Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

But it may be because of her educational background. Although Dai Na, who was kidnapped into the town, was "married" like other women, she became respected after being tortured and scolded in the first few years...

Over time, he became more free than other victims.

"We just want you to help us...!"

"Dona, don't you want to teach the town kids to read?"

For fear of waking up the other women and children who were too tired and fell into a deep sleep, the voices of the two were deliberately lowered.

"Those idle monks will definitely kill us when they come back...! Dana, think clearly!"

"Get lost! I can't wait to get out of here...!"

Picking up a stone and throwing it with his hand, the townsman yelled when he bent his finger. The other person saw that Dana was about to raise his hand after picking up the stone, and tried to persuade him with a panicked face.

"Dina...! Calm down, calm down!"

"These monks were stained with the blood of the people in our town, and burned everyone's plantations. They can't leave the town alive...! If so, you can only be buried with those idiots behind!"

"I know Mr. Cook has you locked up here but he's just trying to scare you! . . . You're not like them, Dana!"

"……Different?"

The woman's movement of throwing stones stopped and hesitated, and the townspeople picked up the opportunity to fan the flames.

"Yes, we respect you! You have better clothes and better food,...you are not like them...! And"

"... Mr. Feng is the benefactor of our town, if we can save him... the favor we will receive will definitely be more than the broken books you taught in the town for a year!"

"...Think about it, they have nowhere to go, come back Dana, we are a family...! As long as you bring the knife on the table over there, you can..."

"roll!"

"You really think you can escape?"

The townspeople turned their faces like flipping through a book, every word punishing their hearts,

"...It's not like you haven't escaped, Dana, don't think I don't know. How many times did you escape in the year you first came? Once in May, once in September, once in December..."

"Naive, do you really think those monks simply went to burn the plantation?...Then why haven't they come back until now...? Besides, even if you escape with this group of people..."

"You usually rely on us to do a lot of things to them, right?"

"Enough!...Enough is enough, don't say any more...!"

The woman finally couldn't help but surrendered to the fear, she couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked towards the knife quickly.

"Yes, thank you...! Dana, you are our benefactor...! Pass me the knife, quick, quick!"

The townspeople sat firmly on the ground and stretched their left and right hands tied to the rope, watching the woman approach with a knife, and lowered their heads to stare at the blunt knife grinding the rope...Unconsciously, the rope went around and tightened behind them!

The struggling legs were like scaled beasts coming ashore, protruding their eyeballs, opening their mouths wide, flapping and writhing, echoing in the empty and silent mine... It was of no avail...

While the woman was grinding the rope, the townsfolk snarled and let go of the rope, throwing the entity on it to the ground.

"...Smelly bitch... Do you really treat yourself like a dish with a little face? Bah!...Immature things! Why should I focus on you with so many women...?"

"It's just a yellow-faced woman... Quick, cut the rope before those monks come back...!"

Two townspeople quickly broke the rope, one was about to go, the other was holding it.

"Hey! Wait,"

The man pointed to Zarak, who had fallen into the corner and didn't know what to do.

"Mr. Feng, we have to bring him...!"

"... Mr. Feng is in the past, brother, he is now an infected person...! Let's go, there is no Feng,"

"And Cook!"

Where there is life, there is hope.

Huangtu Town will always exist, so Hugh doesn't care whether he is Cook or Feng, as long as he is a human being!

After all, no amount of money is too much...!

Some people earn! !

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Volume 140 Columbia Chapter: Chapter [-] They can't pass here!

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Sometimes, D6 actually admires the ability and level of the production team of "Terra Land".

Being able to make all the items I have from entering the pit to the present exquisiteness that rivals reality, on the surface "materials" and "modeling" deeper, is actually an understanding of the core of culture.

It's like southerners love to eat rice, and northerners love to eat noodles. It seems that the food is different, but it is actually the comprehensive influence of various factors of geography and humanities.

The intelligence of NPC is also this point,

Just before taking the elevator to the top of the mountain, he paid attention to the women and children who had been released.

There was a young child, squatting in a corner, as if playing a game with something.The ragged girl who still had eyesight tried her best to hide her head, avoiding contact with his eyes.

In the Vilas refugee camp, the little bunny with lop ears would also be curious because of the game of "fan piaji" between the three of them, rubbing his two little hands repeatedly, impulsively.

like a living person,

Perhaps every change around them can affect their lives, and every intervention can push the direction of the ending. It is a genuine and real change that will never go back.

