Chapter 1294

Dicken, the little devil, was dressed in a suit of fur federal mobilization soldiers and followed several players in black on the vast snow field. Dicken didn't like the extremely cold environment here, but he didn't have a choice.

A year ago, when Dicken died of starvation on the coke plain, he had no choice. At that time, there were only two ways for him to go, either because he was weak and became the rations of other evil spirits, or he accepted the relief of those human beings and signed a contract that could be called a contract of sale.

Hell, that contract can't even pick out any flaws. It's said that it's the ultimate weapon that thousands of terrible strong men called lawyers have worked hard for dozens of hours.

Dicken doesn't know what kind of profession a lawyer is, but he is sure that lawyers are much more powerful than soldiers, mages, Rangers and other common goods. After all, even the devils are studying the additional clauses in the contract signed by Dicken himself, trying to learn more useful knowledge from it.

In short, Dicken sold himself to human beings for one hundred years in order to get enough food. According to the contract, any behavior except farting must be approved by his employer. This employer refers to tens of thousands of ordinary human beings. According to the order of priority, it follows the orders of higher level human beings.

For a time, Dicken felt that the main material world had evolved into a larger and more rigorous hell.

Therefore, when the players in front of them are light, Dicken can only act as animal power together with several other demons of the same status, and pull the huge carriage forward. The wheels of the carriage are deeply sunk in the snow, and each step requires the small devils to exhaust their whole strength.

"I said, is this normal below?" Vladimir pushed his hat and looked at the little devil pulling the cart behind him. He always felt a little uncomfortable. Before that job, Misha, his bear, was working on it. There was a magic cannon in the car, which was the secret weapon they prepared to attack the winter palace.

The players of the Maoist Federation are so pitiful that they don't have enough large storage equipment to distribute to all the teams. Some teams have to drag their cannons forward with manpower.

Fortunately, there is a free labor force, although it seems strange.

"You mean those little devils?" The demon player who opened his cloak lit a fire in his palm to keep warm: "they are all idiots who have signed a contract of sale. They can be used freely. They are some kind of public property. They can be used as long as they are free."

Yuri looked at the little devil who worked hard behind him. He thought of the woman who had made her green and then took half of her property. She felt that she was also a fool who had signed a contract of sale and had the same fate with those evil demons. Therefore, he poured a large mouthful of vodka into his head and died of drunkenness.

Several demon players were infected by Yuri. They raised their newly allocated vodka in their hands to start a round of tons of vodka. Everything in hell is good, that is, the wine is too little. The price of wine was once fried to the point that even the upper devil had to calculate by ml when drinking.

Zhuoya wanders around the team. They have now crossed the area controlled by the players and entered the territory of the aborigines. According to the information provided above, there is a permanent iron guard group defending here.

However, Zhuoya searched the area of one kilometer, and did not see any trace of patrol passing by. It was deserted as if there was no man's land.

This is not supposed to be the case here.

Zhuoya found an abandoned village where the empty house collapsed in the blizzard and stood like a tombstone.

"It looks like the Czar or someone else has moved the population close to our control area." Zhuoyaro searched the abandoned village, which was evacuated clean and left nothing valuable.

"It sounds like the attention of that demon monk. He likes doing this kind of thing best." Mikhail rubbed his two axes: "according to Rasputin's idea, it would be convenient for him to manage all the people in the capital."

"It doesn't matter. We're trying to solve him." Vladimir chuckled on Misha's back. "This land will soon come back to life, as it has happened in our history."

Zhuoya didn't reply. She ventured to leave the farthest safety distance that had been determined before. The intuition of the polar Ranger told her that what happened here was not so simple.

Soon, the female Ranger found a relatively thin snow covered area along the vast snowfield. Zhuoya quickly cleared out an open space. The withered yellow and black grass looked lifeless under the snow. With the expansion of the open space area, she finally felt an area not covered by plants.

The Ranger took out his long dagger and dug in the frozen soil. Soon, she dug out a pale bone.

Zhuoya pursed her mouth and refused to believe the news from the Ranger's intuition. She dug forward more crazily. One bone after another was dug out of the soil by a dagger. Until a fist sized skull was dug out by the Ranger, she just sat on the ground.

The residents here have not been displaced. They have been cheated out of their homes and slaughtered here."Vladimir, you have to come and have a look at this." Zhuoya calmed her breath, and constantly stressed to herself that it was just a game, and that all the dead were aborigines. But she failed. Her reason told her that these Aborigines were not only as simple as the data in the game.

They are flesh and blood.

Soon, the huge Yuri used his own weapons to spray out a fierce fire snake. The snow nearby was blown away in an instant, then melted in the fire, and then evaporated into steam. When encountering the cold air, it condensed into ice drops again and hit the ground.

Yuri spent three minutes alone clearing out about 200 square meters of open space. Under the command of the devil players, seven or eight small devils ran into the muddy frozen soil with iron shovels and began to dig.

Soon, hundreds of human skeletons were found one by one. Some of them still kept their deathbed movements. The husband tried to protect his wife and children. The brave man took a few steps in the direction of the murderer. The coward hid behind others.

But the results are the same, the perpetrators have an overwhelming military advantage, no one escaped, no one survived, and eventually were buried in the soil.

The assailants only made a symbolic cover up. If not for the previous blizzard, the remains would have been directly exposed to everyone.

"Most of the people died from gunshot wounds, only a few died by the sword." Vladimir pulled a lead bullet out of a broken bone: "it's not a robber."

"Yes, not robbers." Zhuoya took the lead bullet in her arms.

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