It's a very bloated team.

More than 100,000 people, in a variety of forms, are moving forward in this wave.

The people of the wasteland have never been more excited than they are today, and it should be said that such excitement has been going on for a month. Legend has it that the unbreakable barrier was easily broken, and the legend has it that those tough monks in the Middle East are like paper paste.

They drove straight in, like a bamboo, wantonly plundering everything, and those so-called big forces avoided from afar, not daring to provoke themselves in the slightest. Well-dressed and sanctimonious people are everywhere, there are very few people with blood and backbone, and the resistance encountered can be said to be minimal.

Those delicate female monks in the Eastern Immortal Domain are full of charm, and they are ten thousand times better than those mothers-in-law who hold a one-person high scimitar and roar loudly on the grassland. But whenever they encountered, these wastelanders never had the heart to kill them, so they collected them all. There are also many slaves and spirit beasts, there are too many, and this team has become a vast number of more than 100,000.

Some people even plundered a green building directly, and put that building on a flying spirit weapon to transport, and those drunken songs and dances along the way never stopped, and it was even a magnificent turn. There were also cruel men who tied up strings of slaves and whipped them with thorn whips in search of some kind of pleasure.

The wasteland man has truly seen what "servility" is, knows that the knife is not on his neck, as long as he still has a way to live, then he can live like a dog. The same is true of the women who have been plundered, who can laugh at anyone and let anyone ravage them, as long as you can keep them alive.

The Eastern Immortal Domain is simply a circle of lambs. It was probably with the surrounding natural dangers that he was able to hold this land. If the wastelanders invade, it will take less than three months to sweep through every inch of land.

From time to time they stopped to encamp, laughter mixed with wails of pain, and the people of the wasteland basked in the joy of their victory.

They never thought that this plunder would be so easy and easy, and these people in the Eastern Immortal Domain were as vulnerable as chickens and dogs, and the most important thing was that the beauty and richness of this land were really beyond imagination.

Let go and plunder as much as you can, as long as you can, everything in this land is yours!

The Wastelanders thought they had found an excellent way to survive, and as long as they came here regularly to plunder, they would be able to live for years without having to fight their fellow citizens for months for a few resources. Compared to the wasteland people who survive in killing all day long, the life of the monks of the Eastern Immortal Domain can be said to be heavenly, comfortable until death.

One can imagine how the people on the grassland will greet these heroes when they return with a full load! When people see this abundant resource, they will be mad! The whole wasteland will be completely agitated, the Broken Hung Pass has been broken, and at that time anyone can drive straight into it and wantonly burn and loot!

The procession stretched horizontally for thousands of miles, and there were hundreds of miles longitudinally, with harrier eagles hovering overhead, unknown spirit beasts rushing on the ground, slaves chained in chains forming a long procession, and the surrounding wasteland people were fighting wantonly, making a mess on the land for thousands of miles.

However, when approaching the Broken Hung Pass, due to the influence of the terrain, the scattered team gradually shrank, turned into a sharp cone, and slowly marched towards the Broken Hung Pass.

More than 100,000 people began to crowd, people began to live next to each other, the feces of spirit beasts began to fall on the feet of several people, and the hot sweat began to form a strange mist, enveloping the people nearby.

The narrower the pass, the more crowded it becomes. The baggage slaves, everything that had been plundered, began to be crowded together. The reason for this is that these more than 100,000 wasteland people do not have a clear leader, they are composed of more than 20 tribes, and there are hundreds of small tribes.

Wasteland people are wild by nature, how can they accept control. Even what the tribal leader says may not be forbidden. This is also the reason why the people of the wasteland have never had an empire or a dynasty, they only obey their own desires and act recklessly.

"What the hell is going on? Why don't you leave in front?"

"Just you talk a lot, and you have no way to walk with a mallet?"

"Fuck your fart! Why is there no road ahead? If there is no way, it won't explode? It can still block the door of the house? Can a living person suffocate to death?"

"Lao Tzu will tie you with a rope and see if you can suffocate your urine!"

"Then you have to prepare a thick hemp rope, I'm afraid I won't be able to tie me up!"

In this kind of laughter and scolding, everyone became more and more crowded, but they still couldn't figure out what was going on in front of them, so there was no way to continue to move forward.

The month-long wanton burning and looting had completely made these wasteland people completely relax their guard, and they completely believed that the monks of the Eastern Immortal Domain were lambs to be slaughtered, and even if they were unarmed, the other party might not dare to kill them. As for things like ambushes, they never thought about it.

