"Let me tell you. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Bafant, the devil of the sheep's horns, who had been silent, spoke.

His eyes were half-closed, as if he was recalling: "That is, three days ago, we just experienced a siege of the Zerg that day.

It was quite a tough battle, and almost all of them became exhausted. ”

What does this have to do with Luo Zhixiang being imprisoned in a death camp?

"We had just come down from the city wall and were about to come back to rest, but at this time, Luo Zhixiang suddenly rushed towards a wizard in the same costume as him who was walking in the distance like crazy.

Luo Zhixiang suddenly made a move, and without saying a word, he immediately killed the other party. ”

"Why did he do this?" Lin Feng was very strange.

Although Luo Zhixiang was born in the Witchcraft Continent's veteran wizard sect "Soul Refining Sect", he is usually a little taciturn, as far as Lin Feng gets along with him, he is purely a cold-faced and hot-hearted guy, and he is the best in the entire team except for Bafengte.

Not saying a word and killing people in the street is not what he should do at all.

"I don't know, this little guy hasn't said a word since he killed him until the law enforcement team took him away. ”

How so?

"How is Luo Zhixiang's situation in the death camp now?" Lin Feng asked.

"I don't know, we couldn't go into the death camp to meet him even after all our efforts, but a friend quietly told me that the guy Luo Zhixiang killed was an emperor-level Great Perfection wizard, and he had to stay in the death camp for ten sieges. ”

The sheep-headed devil Bafonte looked worried.

Ten siege battles, as a young wizard with relatively weak hand-to-hand combat ability, how could Luo Zhixiang stay alone in front of Ahmai City, which was full of terrifying new Zerg Clans, as a member of the death battalion for ten battles?

And as far as Ba Fengte can see, Luo Zhixiang's mental state is quite wrong.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Death camp. ”

Of course, Lin Feng didn't have the right to directly enter the death camp, so he first returned to the City Lord's Mansion in Ahmai City.

Lin Feng first met the Nightmare Knight Rosaying and Duke Baran Bassem, who were chatting at Luotian Battle Castle.

Seeing Lin Feng coming back, Nightmare Knight Rosaiying was very strange, didn't this guy go to see his friends?

When Lin Feng saw that a stranger was there, he immediately greeted Duke Baran Butterm very politely, and then told Luo Zhixiang about it.

Originally, Lin Feng hoped that Luo Zhixiang would issue a pardon order, which directly pardoned Luo Zhixiang's sins.

But even if Luo Saiying asked Lin Feng now, even if he wanted to offer Lin Feng like a god, he still refused Lin Feng's request without thinking about it.

It's not in accordance with the rules.

This is the devil of hell, who is born for the rules and lives according to the rules has become their instinct.

Even the city lord Luo Saiying has no ability to break the rules of the death camp in Ahmai City.

This is also the main reason why the demons of hell have incomparably strong combat power.

However, Lin Feng was really not angry, he knew in his heart about the stinky temper of the devils.

Originally, he didn't have much hope for this, Lin Feng actually came over for one thing.

He wants to ask the Nightmare Knight Rouseying for a right to visit the death camp.

For this, Luo Saiying readily agreed to him, and handed Lin Feng a piece of his own waist card.

Lin Feng took the waist card, said hello to Luo Saiying and Duke Baran Butterm, and turned around to leave.

An old voice came from behind Lin Feng.

"Lord Lin Feng, how is that bloodthirsty demon sword now?"

Duke Baran Bassham finally couldn't help it, and he looked at Lin Feng with a nervous expression.

Lin Feng's heart moved, who the hell is this Duke Baran Bartham, how does he know that I have the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword?

However, Lin Feng still answered this question: "There is no more bloodthirsty demon sword in this world. ”

Looking at Lin Feng's back as he gradually moved away, the boulder in Duke Baran Butterm's heart was finally put down.

The Death Camp is one of the strangest places in Ahmai City, saying that it is a part of Ahmai City, because it is an important part of Ahmai City, but some people calculate it completely separate from Ahmai City.

Because it was not built in the city of Ahmai at all, more than a thousand meters in the northeast corner of the city of Ahma, this is where the death camp is located.

They are a barrier that the Zerg must pass through when attacking Ahma.

The dead men of the Death Camp are basically made up of sinners who have killed people in the city of Ahma, and according to the rules of Ahma, they must stay in the camp until they have participated in a siege that is sufficient to atone their sins.

It's just that with the 90 percent mortality rate, there are really not many people who can hope to leave here alive.

"Only the strong can survive. "This is the iron rule of the death camp.

Death battalion, that's just an external appellation. Secretly, people often call it cannon fodder battalions.

There are no fighters here, only cannon fodder.

In the spirit of waste utilization, these sinners who should have been executed have been gathered here for basic training, ready to become the first line of defense of Ahmai City as soon as the Zerg attack on Ahmai City.

Most of the people who entered here also had the idea that it was better to die than to live, and they had been following the rules of the camp, hoping that they could successfully survive the attack of the Zerg and then leave this hell on earth.

Of course, due to the fear of death, there are many people who have become thorns in the head of the day to live a day.

Werewolf Provence is one such thorn.

Provence comes from a world quite far away from the Bloody War Continent, a saint-level mid-level werewolf raider.

The Werewolf Raider is a werewolf class unique to their world, and at the middle level of the Holy Rank, he has an incomparably powerful instantaneous explosive power and indestructible sharp minions.

The invincible sharp minions are the proudest pride of Provence.

But he didn't expect that this proud thing that he was proud of suddenly became a talisman that killed him.

It's just that he drank a little more wine, and it's just a hot-headed cat man who hugged the cat man next to him and went crazy with a little drunkenness, who would have thought that he would directly tear the other party to pieces with a miss.

Just kidding, you are also a powerful sacrifice of the Emperor-level Great Perfection, although the physical defense of the long-range cloth profession is indeed weak, but when you were naked in bed before, you didn't notice that you were so easily injured.

At that time, the action could be said to be quite intense!

I love you so much!

Why hurt each other?