Rather than pure [someone will remember]

At this time, D6 is thinking,

If I didn't tell D1 about the little rabbit during the second rotation, and then found that there was no one in the tent, and finally found her from the dry ditch, would the current situation be forever different?

……That,

But I don’t know~~

*Ding

The modern-style elevator slammed open, revealing the deserted and ancient mine floor.

"My lord, what is our mission next?"

"Wait~, the bishop has finished cleaning up the mess outside,"

"Then it's time to come back and help us~~"

Probably forgot to maintain her image, the little nun took big steps with her little hands behind her back, and jumped out of the elevator with a smile on her face.

?

Why do you feel that the lines, voice and painting style are not right?

"That's right! Old one, since we have magic weapons, do you think it is possible for the production team to release German weapons, Su weapons, beautiful weapons and British weapons in the future?"

"You also want to fight the Franco-Prussian War?"

"No, no, I said, the open beta of this game may take a long time, and Sakota's gun is defaulted to one for each person. It is impossible for a closed beta to be Sakota."

D6 snapped his fingers to D1, making calculations with gestures.

"Look, suppose we fight the Germanic barbarians, we have a total of 12 people, the number is average, but we only need to recruit 12 more npc..."

The halo flickered and felt alert, D1 waved his hand and knocked D6 billion chestnuts.

"French Youth Division! (Knock) People's Stormtroopers! (Knock)"

"I haven't said this yet??? Hey, I didn't think about that rabbit! Second child, save me, second child! First child let the bastard hook the soul away!! Hey!"

"You are the second child! (Knock) Your whole family is the second child!! (Knock)"

The three of them got out of the elevator arguing, but they were stopped by Lilia, who was crouching on the ground with her back turned, before taking a few steps.

"Your Excellency Lilia? Why... this!"

"Why did this person lie down...?...Ah! Where did those two dogs go!?!"

The three angels were shocked to realize that two of the captives in the corner were gone. They looked at Zalak who was still silent with his eyes closed, then at the woman lying on the corpse, and finally at the trembling rescued women and children on the other side.

"What happened here just now! Why didn't anyone inform us?!"

"D1 colleagues...they don't know, don't embarrass them..."

Lilia patted her sleeves and stood up, bit her lips tightly, and stared at the woman on the ground who was dying of breath with a complicated expression.

"Your Excellency, some prisoners have escaped!"

"I know……"

A victim will not always be a victim, and a victim can also turn into a perpetrator under certain conditions...Damn it,

lilia,

Why didn't you think of such a simple truth?

... [Because the world is saved] ...

... It's not like that! !

Pat your forehead and tell yourself that now is not the time to think about it.Lilia turned to the three angels behind her and said solemnly.

"Three, now we are facing a very serious problem."

"Those captives escaped 15 minutes ago, and it is too late to bring them back now... They will probably gather a large number of their accomplices to retaliate against us, colleagues."

With her childish face tensed, the Agor girl raised her head and said formally to the three players who were much taller than herself.

"We can only stay here."

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The torch illuminated the mine well, and the leading townsman smiled at his leaky front teeth and stretched out his arms in flattery.

"Master Militia! Inside, please!"

"Are you sure? There are only four Lateran missionary teams in this mine?"

"It's true, my lord! We were just doing our own work there honestly, and they broke in! They shot and killed without saying anything!"

Mentioning murder, the townspeople of Toothless immediately turned their faces into mourning,

"Alas... Poor Yede, he was beaten into a sieve by a gun just because he was playing tricks... Alas, poor... What can his wife do..."

The grief of the townspeople is very real,

Just like it was painted on.

"Your militiaman! These Sakotas have guns,"

Someone in the team behind carefully reminded,

"I heard that the firepower of that thing is stronger than that of a crossbow. Fighting with them...wouldn't we be at a disadvantage?"

"It's just three guns. Could it be that the Sakota people can shoot all of us into ashes with six shots? Hmph, or you are ignorant."

The militiamen flashed their flashlights in disdain,

Showing off, waving beams of light in a procession full of torches.

"I've heard of three punches killing one person, but I've never heard of three guns killing a group of people. Besides...the leader of them is a woman, right?"

"Yes! It's a woman! . . . about . . . "