The team behind was immersed in the song and swallow dance, and they didn't know what was happening in front of them, so they still squeezed towards this narrow pass.

"Get out of the way of the front!

"Get out of here! Steady! Steady! Go up and hold on to a few people! Don't let the small building fall!"

"Steady! You're fucking blind!"

"Get out of the way!"

In an anxious shout, the seven-story building collapsed to the ground, and the drunken wastelanders inside had no idea what was happening, and were buried naked in the rubble.

Fortunately, the physique of the people of the wasteland is quite strong, even if they fall from a thousand feet, they can't fall to death without using their spiritual power. However, the only characteristic of these wastelanders is that they are not good at flying spirits, preferring to walk on their own feet. That's why they'd rather huddle together on the ground than fly to the sky.

The naked man in the small building was pulled out, causing a long laughing and scolding.

More than 100,000 people have all squeezed into this narrow pass.

No one cares what the road ahead is, everyone's heart is simply a sloth, they would rather stay in the fertile soil of the Eastern Immortal Domain for the rest of their lives, except for returning to the barren soil of the wasteland to show off, there is no point in doing so.

Crossing the Broken Hung Pass is a snowstorm, so it's better to stay here. Taking advantage of this last journey, everyone is drunk and dreaming of death, and enjoy what life is.

No matter where you are, you are looking for fun, so why rush home?

Now it just so happens that everyone is together, they haven't seen each other for a long time, and they have a lot of nonsense with each other, and they take out their treasured beauties to communicate, isn't it the most satisfying thing in life?

It is said that it is a last resort, not to mention that everyone is willing to squeeze into this narrow corner, lean on each other, and feel the breath of their existence.

The wind and snow outside the pass were all blocked by the Broken Hung Pass, and only a few thin pieces of snow drifted over, and when they were halfway through, they became water vapor and rose into the sky again, as if they were blown up by the noise below.

And in the narrow mouth of the gate, there is a piece of singing and dancing, wine and meat.

......

Scarface had already stood up, his hands clapping on the city wall that had condensed thousands of years of ice, the green tendons on the top burst out, and the ice below cracked inch by inch.

The cold ice that has accumulated for thousands of years, and has been tempered by the wind day and night, even if no one processes it, it has become a mysterious spirit weapon, and it is really not something that ordinary people can hold.

Both the drama and Wang Shi had already guessed the origin of Scarface, probably one of the defenders who survived the last invasion of the wastelanders, and the story may be interesting, but it is not worth listening to.

"Want revenge?" asked the drama with a smile.

Scarface turned around and looked at the play, even though he desperately let anger take over his mind, he still didn't know where timidity came from, making him lose all his courage suddenly.

Although the two people in front of him were not something he could figure out, Scarface could still detect it, and the one wearing a black and white mask obviously had more say in power.

Suddenly, Scarface knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "The lord must have come here to kill the people of the wasteland, and the villain has thanked the adults here!"

Wang Shi glanced at it indifferently and said, "You don't have to thank him, the wasteland people were put in by him." ”

Scarface's body trembled obviously, but he didn't raise his head, and still whispered: "I haven't seen an adult put them in, I've only seen an adult kill them all, and they are the heroes of our Eastern Immortal Domain!

The actor smiled and turned to look at Wang Shi.

Wang Shi stood up, walked to the city wall, looked down, looked at the lights that were gradually turning on, and looked at the more than 100,000 people who were immersed in singing, dancing, wine and meat.

There's nothing wrong with Scarface's approach, and it's the wisest thing to do.

Even if the drama in front of him is the culprit who put 100,000 wastelanders in, can Scarface still have the strength to kill him? Some things have already happened, and it is an established fact, so we need to accept it! What can be done? Only by letting the drama kill more than 100,000 wasteland people can we get revenge, and as for the culprit of the drama, it is still too far away from Scarface.

The two of them killed more than 100,000 wasteland people, although Scarface felt a little ridiculous, but he still had a trace of hope from the timidity from the bottom of his heart. The conversation between the two is related to the top figures in the Eastern Immortal Domain. Even if they are so young, they should have some kind of special power.

Scarface thinks that he can only kill a hundred wastelanders when he rushes forward, in that case, he will not be able to take revenge on Huang Ye at all! I am afraid that there is no hope of revenge in this life, and the only chance may be in front of him!

The drama smiled, but did not speak. Wang Shi also quietly looked at the wasteland people under the city wall, and did not speak.

The life and death of more than 100,000 people seem to be between the words of these two people.