NIP Chapter 193 Refugee Crisis
Chapter 193 Refugee Crisis
The fortress city of Manoron was burning, and the billowing smoke was dyed golden by the setting sun.
The human teams causing chaos on both sides of the city have evacuated, and only the dozens of zombies inside the city walls continue to wreak havoc.
However, with the three red-robed priests holding big swords constantly slashing and killing, it was only a matter of time before the remaining zombies were eliminated.
The raven flew across the sky, looking down at the dragon-skull warriors fighting on the ground.
There was a moment when Xiao Jian was wondering whether to simply destroy the entire city...
However, when he discovered that the group of survivors in the distance had gathered at their previously agreed evacuation location, Xiao Jian finally chose to give up.
But before that…
The raven folded its wings and hit the ground like a stone!
Shock!
"bump--"
A transparent arm stretched out from the top of the raven's head out of thin air and slammed into the priest holding the holy book...
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35!
...instant kill!
The sacred book that fell from the priest's hand was caught by an invisible hand and then sent to a distant courtyard.
At the moment when the sacred priest was attacked, the other three red-robed priests holding giant swords also felt the killing intent from behind, and they turned around and rushed towards Xiao Jian.
However……
Feather arrows!
The raven suddenly transformed into a human form, and the flying feathers scattered behind it shot forward like crossbow arrows...
Suddenly, a large "-2" rose from the heads of the three red-robed priests.
Hundreds of flying feathers swept past like a storm, not only melting the three red-robed priests directly, but also the dragon-skull warrior behind them was affected.
Even a few zombies were accidentally "accidentally injured" by the dense "feather arrows" and turned into a cloud of mist and gradually disappeared.
Xiao Jian caught their swords and teleported them to the small courtyard. Then he cleared the surrounding Dragon Skull Warriors with several sweeps.
Seeing that there was no one alive, Xiao Jian turned into a raven again and flew towards the edge of the fog.
…
The fragment of the world where the fortress city is located is almost half grassland and half forest.
Manoron stands at the junction of forest and grassland.
The direction in which the refugees were fleeing at this time was a sparse forest, and judging from the types of trees, they were almost the same as those in the "Windmill World".
It's like... they were originally connected.
"Huchi...huchi..."
In Team A of the "Salvators", the leading strong man was so tired that he was out of breath. However, as he was about to reach the evacuation point, the leading strong man had to grit his teeth and hold on even if he couldn't hold on.
However, the black man running easily next to him kept "taunting" him: "Are you tired? Your physical strength is not very good... You must exercise well in the future, otherwise how will we make our wives happy? You Say yes?"
"Super, I'm super..."
The strong man rolled his eyes, losing all the energy to curse.
"Okay, you can come one day at a time, or you can come one, three, five, and I can do it two, four, six, and let her rest on Sunday... But I seriously doubt that you can't come three times a week. If it doesn't work, I can do it for you. You can do one, four, and I can do two, three, five, and six. I have a lot of energy, so even if I do it for seven days, there will be no problem!”
"Super mud... super mud..." The strong man ran so fast that he almost foamed at the mouth.
"Superego? Do you still have this hobby?... But it's not impossible. Then she is mine from Monday to Saturday, and I am yours on Sunday... How about that? Fair, right?"
The black man kept chattering in the strong man's ear, making him so angry that he wanted to kill him.
However, the gap in endurance forced him to keep his mouth shut - if he continued to run, pant and talk, he might die on the road.
"..."
Therefore, the strong man chose silence.
I was tortured by the black man all the way, and finally I ran to the place.
"bump……"
The strong man's knees weakened and he fell directly to the ground. He lay on the ground like a dead fish with white eyes and foam at the mouth, and his chest heaved violently like a bellows.
"Huu...huchi...huchi..."
"Are you so tired? You look quite strong, you shouldn't be such a weakling..." The black man squatted beside the strong man in confusion, and from time to time reached out to touch his shoulders, chest muscles, abdominal muscles, muscles...
"roll!"
The strong man suddenly opened the black man's hand, and then lay on the ground again, panting like a dead fish.
"Tsk, you're a weakling, you're really a weakling." The black man finally touched the muscles on the strong man's thighs, tutting, "If you don't train your chest and legs, you'll end up with a sheep's tail sooner or later."
"Look at your chest muscles, they are so tactile... Look at your legs, they are as thin as a hemp rod, and they are also short."
"..."
The strong man moved slightly, as if he wanted to resist, but he was too tired, and in the end he just "tried" to resist.
