Missing or missing! The news of one disappearance after another came, and Aldridge, who was in charge of the city's security part-time, was about to be annoyed to death at the moment.

To say that Flame City is now also a city with a settled population of more than 100,000 and an unknown floating population, the disappearance of a few people can almost be said to be commonplace, and the disappearance of individuals in this place without the monitoring of the city's cameras will hardly cause any fluctuations.

If you can annoy Aldridge, it means that there must be a certain number of missing people.

In fact, it is true that more than 20 people are missing, all of them from the same area.

This narrowed the scope of the perpetrator to the extreme, but Aldridge and they just couldn't catch this person, and they didn't even know what the characteristics of the perpetrator were.

Panic spread in this small area.

I don't know when, the news of demons eating people has spread.

Naturally, some people with rich associations thought of necromancers who used human corpses for experiments from these missing people, and it seems that this explanation is completely in line with all the phenomena.

There is no corpse, and there is no concrete image of the perpetrator, and the necromancer, as the caster, is fully qualified and capable of doing all this.

It's just that since Sandru took refuge in Flame City and established Sandru's prosthetic shop, Sandru, who has an endless supply of materials, has been immersed in his own experiments all day long, except for doing some knowledge for the apprentices, he almost doesn't ask about the world, how can such a person do such a thing, it's completely unnecessary!

So was it an alien necromancer's doing? Everything was just speculation, and the unknown got Aldridge into trouble.

In Aldridge's heart. When the city lord Mo Xuan left, he entrusted the safety of Flame City to his hands, but he didn't expect that it would not be long before this kind of turmoil occurred in Flame City, which made him feel ashamed.

After perceiving the uneasiness and turmoil of the residents, Adridge was ruthless and directly monitored this small area of nearly 1,000 people with the army.

Idle and boring barbarians and human giants form a team of three or five, and patrol here all the time.

The mighty military momentum emanated from these squads, but these big men who could scare ordinary people into urine brought a sense of security to the people around them, and quieted these restless hearts.

"Damn it! It took a long time to stir up their emotions, but I didn't expect to be calmed down in such a moment. My food!" The hedgerat's body spread several spiritual lines to collect the negative emotions around it. Unfortunately, there were too few of them, and he had no appetite at all.

It's just that it's not just a matter of appetite, he can't grow without being fed with negative emotions. You can't survive.

It can be said that Aldridge's move hit him to the core.

"I want more food!" said the hedger's eyes lit up with a blinding sparkle. It doesn't match the way he looks now.

Then he felt the patrol outside. I lowered my head, not knowing what I was thinking

Confused, irritated. Exhaustion, this is whistling in the heart now.

Whistling really didn't know how to describe those original peers.

These people are like rats and flies, you know their existence, but you can't catch them, and then they come to harass them again and again, and the disgusting is no longer enough to describe his current mood.

Clearing,Blockade can use all the moves, but what about the effect!Whistling doesn't know how to be an effect, according to his calculations, the people brought out by the old people in the original fortress were basically killed by him, but why are people still making trouble for him until now?

And these gopher-like guys are getting better and better.

From setting traps to ambush them, to now sneaking around, they don't seem to have any clear goals, almost catching what they are looking for, which makes there is no way to target them.

Perhaps the only thing that comforted Howling was that the Remington family on the other side was not doing well, although they had all kinds of flying monsters to help scout, but since they were targeted once or twice, killing and injuring a few flying monsters, these guys who were regarded as treasures never appeared in the sky above the Flame Province, well, except for the occasional wind over their own fortress.

It's just that these days are getting more and more difficult, and the transportation of various materials is becoming more and more difficult, and the big team without a few hundred people does not dare to go out at all.

Howling could feel the fighting spirit of his men dissipating more and more, and the civilians under him becoming more and more irritable.

"It's time to unite!" Whistling and Remington thought at the same time.

It's just that who should be in charge! The question lingered in the minds of the two of them again, and then they began to hesitate again, neither of them was sure that they would necessarily be the leaders

Hurrah, hoo, hurdle, dodge!! a hoarse cry echoed over the narrow mouth of the canyon.

Werewolves are in a fierce confrontation with humans.

The fur of the claws collides with the metal armor of the weapon.

The passionate shouts are endless.

"War!glory!God of War bless me!" The priest's voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the attack speed and movement speed of the human warriors in the place where he looked at greatly increased.

And in the feeling of the werewolf warriors, the strength of these human warriors has greatly increased as if they have started a madness, and the werewolves who were caught off guard were driven out by humans, and the rout was irrepressible.

Eventually, the werewolves were driven out, leaving corpses all over the ground, and the vultures in the sky were wandering and chirping, eager to eat their food.

"How's the result?" asked the priest who had finished unleashing the magic as he walked up to the front commander breathlessly.

"I said my boys were the best! They killed three hundred!" the front-line commander did not hesitate to praise himself.

"What about the damage!"

"Well, there are forty great guys who are far away from us, and they will go to the kingdom of God to serve our Lord!" There is no sadness on the face of the front-line commander, in fact, in this world that really has God, a believer can really return to the kingdom of God after death, and it is definitely better than living in the main material plane, so in the eyes of this group of believers who regard war as experience, it is glorious to die in battle, so there is no sadness!

Sure enough, after hearing this, the pastor nodded with satisfaction.

"That, my lord, we have a lot of equipment, let's see if we can add some more!" The front-line commander rubbed his thick hands together and begged the priest for equipment with a greedy face.

"Didn't you just add it yesterday!, why do you want it again today?" asked the pastor, looking unkind, frowning.

"Yesterday was yesterday, yesterday's war naturally had yesterday's attrition, today's war had today's attrition, and those hairy monsters went crazy to loot our weapons, including the javelins we threw out, and when we cleaned up the battlefield, they were all swept away by the group of long-haired monsters!" said this front-line commander's face was very unsightly.

Why? Because the spoils of war are also the criterion for judging whether a war is won or not, and in the current situation, many people are killed, but they are completely losing money economically! In the face of such a situation, how can the front-line commander's face look good!

Different from the ugly face of the front-line commander of the Duchy of Sparta, the face of Frida the earth werewolf is much better, why, because there is an extreme lack of iron tools in the steppe, it is not that the races on the steppe are not capable of making iron tools, but they cannot form a production and manufacturing The price is high, and a weapon made by humans can buy a small tribe.

What was in front of Frida now? Rows of sophisticated weapons, in Frida's eyes, the quality of which far exceeded the standards of human manufacturing, could only be the craftsmanship of dwarves.

In the eyes of the werewolves who don't have a painful relationship with the dwarves, these are treasures, and the principality of Sparta is the treasure giver, and the grievances that Frida came to have long forgotten have long been forgotten, and now he only has information in his heart.

As for the dead? Where are the undead in the war, and they have only died so much, how big it is, there are many tribes nearby, just recruit one or two at will, and besides, these tribes are not his subordinates, so there is no need to feel distressed. (To be continued......)