In addition to the team led by "Heartdigger" Brie, two other teams have also lost contact one after another. There is no doubt that the half-demon minotaurs have died in the Traction City. As for the remainder, it is only a matter of time before they are wiped out.

Dead half-demon minotaurs, unlike real demons, rarely decompose quickly, turning into puddles of pus or foaming with an astonishing stench. Rather, like creatures on the material plane, they need to be gathered and carefully disposed of.

Leaving these things in place would allow plague to grow in the new prosperous town, so as soon as they were killed, the forced labor battalion dispatched a large number of men to transport them to the manure tank in the corner of the city's intestines in reinforced flatbed carts.

There, the corpses of these half-demon minotaurs are dismembered, and some of the valuable materials are selected for recycling, and the rest of the waste is degraded into fertilizer to feed for those acid mist worms for meat. It can be regarded as allowing these half-demon minotaurs to make final compensation for the losses they have caused to the city.

"Buzz" ......

The sound of chainsaws cutting minced meat was deafening, and the laborers in the manure tank workshop were busy. Working here are the last of the New Prosperity Town's hard laborers, each of whom is vicious and tenacious enough to be turned into a soul prism long ago.

A leprosy gnoll man used a tool to cut the material, and while others were not looking, he picked up some half-demon minotaur flesh and stuffed it into his mouth. He barely made a chewing movement and filled his stomach with the "extra meal".

Most of the other hard laborers around will also have this kind of "extra meal" behavior. Not missing any opportunity to replenish nutrition has become the survival instinct of these guys.

"Ahh

Glancing at the Barb Demon Guard overseeing his work, the gnolls shifted to hide his phlegm into the tank. He tossed a shaved section of his tibia behind him, where the skeletal remains were piled up in a pile.

After a while, the pile of bones will be taken away and sent to a machine to grind into powder. The Gnoll, on the other hand, is now fiddling with the head of a half-demon minotaur, and he is required to remove the horns and wait for the caster to collect them separately.

"You've wasted your fangs and teeth, you're just eating carrion, just to fill your belly......"

An inexplicable voice sounded in the ears of the jackal, and he was so nervous that his ears were pricked up, and his triangular eyes looked around, trying to find out who was so bold that he dared to talk to him at work.

But after searching for a long time, there were no suspicious figures around. His nose twitched twice, but he also smelled the inherent smell of fermentation and decay in the tank, and the smell of flesh from the corpses of the half-demon minotaurs.

Wait a minute......

The gnoll's eyes were staring at the bull's head in his hand, and the eyes on this head actually turned, and the corners of his mouth grinned mockingly, "...... Why do you eat here every day?"

Taunted by a dead creature, the gnoll felt first frightened, then a wave of anger — a sentiment that seemed to have been forgotten for a long time — overwhelmed reason and rekindled a spark in his heart.

"You dead ghost, you dare to say Lao Tzu!" he lowered his voice, and the people next to him only heard a few gurgling sounds in his throat, "Look at Lao Tzu if he doesn't gouge out your eyes and chew them in front of you!"

"I believe," the half-demon minotaur's mouth closed again, but the squirming voice still reached the gnolls' ears, "after all, you were once a qualified thug, Max that everyone feared. ”

"It's Mad Max, it's 'Hunter Wolf' Max......" The gnoll man had a hideous look on his face, and then gritted his teeth and said, "...... He is the younger brother of the 'Slaughtering Demon Wolf' Mai Sikui's compatriot!"

The sound sounded out of nowhere, evoking memories that Max will never forget. The gnoll was originally a promising warrior, but because he was jealous of his brother, he was expelled from the wolf pack for a reason.

In order to get revenge, Max made a pact with a certain devil and gained more power. However, by the time he found the brother who had framed him, he had already died at the hands of a minotaur who was an enemy of the Gnoll tribe.

It seems to have been taken out of the heart, who else...... Max can't remember the situation anymore, but because the terms of the contract had been fulfilled, he still managed to escape the clutches of the devil and was taken captive to Bato Nine Prison. Then, this guy was reduced to Gu Yongbin on the heteroplane, and was thrown into a bloody battle by the devils as cannon fodder.

To tell the truth, with his own strength, this early mix was not bad—bullying newcomers and abusing the weak, all of which were natural abilities he had learned from the bones—until Quest established the town of Prosperity and re-established order with great strength. He, a restless fellow, was thrown into a hard labor camp on the first day of the young blue dragon's tenure.

There is no chance of being pardoned, and every day has to live a life of silence, and the crazy Max is gradually smoothed out, and the only thought is to struggle to live a few more days. But today, the strange words that the dead minotaur "spoke" to him reactivated his numbing nerves.

He felt unwillingness, he felt anger, but he also felt hope - "You are a jackal who is destined to do great things, and suffering can only make you more ferocious," the strange voice sounded again, but Max's eyes became a little firm, "Sometimes, all you need is your own hand to push, and the spark can start a prairie fire!"

Huang Zhong's voice resounded in the mind of Max the Gnoll. As if a ghost, he jerked to his feet, looked at the stack of minotaur bones behind him, and stretched out his clawed palm.

"Bang!"

Flames rose into the air, and the pile of bones was like a burning bonfire. Then, one by one...... More and more drudgery repeated Max's behavior, and the entire manure tank was filled with smoke from the campfire.

Seeing that something was going on, the barbed demon guards on duty here immediately wanted to take action, but just as they were about to teleport to the dung tank and slaughter all the hard laborers who dared to find trouble, a sudden change occurred.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Smoke poured into their throats, and the barbed demon guards all coughed, unable to concentrate on their spell-like abilities. An even more terrible thing happened then, these Batzu devils with amazing physique actually coughed and vomited blood. Their bodies gradually withered, and they were eventually all dropped to the ground unconscious.