The small theater performed in this corner of the sparse woods is not the mainstream for refugees.
More people were still looking anxiously at the sky in the distance, with uneasy expressions on their faces.
"You said... will the Crow God fulfill his promise?" A short middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
"Who knows, even humans are unreliable, let alone those alien races..." An aunt who can be called a shield machine does not seem to have much hope.
"well……"
This sigh silenced all the refugees who heard their conversation.
Even the black man stopped touching the strong man's thigh.
The dead silence did not last long.
Suddenly, there was a "flapping" sound of wings in the sky.
The raven with shiny feathers fell from the sky and stood on a branch looking at the embarrassed refugees below.
"Lord Crow God...where is the door you mentioned?" The strong man finally took a breath and opened the black man who was still rubbing his thigh with a slap. He got up from the ground and looked at the raven who was still a little out of breath. Jundi asked.
"Right here." Raven whispered, "It's just...are you still you?"
"I'm not me...what do you mean?" The strong man looked down at himself, then looked up at the raven standing on the branch.
"Nothing, just ask."
The raven grinned and then summoned a jade tablet out of thin air.
"47, 39, 59, 19, 39..."
As a series of readings were updated, the surrounding fog gradually began to rotate as if it was attracted by something.
Soon, such rotation formed a huge vortex... When the speed of the vortex exceeded a certain critical point, a road to the fragments of other worlds suddenly appeared in the center of the vortex.
Looking to the opposite side from the center of the whirlpool, it is not difficult to see that the opposite side is so desolate... But the problem is that it is very desolate! If there are other indigenous people or orc peons living there, it will be too dangerous for these people.
"Please." Raven grinned.
"...I'll be the first to come." The strong man picked up the iron spear whose golden light had begun to dim, and was the first to step into the vortex of mist.
But in an instant, his figure disappeared.
"Hey, hey, wait for me..." The black man immediately chased after him.
Then came the other "salvagers", and finally the rescued women and children.
Apparently, not everyone is going to trust a raven of unknown origin. If there was really no other way, those people with worried faces would have to be forced into the foggy vortex.
Before leaving, Xiao Jian looked back for the last time at the burning fortress city in the distance.
Although the word "fortress city" also includes the word "fortress", compared to a place like Fortress Town that is really full of various fortifications and full of resistance preparations, the four words "fortress city" are more or less unworthy of the name.
After all, this place has not experienced a war of such intensity for a long, long time, so it is not unimaginable that the armament will be reduced.
But in the end, Xiao Jian flapped his wings and got in while the mist passage had not yet disappeared.
…
"Windmill World".
Hundreds of refugees were thrown out of the foggy vortex near the sawmill... Although everyone was thrown out in a different manner, the embarrassment was perfectly consistent.
"Wow... this is a world without an owner!?" The strong man looked at this slightly desolate world in surprise.
"It's impossible... Look at the sawmill here. This architectural style is obviously that of the orcs."
Next to him, the black man who was following the strong man replied.
"Who asked you?" the strong man said dissatisfied.
"He is right, this is indeed the territory of the Dragon Skull Clan."
Suddenly, a voice broke in.
The strong man just felt a little dissatisfied. After seeing the person who spoke... the crow, he wisely closed his mouth.
"So...where are the orcs here? Have you killed them all?" the black man asked.
"It has something to do with me, but not entirely." Xiao Jian told the truth, but he didn't explain it too clearly.
"There are tools in this sawmill. You can build yourself a few temporary shacks. It will get dark soon..."
Following the raven's order, and also for their next shelter...hundreds of refugees began to pick up tools and materials and began the work of building wooden houses.
The sky quickly darkened.
As the sun gradually sets, a blood-red crescent moon slowly rises from the east.
"..."
Raven was standing on a simple crane in the sawmill, looking at the bloody moon in the sky, always feeling a little uncomfortable.
Just like after a cold or fever, the body feels a little heavy.
Could it be that this blood moon has some strange ability? Xiao Jian raised his head and looked at the blood moon in the sky.
The blood-red moon was very calm, so calm that Xiao Jian began to wonder if what he had just felt was an illusion.
"ah--"
"Ahhhh——"
Suddenly, a scream broke the tranquility of the night.
I saw the strong man who had been acting normal just now, suddenly kneeling on the ground and letting out a scream that was not like a human voice.
I saw that his skin was evenly stretched out, as if there was a huge thing living under the human skin...
"Click... click..."
With a very subtle cracking sound, the strong man continued to grow bigger and bigger as everyone trembled... and soon turned into a monster as big as a bus!
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