays, and there was no room for negotiation at the moment with a steel knife.

"A few heads, we pay enough gold hooves to the leader of the clan every month!", the little bandit leader still wanted to negotiate some leeway, and after a full moon arc, the head gurgled and rolled down to one side, and blood kept spurting outward.

"Is there anything else to say?", the silver-white humphead wolf whined, and the little robbers looked down at the group of uninvited guests, and lost their lives at the slightest word.

What the hell is going on?

With a simple hesitation, the humphead wolf under Wolf had already started, screaming and rushing in and out, falling together, one head after another.

Ruthless, cold-blooded, harvesting.

The whirring hot wind of the wasteland blew on the corpses at will, and the bandit group of a hundred people became a dry pile of corpses in less than three minutes.

Five days!

They were going to patrol the vast area completely, and they were not going to ask for it, and then their heads were to be given as gifts.

The task is so big that I can't afford to waste time.

After the Wolf robbers ransacked it, a group of fanged hyenas sped into the slaughter site, carrying the corpses and heading towards the transit station.

The killing in the wasteland is faster, more ruthless, and more ferocious than expected.

The breadth of coverage is far beyond the imagination of living beings.

"Stop, what are you doing!", a group of eagle-body archers quickly swooped down from the sky, these rates belonged to the feather clan of Bolangsha Flamingos, and were patrolling their domination.

Caravan!

Apparently a caravan that wants to trade in the wasteland!

"Bosses, we are from the Red Rock Merchant Group!", the shrewd boss took out a golden hoof and handed it over, surviving in the wasteland will inevitably have to deal with robbers, the golden hoof is the most direct and realistic.

If these eagle-body archers were usually accepted, but now the task is special, and after receiving an order from the Bolangsha Fire Crane, not a stranger or even a strange fly is allowed to fly over in their territory.

Sometimes the nonsense is a complete waste of his precious life, and the head of the merchant group thinks that his incorruptible tongue can put down these greedy eagle marksmen.

Unfortunately, three minutes later, the eagle-cler's feathered arrows pierced through the corpses of everyone in the caravan, not even the ordinary lowly slaves.

In the northern part of the wasteland, fireballs are launched from the center of the mercenary group, heavy warriors forge a wall of flesh, and archers are constantly searching for targets.

The three mages took on a triangular posture and became the absolute main force of this mercenary group.

"We are the Stormwind Brilliant Mercenary Regiment, and we are here on a mission!"

Looking at the yak orcs who kept surrounding them, plus the barbarian robbers scurrying down from the ice field, and the ten undead chariots in the distance that kept firing putrid bombs.

The strength of the Brilliant Mercenary Group is definitely in the top ten in Stormwind City, and in the past, even the Mage and Robber Group had to give three points of face in the wasteland.

They are fully equipped according to the Terran legion model, with heavily armored warriors, knights, mages, restored priests, and even hired archers and hunters.

It's a tough bone for any bandit!

Just a day ago, the traces of yak orcs were spotted.

I thought it was because the yak orcs didn't have a bright head, so they didn't dare to hit their idea at all.

But soon with the addition of the barbarian bandits, the undead chariots surrounded, and finally realized that this was a layout aimed at them.

It's been a whole day, and the siege of this group of robbers has not stopped in the slightest, and the corpses of yak orcs next to them are far more broken than they have lost soldiers.

The mage's fireball rained down, and it was a complete waste of life.

It's a pity that it's still a desperate siege.

The Glorious Regiment couldn't figure out what was going on.

Time is like the water of the Agate River, flowing forward in a roar, like a living being, burying his life forever in this wasteland.

For five whole days.

The wasteland underwent an absolute metamorphosis from life to death, and in this vast area of three million square kilometers, the haze of killing finally stopped.

Thirteen bandit tribes, inhuman slaughter!

Bandit bandits, caravans, mercenary groups, and even ordinary creatures passing by are left behind in the wasteland.

The soaring black air rushed into the sky, like wolf smoke pouring straight into the sky.

Looking down from the sky, there is not a chimney under the wolf smoke, but a mountain of corpses.

Countless corpses were decomposed, fermented, deposited, and evaporated under the scorching sun, emitting a black mist-like smoke that persisted for a long time.

The blood had turned into plasma and dried up on the wasteland, and the corpses were still gathering on the pile.

Poof!

A spark burst into the pile of corpses.

One, two, a whole thirteen corpses were on fire, soaking the entire wasteland in corpse smoke.

You can feel the blazing heat from hundreds of miles away, and you can see the monstrous smoke from thousands of miles away.

The flames finally stopped, the flesh and blood evaporated, and the bones quickly softened under such high temperatures, piling up into huge piles of corpse bones, constantly emitting a faint black air flow towards the sky.

Li Zhenshuo admired the unique scenery on the wasteland, standing on the top floor of the Whale Tavern, the wind brought only the rancid smell of corpses.

The protagonists of this era of annexation did not fluctuate in their hearts.

Slaughter the living!

Definitely a torture.

Lao Li is not a demon and is not so hard-hearted, but he knows very well that if the wasteland wants to gain a foothold in this world, he must go through such pain.

He knew very well that many people were innocent, but they just wanted to survive in this barren wasteland.

Just like himself at the beginning, he tried his best to do business in various bandit tribes.

It's nothing more than wanting to live!

He had risen step by step from an ordinary creature, and knew how difficult life could be under the oppression of robbers.

But he knew better how sad it was to wake up in despair and wake up not to be hungry, but to be glad that he was alive.

Now, although there are countless dead creatures, Lao Li can pat his chest and guarantee that he doesn't have to worry about whether he has the life to see the sun when he wakes up.

The union of thirteen bandit tribes, even if the orc and human races want to intervene in the wasteland, they have to use their brains.

Relying on Emerald Ridge alone will never be able to guarantee its own interests.

Li Zhenshu didn't transport the corpses to Emerald Ridge, and the corpses stood just above the transit station.

Makes everyone who walks through the underground tunnel tremble.

That's a sign of their independence!

It is also a symbol of independence in the wasteland!

After this purge, the entire wasteland has completely entered a new era of rule by the thirteen bandits!

Li Zhenshu likes this kind of era, and dealing with the thirteen giant thieves is far easier than dealing with countless creatures in the wasteland.

The Stormwind City Lord frowned as he looked at the black corpse smoke.

With this horrific massacre, those who want to enter the Agate Wilderness to make a fortune in the future must be allowed by the bandit group.

The core of these bandit groups is concentrated on one point.

Emerald Ridge!

That territory in the hands of the dark necromancer!