I have a city in another world

Chapter 6265 Warrior Iron Head

"You can try to keep going in that direction."

A voice suddenly came from his ear, which made Tietou stunned for a moment, and then he looked up and looked forward.

He saw the black-robed monk who had saved him coming back not far away, pointing in a direction.

"Keep going?"

Tietou was afraid that he didn't hear clearly, so he asked again quickly, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Keep going."

The black-robed monk nodded, didn't say anything more, and quickly turned and left.

Tietou took a deep breath and looked towards the nearby tower city, but saw no signs of any military movement.

The tower city was not too far away and must have known what had happened, but it chose to stand by and watch at this moment.

This practice is chilling, yet it is justified. Loucheng has never promised to protect refugees, nor has it ever treated them as its own people.

In the territories of the major cities, refugees have always been regarded as illegal invaders and may be expelled at any time.

Some tower cities are like this. They do not like refugees to stay within their territory. Anyone who dares to enter will be expelled and attacked.

With this attitude, Loucheng would never stand up in times of crisis and pay any price to protect the refugees.

You can't stay here, it's better to leave as soon as possible.

Just at this moment, a large group of refugees rushed over, gathered together and tried to break out of the city.

Seeing this, Tietou quickly joined in and rushed out together.

During the period, we kept encountering monsters, but we were also getting farther and farther away from the city. After running for about an hour, there were finally no more monsters chasing us.

Everyone who had been running all the way was exhausted and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

There were about 2,000 people when they left the city, but now only a little more than half are left, and they are all young and middle-aged men and women.

The elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled were left behind one after another while running, and it was estimated that they were in great danger.

The group of refugees who escaped death were not completely out of danger, and were afraid that the demonized monsters would catch up with them again.

After taking a short breath, everyone stood up and walked slowly forward.

At this moment, they had no idea where to go, let alone whether there was any danger ahead.

All he knew was that there was a terrifying demonized monster behind him, and he absolutely could not turn around.

Tietou met a dozen wild warriors in the crowd, and they talked and discussed with each other.

Everyone knew very well that they could not walk around aimlessly, otherwise they would probably fall down halfway.

Finding a safe place and determining a reasonable route are the most important things at the moment.

Everyone expressed their opinions and proposed one plan after another, but no one could get collective approval.

They got together temporarily, did not trust each other, and definitely believed more in their own choices.

It is indeed very difficult to reach a consensus among multiple parties in a short period of time.

In such a complex situation, either a strong person will intimidate everyone and make a clear choice against all odds, or everyone will go their separate ways.

Tietou knew very well that he couldn't convince others, and there was no need to waste time.

However, when someone asked him about it, he remembered what the black-robed monk said and pointed in a direction.

"Keep going in that direction."

Upon hearing this, a group of wild martial artists subconsciously began to wonder where that direction led to.

The Fallen Earth War Zone is vast, and pointing in one direction often represents thousands of mountains and rivers.

Due to the lack of information, many refugees have no idea what the area thousands of miles away is like.

Unless it is necessary, no one would travel thousands of miles to a foreign land full of unknowns.

A wild cultivator looked thoughtfully in the direction of Tietou's finger and said in a hoarse voice: "I've heard people say that at the end of that direction, there seems to be a sea..."

"Yes, it's an ocean. It's said that they also produce some delicious canned ocean food."

"I have heard that there is a refugee city there. The lord is very friendly to the refugees and even helps them build houses..." When someone heard this, he immediately shook his head to express his disbelief, thinking that Loucheng would never have such a conscience.

Through communication among everyone, Tietou knew that at the end of that direction was a boundless ocean and a low-level building city that had just been built but was full of controversy.

At this moment, Tietou didn't know the meaning of this information, nor did he know why that direction was safe.

He just respected the strong, believed that the other party would not make fun of him, and made sure that he could really get safe shelter in that direction.

Besides, having a goal is always better than running around aimlessly. At least you have a clear direction and won't be filled with fear and confusion.

If it turns out that direction is not safe, Tietou will have no complaints.

After walking for a day, they encountered a large group of people in the wilderness, which was also composed of a large number of refugees.

After asking, we found out that a large-scale demonic disaster had also broken out in the city where these refugees were.

The city was reduced to ruins, and the refugees suffered heavy casualties, fleeing the city in all directions.

Two groups of refugees met by chance in the wilderness, only to find out that the places they were going to were occupied by monsters.

When the news spread, many refugees fell silent, while others couldn't help crying.

The glimmer of hope I had was ruthlessly crushed into powder at this moment, and my heart was instantly filled with confusion and despair.

I don’t know where I should go in the days ahead, or whether I will continue to run around like this.

There is no way forward, and I must change direction next, but I don’t know where to go.

Some people want to go left, while others insist on going right, and each has their own reasons.

Some people even had disputes and almost came to blows, but they were eventually persuaded and calmed down.

Tietou watched silently and did not participate. He knew very well that the fundamental purpose of those wild martial artists was to fight for power and profit.

If we can control so many refugees, we will have the confidence to go wherever we go.

No one dares to bully them easily, and when they encounter danger, there are enough cannon fodder to attract monsters.

After daybreak, the refugees split into two groups and headed in different directions.

Tietou did not follow any group, but just moved forward in the direction pointed by the black-robed monk. The refugees around him were just temporary fellow travelers.

There were several wild warriors in the team who came to win over Tietou, hoping that he could join the team.

Everyone works together to manage these refugee people and give them priority access to various resources.

When there is a shortage of supplies, being able to enjoy them first can indeed help us avoid a lot of suffering.

This is a welfare that belongs to the strong. Whether they are willing or not, refugees who need protection must accept it.

The refugees have been displaced and have long since lost control of their own lives, and can only struggle in their difficult circumstances.

When faced with being wooed, Tietou just shook his head, indicating that he had other goals.

The other party was obviously a little dissatisfied with the failure to win him over, but he didn't say much.

In the following time, one could clearly feel the alienation and defensiveness, and he no longer informed Tietou when discussing matters.

When eating, no separate portion of food would be delivered, as if he didn't exist.

Tietou remained silent, just hurried on his way, constantly recalling the battle scenes of the black-robed monks.

As he walked, he often recalled the scenes he saw at that time and gradually discovered some things that interested him.

He kept thinking about it along the way and tried it from time to time, and he really learned something.

Tietou was very happy. As a martial arts practitioner, what he desired most was to improve his strength.

He became more dedicated and carefully studied the moves and techniques, hoping to become stronger.

The other wild warriors observed secretly, and seeing that Tietou looked idiotic, they stopped paying attention to him.

Soon, this group of warriors and cultivators selected leaders of different ranks, as well as persons in charge of various affairs.

But that very night, a group of demonized infected people suddenly emerged from the team and easily killed all the leaders, big and small.

Seeing this, the terrified refugees immediately fled in all directions and disappeared into the dark wilderness.