Doomsday Rise

When they knelt down, it was very humiliating, but after walking into "Kunmu City", the huge rescued team was immediately stunned and speechless by the scene in front of them. After a brief silence, whispers rang out like mosquitoes and flies.

"Are you mistaken? Is this "Kunmu City"? Are you in the wrong place? I've been to "Kunmu City" before, and it's definitely not like this!"

A straight avenue with a width of 152 meters and a length of 1.5 kilometers is naturally not uncommon on the real earth or Mars, but in "World of Warcraft", it is something that many people have never seen.

The neatly arranged houses are completely modern in style, symmetrical from left to right, just like replicas. The houses are all five stories, and there are two rows of buildings adjacent to the street.

Breakfast restaurants, fast food restaurants, medicinal materials, furs, bone tools, musical instruments, inns, wine shops, teahouses... there are many kinds. What puzzles Wu Xianqi, Wan Kuohai and others is why the shops are still open when there are so many monsters outside. It's open, and there are so many customers in the store?

Don't they need to deal with Warcraft? Or will Warcraft not attack "Kunmu City"? ? Why is this happening? When the monsters attack the city, shouldn't everyone feel as if they are facing a powerful enemy and feel frightened? Why can they still do business with peace of mind? There were countless questions in everyone's mind. As they continued to move forward, they were even more surprised because they saw craftsmen building houses, some processing wood, some building walls, some digging soil, and others. Some are blending vegetable glue...

"How could this happen? What time has it been? Is there still time to build a house??"

"Could the previous experience be an illusion? The monsters I saw were all a dream?"

"Why? Why? Why can they still build houses leisurely? What's the point? No matter how sturdy a house is, it is just a child's toy in the eyes of Warcraft."

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With a lot of questions, Nangong Duanya and others were taken to an open space. It was not all open space, and some large sheds were also built.

"For the time being, you will live here." The Ping An soldier who led the way said and left, regardless of their expressions.

"Ouch!"

"Ssss—"

"It hurts me so much!"

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Without outsiders, these people who have gone through all kinds of hardships and finally saved their lives can no longer bear it. Those who sit down sit down, those who lie down lie down. There is no need to insist on enduring the pain. Just scream when you need to. , What kind of man is it? It should hurt when it should hurt.

There are very few who can still stand.

"What do you mean, aren't there so many houses? Why are we allowed to live in greenhouses? I can see clearly on the road that there are still many empty houses." A young man in gorgeous clothes couldn't help complaining.

"People have to lower their heads under the eaves. If you can save a life, it is considered good." The short and stocky man, who was also dressed in Chinese clothes, looked more broadly.

"After all, we are also children of aristocratic families, how can we be treated like this? Treat us like slaves." The young man was very angry, but he also had scruples and kept his voice low.

"Don't you treat us as slaves? Who makes us ask for help? However, this is pretty good. Although it is a bit crude, it is very clean and can protect us from wind and rain. Compared with us fleeing in the forest This is pretty good for my days." The short and stocky man looked satisfied.

"How dare you seize our space rings, huh, one day, sooner or later, I will make them spit it out with interest, huh!" Thinking of that humiliation, the young man in the Chinese robes felt a strong hatred in his eyes.

"Don't think so much. Money is just an external possession. As long as you live, there is hope, and you can earn it back in the future. Besides, Liu Wei'an didn't do too much and didn't ask us to sign a deed of sale or a slave contract." The short, stocky man road.

"He dares. How could we, the children of the aristocratic family, suffer such humiliation? We would rather die than obey." The young man in colorful clothes said angrily. The short and stocky man smiled and said nothing. The man in fine clothes was a giant with words and a dwarf with actions. Every time he ran away, he was like a giant.

The young man in colorful clothes was about to say something, but he suddenly saw a large number of Ping An soldiers approaching and quickly shut his mouth. Ping An soldiers came with a group of doctors to treat everyone's wounds.

Nangong Duanya and other masters will treat their own wounds. As long as they are not special, they can heal themselves with deep cultivation. However, not all of these two thousand people have Nangong Duanya's high cultivation level, and there are many People with average cultivation, as well as some women, children, the elderly and the weak, these people are in urgent need of treatment.

In addition, some masters' injuries are too serious and have exceeded the limit of the body's self-repair. They are unable to rely on their own cultivation to heal the injuries. These also require help from doctors.

After the doctor left, more than 2,000 people's dislike of Liu Wei'an dropped a lot, and the pain on their bodies was reduced. This was obvious, and some people even felt grateful.

"Hypocritical, deliberately trying to win people's hearts." The young man in Chinese clothes said in a low voice. The short and stocky young man did not agree this time. He just looked at the Ping An soldier who sent the wood and fell into deep thought.