Chapter 193 Refugee Crisis

The fortress city of Manoron was burning, and the billowing smoke was dyed golden by the setting sun.

The human teams that created chaos on both sides of the city had already evacuated, and only the dozens of zombies inside the city wall continued to wreak havoc.

However, with the three red-robed priests holding greatswords constantly slashing and killing, it was only a matter of time before the remaining zombies were eliminated.

The raven flew across the sky, looking down at the dragon-headed warriors fighting on the ground.

There was a moment when Xiao Jian was thinking about whether to simply destroy the entire city...

However, when he found that the group of survivors in the distance had gathered at the evacuation point they had agreed on before, Xiao Jian finally chose to give up.

But before that...

The raven folded its wings and smashed to the ground like a stone!

Shock!

"Bang--"

A transparent tentacles stretched out from the top of the raven's head out of thin air and slammed the priest holding the holy book...

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35!

...Instant kill!

The holy book that fell from the priest's hand was caught by an invisible hand and then sent to a distant courtyard.

At the moment when the holy book priest was attacked, the other three red-robed priests holding giant swords also felt the murderous intent from behind, and turned around and rushed towards Xiao Jian.

However...

Feather arrows!

The raven suddenly turned into a human form, and the flying feathers scattered behind it shot forward like crossbow arrows...

Suddenly, a large area of ​​"-2" rose from the heads of the three red-robed priests.

Hundreds of flying feathers swept past like a storm, not only melting the three red-robed priests directly, but also the dragon skull warriors behind them were also affected.

Even a few zombies were accidentally "injured" by the dense "feather arrows", turning into a cloud of mist and gradually disappearing.

Xiao Jian caught their swords and teleported them to the courtyard, and then swept away the surrounding dragon skull warriors several times.

Seeing that there were no living people, Xiao Jian turned into a raven again and flew to the edge of the fog.

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The fragment of the world where the fortress city was located was almost half grassland and half forest.

And Manoron stood at the junction of the forest and grassland.

At this time, the direction in which the refugees fled was a sparse forest, and from the perspective of the types of trees in the forest, there was almost no difference from the tree species in the "Windmill World".

It was as if... they were originally connected.

"Huff... huff..."

In the "salvagers" team A, the leading strong man was already exhausted, but seeing that they were about to reach the evacuation point, the leading strong man had to grit his teeth and persist even if he couldn't hold on.

However, the black man who was running easily beside him kept "taunting" him: "Are you tired? Your physical strength is not good... You have to exercise well in the future, otherwise how can we make our wives happy? Don't you think so?"

"Super, I'm super..."

The strong man rolled his eyes and didn't have the strength to curse.

"Sure, you can come and take turns, or you come on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and I can come on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and let her rest on Sunday... But I seriously doubt that you can't come three times a week. If it's not possible, I can do it for you. You come on Monday and Thursday, and I can come on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. I have plenty of energy, and it's okay even if I do it for seven days!"

"Super...Super..." The strong man almost foamed at the mouth from running.

"Super me? You still have this hobby?... But it's not impossible, then she is mine from Monday to Saturday, and I am yours on Sunday... How about it? Fair?"

The black man kept chattering in the strong man's ear, making him so angry that he wanted to kill him.

However, the difference in endurance forced him to shut his mouth - if he continued to run and pant and talk at the same time, he would probably die on the road.

"..."

So, the strong man chose to remain silent.

He was tortured by the black man all the way and finally ran to the place.

"Bang..."

The strong man's knees softened and he fell to the ground. He lay on the ground like a dead fish with white eyes and foam at the mouth, and his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows.

"Hu... huff... huff..."

"Are you so tired? You look strong, you shouldn't be so weak..." The black man squatted beside the strong man in confusion, and from time to time he reached out to touch his shoulders, chest muscles, abdominal muscles, muscles...

"Get out!"

The strong man suddenly opened the black man's hand, and then lay on the ground again, panting like a dead fish.

"Tsk, weak chicken, really weak chicken." The black man finally touched the muscles on the strong man's thighs, and said, "If you don't train your legs even if you train your chest, you will have a sheep's tail sooner or later."

"Look at your chest muscles, so good to the touch... Look at your legs, as thin as a bamboo pole, and short."

"..."

The strong man moved slightly, as if he wanted to resist, but he was too tired, and in the end he just "tried" to resist.

The small theater in the corner of the sparse woods was not the mainstream of the refugees.

