Away from home, a Middle-earth man is a worm.

But when a group of Middle-earthers huddle together, it is possible to become a dragon.

It's just that if you want to stay warm, you must have someone who can convince the public and lead everyone to live in this cruel world.

Boss Ji is such a person.

He was originally a yin-yang businessman, and he was also a member of the well-known Ji family in Middle-earth.

I came to Irkutsk only for a special species in the depths of Lake Baikal, the yin-yang fish.

It's a pity that the yin and yang fish were not caught, but they were trapped here, living a precarious life every day.

But Boss Ji is Boss Ji after all, and he deeply knows the truth that there is great power in numbers.

When there was chaos outside and people were killing everywhere, Boss Ji gathered a few company employees, sealed the unit door of the building, and relied on the materials prepared in advance.

Half a year has passed, and countless people have died in the internal struggle for survival resources, but Boss Ji has gathered dozens of middle-earth people to survive here.

And become a well-known person among the survivors.

But Boss Ji doesn't want to be the boss in this place where birds don't, he wants to go back to Middle-earth.

So this time, when he heard that a dragon had fallen from the sky, he did not hesitate to take his men to prepare to store supplies and then leave the city.

I didn't think that the dragon meat was not obtained, but it provoked the master of the temple.

The other party obviously has an enmity with Middle-earth, and now he wants to kill all the people of Middle-earth, and he will be killed if he becomes a turtle with a shrunken head.

As soon as Boss Ji spoke, the black-robed warriors in the temple let out a mocking laugh.

One of them said in half-baked Chinese: "The people of Middle-earth are blasphemous people without faith!" ”

"You all deserve to die!"

They didn't wait for the golden-robed magician's order, and slowly surrounded the Middle-earthers with the two-handed giant swords in their hands.

Someone behind Boss Ji said angrily: "Damn! Fight with them! ”

"It's a death left and right! Lao Tzu doesn't want to die in a nest! ”

This drew a cacophony of angry scolding.

People are here to kill the people of Middle-earth, and it is useless to beg for mercy or anything.

At this time, everyone can only play with their lives.

Seeing that a fire was about to start, he heard more than thirty survivors next to him slowly stand up.

The leader stood silently behind Boss Ji and the others, with an axe, machete, and old-fashioned shotgun in his hand, and confronted the black-robed warriors of the temple faintly.

The group were all Slavs, all of them stout and dressed like big bears.

The leader said coldly to the golden-robed magician, "Respected magician, we are just small people living at the bottom. ”

"We don't want to be in any battles, we just want to be able to fill our stomachs and get out of this damned, frozen city."

"But the adults are pushing too hard, so we have to fight back."

The strong man turned to Boss Ji and said, "My name is Ivan, I think, we can unite and fight side by side." ”

The two groups joined forces, and there were one hundred and eighty people, to say the least.

The most important thing is that everyone stands up with the same hatred and hatred for the enemy, and sees death as if they were home.

The temple is not a thing.

To them, this group of people is blasphemous.

And blasphemers are of no race.

They would kill the Middle-earthers, then slowly the Slavs, then the Norsemen, and then the Alaskans......

Until all of these blasphemers are killed.

If you want to survive, you can only form a group.

Things have developed so far, and the golden-robed magician has become interested.

He waved his hand to signal the gunship above his head not to move, and then said with a smile: "Interesting, interesting." ”

"Are there any blasphemers who are not afraid of death?"

"Good! Here's a chance! You can go up one by one, or you can rush to the top one by one! ”

"As long as one of you can defeat me, I'll spare everyone!"

He walked in front of everyone confidently and said proudly: "Don't say that I bullied you!" ”

"I've got only one hand! If I use the other hand, I lose! ”

This phrase caused a commotion in everyone.

Everyone has lived a life of licking blood on the knife edge for the past six months, who doesn't have two brushes?

Not to mention the lowest-level D-class exorcists, even C-level there are more than a dozen.

Especially when everyone thought of the dragon meat they had worked so hard to get, they were burned by this group of deflated calves, and the anger in their hearts kept rising.

What happened to the temple?

The temple can kill people casually?

Ivan said quickly: "If you want to survive, you have to fight for yourself!" ”

"Who wants to go with us!"

Boss Ji stepped forward and said, "I'm one!" ”

Another strong man in a bearskin coat and carrying a thick wooden stick in his hand took a step forward: "I'm one!" ”

Whether it is Boss Ji or a strong man with a wooden stick, they are all C-level masters.

And after eating dragon meat, his physical fitness and soul strength are still steadily improving.

Although in the face of an A-class, everyone is no different from looking for death, but this is everyone's only chance.

You must know that there are people from the FBI and Tianzhu Dalun Temple watching on the side.

If the golden-robed magician really loses and doesn't admit it, he will lose the face of the temple.

When one after another stood up without hesitation, there were more than ten in the blink of an eye.

They are all C-class exorcists, some have strong soul powers, and some have strong physical qualities.

Either way, this is probably all the C-class among the survivors.

There are more than a dozen C-levels, and they are already considered masters among the survivors.

But the golden-robed magician still sighed, "If this is all there is, I'm afraid you will all die here." ”

Boss Ji shouted: "If you die, you will die, my master of Middle-earth has smashed all the cities in the sky!" Are you still afraid of you as a golden-robed magician! ”

As soon as the words fell, the golden-robed magician's face suddenly became hideous: "Look for death!" ”