Vol 2 Chapter 1307: Not a robber

Dickon, the petty monster, wore a Mao Federation mobilizer-style costume, and followed a few players in black clothes on the vast snowy field. Dickon didn't like the extreme cold environment here, but he had no choice.
A year ago, when Dickon almost died of starvation on the Coke Plain, he had no choice. At that time, there were only two ways to go before him, or he fell down because of weakness and became food for other evil spirits. Or just accept the relief of those human beings and sign a contract that can be called a deed.
Hell, that contract can't even pick out any flaws in that contract. It is said that it is the ultimate weapon produced by thousands of terrifying and powerful men called lawyers who have worked hard for dozens of hours.
Dickon doesn’t know what kind of profession a lawyer is, but it is sure that lawyers are much stronger than common goods such as warriors, wizards, and rangers. After all, the contract that Dickon signed himself, and now even the big devils are studying the additional Clause, trying to learn more useful knowledge from it.
To put it simply, Dickon, the little evil demon, sold himself to humans for a hundred years in order to fill up his food. According to the contract, any behavior other than farting must be approved by his employer, and this employer refers to Hundreds of thousands of ordinary humans are arranged in a descending order of priority, and they preferentially obey orders issued by higher-level humans.
This time made Little Demon Dickon feel that the main material world has evolved into a with a larger scale and a tighter system.
Therefore, when the player in front of the player is lightly loaded, Dickon can only act as animal power with a few other evils of the same status, pulling the huge carriage forward, and its wheels are deeply sunk in the snow. , Every step requires little evil spirits to exhaust all their strength.
"I said, is this normal underneath?" Vladimir pushed his hat and looked at the little monster pulling the cart behind. He always felt a little uncomfortable. Before that job, it was his big bear Misha. In Gan, there was a magical cannon in the car, which was their secret weapon for attacking the Winter Palace.
The Mao Federation players are so pitiful that they don't have enough large storage equipment to distribute to all the squads. Some squads have to drag their artillery forward with the painstaking effort.
Fortunately, there is now free labor, although it seems a bit strange.
"You mean those little monsters?" The devil player who opened the cloak lit a fire in his palms to warm his hands: "They are all fools who have signed a contract to sell their bodies. They can be used at will. They are some kind of public property, as long as there is free time. Can be used."
Yuri looked at the little wicked demon who worked hard and resented behind him, and then remembered the woman who had greened herself and then shared half of her fortune. He felt that he was also a fool who had signed a contract, and a fool who was connected with those wicked demons. I took another sip of vodka and was drunk.
Several devil players were infected by Yuri, and they raised the newly allocated vodka and started a round of tons, tons, tons, tons. Everything in the was good, but there was too little wine, and the price of wine was once fired to the top by this bunch of gangsters. When the devil drinks alcohol, he has to calculate it in milliliters.
Zhuo Ya wandered around the team. They had now crossed the area controlled by the player and entered the territory of the aborigines. According to the information provided above, there was a permanent iron guard guarding here.
However, Zhuoya searched a one-kilometer radius and did not see any traces of the patrol passing by. It was deserted as if there was no man's land.
This should not be the case here.
Zhuo Ya found an abandoned village. The empty house collapsed partly in the snowstorm and stood there like a tombstone.
"It looks like the czar or someone else has moved the population close to our control area." Zhuo Ya roughly searched the abandoned village, and the evacuation here was very clean, leaving nothing of value.
"It sounds like the attention of the demon monk. He likes doing this kind of thing the most." Mikhail rubbed his two axes: "According to Rasputin's idea, we should concentrate everyone in the capital. It's convenient for him to manage."
"It's okay, aren't we going to solve him." Vladimir smiled relaxedly on Misha's back: "This land will soon regain its vitality, just like what happened in our history. That way."
Zhuoya didn't reply, she ventured away from the farthest safe distance that she had determined before, and the polar ranger's intuition told her that what happened here was not that simple.
Soon the female ranger found an area with a thinner snow cover in the vast snowy field. Zhuoya quickly cleared a clearing. The yellow and black turf looked lifeless under the snow, as the clearing area increased. Expanding, she finally touched an area not covered by plants.
The ranger took out his long dagger and kept digging on the frozen ground, and soon a pale bone was dug out by her.
Zhuo Ya pursed her mouth, unwilling to believe the news that the ranger's intuition had brought her, digging forward crazily, one after another bones were dug out from the soil by a dagger, until a fist-sized skull was dug by the ranger. After coming out~EbookFREE.me~ she just sat on the ground.
The residents here were not moved away at all, they were tricked out of their homes, and then they were massacred here in an organized way.
"Vladimir, you have to come and take a look at this." Zhuo Ya calmed down her breathing, and kept emphasizing to herself that this is just a game, and that all the dead are just aboriginals, but she failed. Her reason told her These aborigines are not just as simple as the data in the game.
They are flesh and blood.
Soon, the huge Yuri sprayed a fierce fire snake with his own weapon. The snow nearby was blown away in an instant, and then melted in the fire, and then evaporated into steam, and when it encountered cold air, it condensed into ice again. The beads smashed to the ground.
Yuri spent three minutes clearing out about two hundred square meters of open space. Under the command of the devil players, seven or eight little evil spirits reluctantly ran into the muddy frozen ground with a shovel. Start digging.
Soon, hundreds of human bones were discovered one by one. Some of them still maintained their dying movements. The husband tried to protect his wife and children. The brave rushed a few steps in the direction of the murderer, and the coward hid in others. Behind the person.
But the result was the same. The perpetrators had an overwhelming advantage in force. No one escaped, no one survived, and they were all buried in the mud.
The perpetrators only made a symbolic cover. If it were not for the previous Blizzard, this corpse would be directly exposed in front of everyone.
"Most people died from gunshot wounds, only a handful of people died under the sword." Vladimir pulled out a lead bullet from a broken bone: "Not a robber."
"Yes, it's not a robber." Zhuo Ya put the lead bullet in her arms.
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