More people were still anxiously looking at the sky in the distance, with a nervous look and a face full of anxiety.

"Do you think... will the Crow God fulfill his promise?" A short middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

"Who knows, even humans are unreliable, let alone those alien races..." An old lady who could be called a shield machine did not seem to have much hope.

"Alas..."

This sigh silenced all the refugees who heard their conversation.

Even the black man stopped touching the strong man's thigh.

This dead silence did not last long.

Suddenly, there was a "flapping" sound of wings in the sky.

The raven with shiny feathers fell from the sky and stood on the branch looking at the embarrassed refugees below.

"Lord Crow God... where is the door you mentioned?" The strong man finally took a breath, slapped open the black man who was still rubbing his thigh, climbed up from the ground, and asked the raven with a still uneven breath.

"It's here." The raven whispered, "but... are you still you?"

"I'm not me... what do you mean?" The strong man looked down at himself, and then looked up at the raven standing on the branch.

"Nothing, just asking."

The raven grinned and then summoned a jade card out of thin air.

"47, 39, 59, 19, 39..."

As a series of readings were updated, the surrounding fog seemed to be attracted by something and gradually spun.

Soon, such a rotation formed a huge vortex... When the speed of the vortex exceeded a certain critical point, a road leading to other world fragments suddenly appeared in the center of the vortex.

Looking across from the center of the vortex, it is not difficult to see that the opposite side is so desolate... But the problem is that it is very desolate! If there are other natives or orcs living there, it would be too dangerous for these people.

"Please." The raven grinned and chuckled.

"... I'll be the first one to come." The strong man picked up the iron spear whose golden light had begun to dim, and was the first to step into the mist vortex.

But in a flash, his figure disappeared.

"Hey, hey, wait for me..." The black man immediately chased after him.

Then came the other "salvagers", and finally the women and children who were rescued.

Obviously, not everyone would trust a raven of unknown origin. If there was no other way, those people with worried faces would have to be forced to walk into the mist vortex.

Before leaving, Xiao Jian looked back at the fortress city burning in the distance for the last time.

Although the word "fortress" is also included in the word "fortress city", compared with places like fortress town where all kinds of fortifications are built and resistance preparations are fully prepared, the word "fortress city" is more or less unworthy of the name.

After all, this place has not experienced such a strong war for a long time, so it is not unimaginable that the military equipment is in disrepair.

But in the end, Xiao Jian still flapped his wings and took advantage of the gap before the fog passage disappeared.

...

"Windmill World".

Hundreds of refugees were thrown out by the fog vortex near the sawmill... Although everyone was thrown out in different postures, they all agreed perfectly on the embarrassment.

"Wow... This is a world without a master!?" The strong man looked at this slightly desolate world with surprise.

"Impossible... Look at the sawmill here, this architectural style is obviously the architecture of those orcs."

Next to him, the black man who followed the strong man answered.

"Who asked you?" The strong man said dissatisfiedly.

"He is right, this is indeed the territory of the Dragon Skull Clan."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted.

The strong man just felt a little dissatisfied, but when he saw the person who spoke... the raven, he wisely shut his mouth.

"So... what about the orcs here? Did you kill them all?" the black man asked.

"It has something to do with me, but not all." Xiao Jian told the truth, but he didn't explain it too clearly.

"There are tools in this sawmill. You can build a few temporary huts for yourself. It's getting dark now..."

Following the order of the raven, and also for their own shelter in the future... hundreds of refugees began to pick up tools and materials and started to build wooden houses.

The sky soon darkened.

As the sun gradually set, a blood-red crescent moon slowly rose from the east.

"..."

The raven was standing on the simple crane of the sawmill, looking at the blood-red moon in the sky, always feeling a little uncomfortable.

Just like the feeling of a heavy body after a cold and fever.

Could it be that this blood moon has some strange ability? Xiao Jian raised his head and looked at the blood moon in the sky.

The blood-red moon was very calm, so calm that Xiao Jian began to doubt whether the feeling just now was an illusion.

"Ah——"

"Ahhh——"

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the silence of the night.

The strong man who had just behaved normally suddenly knelt on the ground and screamed in a way that was not human.

His skin was evenly stretched, as if there was a huge monster living under the human skin...

"Crack...Crack..."

With a very subtle cracking sound, the strong man continued to grow bigger and bigger in the trembling of the crowd... Soon he turned into a monster as big as a bus!

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