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Chapter 1751: Protoss Prisoners of War

Duke Bone Buddha and Duke Six-Fingered, known as the two pillars of the Falling Heaven Demon Kingdom, are the strongest demon kings except for the undead Heavenly Demon.

If you want to enter the City of the Dead, you have to know the existence of these two Optimus Pillars.

"Duke Bone Buddha is usually in the Magic Sacred Courtyard, but he often sees him, but the Duke of Six Fingers is alone, has no family, and will not be bound to one place, and likes to travel in the red dust, so whether or not you can meet him can only be lucky. โ€

Mentor Dingqiu spoke again and finally said.

"It's getting late, it's time for us to go into town!"

Although there is no limit to the capital of the undead, it is also on the verge of sunset at this time, so Mentor Dingqiu did not continue to say anything more.

Zhang Jian didn't say much, at this moment, the lights of the capital of the dead were gradually rising, and from a distance, the night scene was beautiful.

Dark Cerberus led Zhang Jian and his party towards the capital of the undead.

The six magic fingers could all enter, so Zhang Jian and the others chose the closest place.

Observe closely, you can feel the magnificent atmosphere in the capital of the undead, the magic palaces, full of magic, colorful, very eye-catching.

Most of the people who entered the City of the Undead were Great Demon Gods, and most of them were the same as Zhang Jian and them, from other magic academies, who planned to come to the City of the Undead to participate in the academy battle.

However, the Magic Sacred Academy is divided into two ways, one is unique to the academy, and it is participated in through the academy battle, so there are more places.

The other is open enrollment, anyone can sign up, but this kind of collection of places is very small, the maximum number of places per year is only three, and sometimes there is not even one.

The threshold of the Magic Sacred Academy is very high, and they would rather lack than abuse, even if they can't recruit one student at a time, they won't indiscriminately recruit some second-level demon gods.

However, the fame of the Magic Sanctuary is here, whether it is the academy battle or the open enrollment, it has attracted a large number of demon gods.

Therefore, this time is the time when the number of people in the City of the Undead is the highest.

"Uh......h Woo!"

Just as Zhang Jian and the others were about to enter the capital of the undead, suddenly a horn sounded from far and near, and it sounded quickly.

The sound of this horn was like the light of dawn sweeping through the night, and in an instant, it covered the heavens and the earth, rolling in, attracting the attention of countless demon gods.

"It's a trumpet in the army, what's going on? Is there a big military outbreak going to break out?"

"I don't know, even if there is a war, it won't break out here, this is the capital of the undead, who dares to make a mistake here!"

"Look, there are so many people, a piece of black press!"

There was a lot of talking.

At this time, someone had sharp eyes and saw a dark scene in the distant sky, and quickly exclaimed.

Zhang Jian also frowned slightly and looked sideways.

"Uh......h Woo!"

The trumpets were constantly sounding from afar, and the sound was rolling, and soon they were approaching.

And the black oppressive crowd was also seen clearly by everyone.

"Protoss, it's the Protoss, could it be that the Protoss army has invaded?"

"What nonsense, don't you see that these gods have magic chains on them, these are prisoners of war, they must be prisoners of war who were captured in the extraterritorial battlefield. โ€

"I'm obedient, there are so many prisoners of war, at least tens of thousands, I have never seen so many prisoners of war, and the most in the past was only one or two thousand, it seems that there must be a big battle on the front line this time. โ€

The crowd of black oppression is basically the gods of the god clan, only a few powerful great demon gods are watching, and there are three powerhouses of the demon king realm to ensure that no one can escape.

God!

Zhang Jian's heart moved, and his eyes looked over.

In the distance, these prisoners of war exuded the aura of divine power one by one, but they were all weak, and each of them had a face like ashes and a frightened expression.

Most of them were injured, some were very seriously injured, missing arms and legs were minor problems, and even half of their heads were cut off, and their flesh and blood were blurred, which was very miserable.

And the big demon gods who were watching them were also beaten and scolded, walking slowly, and they were not happy to watch, and they all greeted them directly with magic.

This group of Protoss prisoners of war is even more miserable.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhang Jian's expression moved, and he looked at a certain figure, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw that among the prisoners of war, there was a beautiful figure, the original tall figure, but now it was scarred, and the delicate face was also full of haggardness.

"Miaotian?"

Zhang Jian didn't expect to see Miaotian God here.

At the beginning, in the extraterritorial battlefield, in the material gathering place, after Zhang Jian sent her away, she was never seen again.

I didn't expect to see you now, but here, in this case.

At this time, although Miao Tianshen was also scarred, he was already much better than others.

She actually became a prisoner of war?

Could it be that there really been some major wars in extraterritorial battlefields?

Zhang Jian frowned slightly, he hadn't paid attention to the extraterritorial battlefield recently, and he didn't know the specific situation.

However, at this time, Miao Tianshen became a prisoner of war, wearing special magical chains around his neck, hands and feet.

This kind of magic chain is specially researched to deal with the gods, and it has little effect on the demons, but it can suppress and restrain the divine power.

At this time, these Protoss prisoners of war were wearing magical chains, even if there were many Great God Realm powerhouses among them, but at this time, their divine power was restrained, weak and helpless, and they were powerless to resist when they were bullied by ordinary demon gods.

"Swallowing the sky is also there?"

Zhang Jian saw a familiar figure again.

I saw that among the prisoners of war, the figure of the Devouring Heaven God was also among them.

However, compared with Miao Tianshen, he was much more miserable, his right arm was broken, the wound was bloody and blurred, his face was as pale as paper, and the whole person staggered, stumbling in the crowd.

"What's going on?"

Seeing Miao Tian Shen and Devouring Tian Shen, Zhang Jian's heart moved slightly, he wanted to rescue them, but even if he could fight with the Demon King Realm, he didn't dare to take action lightly here.

After all, this is the capital of the undead, and the strong man doesn't know how much, he doesn't want people to be rescued, but he puts himself in.

Therefore, at this time, he asked the Dingqiu mentor who was more familiar with this place.

"Brother Gu Yuan, these are prisoners of war on the front line, it seems that this time there was a big victory, otherwise how could there be so many prisoners of war, you see, if you like it, you can buy one or two when the time comes." โ€

Mentor Dingqiu was not surprised by this, and spoke with pride and a smile on his face.

After all, he is a demon god, and he is naturally proud of his opposition to the gods.

"Can you still buy and sell?"

Zhang Jian didn't care about his pride and pride, but grasped the key to the matter.

"Yes, these prisoners of war are very good servants, and they are also important experimental materials for the study of the Protoss, we use them to experiment with new types of magic, and we can also use them to create magic against the Protoss, such prisoners of war are very popular. โ€

Mentor Dingqiu spoke again, and his words made Zhang Jian's brows furrow slightly, and his heart suddenly became cold.