twin gl

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"Let the young people leave first, and they will only die if they stay to face the undead army." Weier picked up the dead branches next to him, shook off the snow on them, and threw them into the fire. Hearing the sudden crackling of the flames, there was another sigh.

Scourge of the undead survived with blood.

The defense built with the bones of the ancestors left the hope of life for future generations.

Shengzhu suddenly understood what the teacher in the history of the blood moon said with a sigh.

She held the iron sword and wanted to say something, but found that it was useless for her to say anything, she couldn't do anything.

Several young people next to him were quietly wiping their tears, and finally someone couldn't help but knelt beside the middle-aged man, "I won't go, captain, I will accompany you to resist the army of undead!"

"Captain, you saved my life. At worst, I will give it back to you! I won't go!"

"I'm not leaving either!" The young soldiers threw off their military caps and knelt into the snow. The snow covered half of their knees, but they put their heads on the ground, just to listen to the man's answer.

"You know the rules." That's all the man said.

The young soldiers burst into tears.

As for the rules, Sheng Zhu didn't know.But according to their protection of minors at that time...

She pursed her lips, it turned out that this is the tradition of Xuanling Continent.

She sniffed, turned her face sideways, wiped her tears away from Will's sight, and stood up, "Captain, I won't go."

"What are you messing around with!" Weier laughed angrily. The only young man left in their team is still being self-willed? "The old man has fallen into the ground at half a step, why are you crying?"

Sheng Zhu bit her lips, "I want to see what the army of undead looks like."

"Hey you kid----" Weier's words were cut off by the middle-aged man, who stood up and walked to Shengzhu, looking down at her, "Are you a woman?"

Sheng Zhu was taken aback, she was indeed a woman, so could it be that the undead natural disaster women at this time could not resist?

"Ding! Unlock strength..."

"Unlock the bloodline..."

"Ding! Complete character remodeling!"

The sudden electronic sound made Shengzhu's body tremble, and she fell limp on the ground. She recovered her breath and saw the middle-aged man stretching out his hand to her, "Ma'am?"

"You should go back to the city and be protected by us, instead of sneaking into the army to resist the undead disaster." The middle-aged man sighed, "It may not be fair, but you should be protected."

Sheng Zhu pursed her lips, "Okay."

Now that her strength has recovered, it's okay to sneak out after sending these young people back to the city.

On the second day, when the wind and snow stopped for a while, they set off on their way.

Said it was hurrying, but it was just walking.

Weier gave Shengzhu the map on his body, telling them to go north and see the city.The map is made of the skin of an unknown animal, and it feels good to the touch. The words and pictures on it are a little faded, but the continental plate can be clearly seen----it is not much different from Shengzhu at that time.

I also encountered undead skeletons on the way, but they weren't too lethal. They were just ordinary, non-crazied skeletons, probably only awakened by them passing by.

Although——walking on the snow, suddenly there was a commotion under the feet, and the bone lifted the snow and crawled out wobbly, which was quite scary...

"History of the Dead" is very real, so real that Shengzhu seems to have caught a real cold, sneezing one after another, his voice becomes hoarse due to coughing, his face is flushed, and his head is dizzy.

The disease of Shengzhu made those young people very anxious. They were going to look for herbs, but it was freezing cold, and it was the natural disaster of the undead. They couldn't see a single weed, let alone looking for herbs.The only thing I can do is to take turns carrying the bamboos on my back when I am on the road, collect more dead branches on the road, light a fire at night to keep warm, and melt snow to get hot water for drinking.They gave up the dried meat to Shengzhu, and gnawed on the dried pancakes themselves.

After several twists and turns, I finally arrived at the city.

Shengzhu also finally knew why they couldn't defend the city instead of going deep into the forest.

The outer wall is made of wooden railings, and the inner wall is made of mud, which is covered by heavy snow and is in danger of collapsing.

It's incredible.

Who can imagine that in the future, this place will become so prosperous? There are also special big guns made by the dwarves to defend the city.

Shengzhu bit her lips, because she was still suffering from a high fever, the young man who carried her on his back ran quickly into the city, calling for the doctor.

"An excellent light magician came to the city. I'll see if I can invite her to heal this lady." Seeing that Shengzhu was seriously ill, a soldier ran out in a hurry.

The Shengzhu was so burned that I couldn't open my eyes, my head seemed to explode, and my whole body seemed to be roasted.A local girl changed her clothes briefly, and then she was stuffed under the quilt, and almost fell asleep in a daze, until the door was suddenly pushed open.

"This is the one, can you cure her?" The soldier's voice was urgent and full of expectation.

"Of course." The voice...

Sheng Zhu looked up with difficulty, but what he saw was a very familiar face?!

Yangluo?! She wanted to scream, but she didn't have much strength to speak, and her throat hurt badly.

Yang Luo sat down by the bed, brushing her fingertips over Sheng Zhu's cheeks, the high temperature seemed to burn her palms, Yang Luo smiled lowly, and said in a voice that only Sheng Zhu could hear, "High fever?"

Sheng Zhu pursed her lips and ignored her.

"Your magic has recovered?" Yang Luo didn't act rashly, she invited everyone out of the room before sitting back.

"Um."

Yang Luo poured her a cup of hot water, held Shengzhu to feed her, "Can you control the dark magic and not interfere with my light magic?"

"I haven't tried it." After drinking water, Shengzhu's throat felt better, and she took a breather, "This game, do you want to play?"

"I proposed to let the whole continent know what Sinuo and the others paid to seal the army of undead, so that the mainland can develop and multiply to the prosperity it is today." Yang Luo put his hand on Shengzhu's forehead and looked at the little duke. Shivering a bit from the cold, and then relaxing with comfort, the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up, "As a participant in history, I feel the same way."

"So, is there something wrong with the seal?" Sheng Zhu was not stupid, even though she had a high fever, she guessed the core of the problem right away.

"Yes, I'm afraid it won't last long." Yang Luo soaked the towel in cold water, wrung it out and wiped Shengzhu's cheek, "Go to the seal with me?"

"Are you inviting me to form a team?" Shengzhu's eyes sparkled, a little unbelievable.

Chapter 17

"Yes."

"Since you have opened your mouth, it's not that I can't go. How many floors are you in Tongtian Tower?"

"Twelve floors."

"Then don't go through the level, I want to form a team with you." Shengzhu's tone was a little commanding, and the towel was covered with heat, so she couldn't help rubbing Yang Luo's fingers, "I'm on the tenth floor, soon ."

"Okay." Yang Luo responded, ready to clear the "Undead Scourge" and kick someone out of the team to make a spot.She soaked the towel in cold water again, lowered her eyebrows and looked at Sheng Zhu's complacent look despite being confused, and chuckled, "Is there anything else?"

"Does every player participate in this game?" Shengzhu looked at Yangluo and couldn't help asking, "Why can we meet?"

"Did you enter the game as soon as the end is over?" Yang Luo put a towel on Shengzhu, "The players who entered at the same time period are in the same instance. The next period is the next instance. But there is no difference between the instances. "

"Can you identify who is the player and who is the npc?"

"I can't." Yang Luo said, "Because it's true."