Chapter 614: Joining forces
to go out, a Middle-earth man is like a worm.
But if a group of Chinese people get together, they may become a dragon.
But if you want to stay together, you must have someone who can convince everyone and lead everyone to survive in this cruel world.
Boss Ji is such a person.
He was originally a Yin-Yang businessman and a member of the famous Ji family in Central China.
Come to Irkutsk just for the special species in the depths of Lake Baikal, the yin and yang fish.
It's a pity that the Yin-Yang fish was not caught, but instead it was trapped here, living a precarious life every day.
But Boss Ji is Boss Ji after all, and he deeply understands the principle that there is strength in numbers.
When there was chaos outside and people were killing people everywhere, Boss Ji gathered several company employees, sealed the unit doors of the building, and relied on supplies prepared in advance.
Half a year later, countless people died in the internal fighting for survival resources, but Boss Ji gathered dozens of Middle-earth people to survive here.
And became quite famous among the survivors.
But Boss Ji doesn’t want to be the boss in this inhospitable place. He wants to return to Middle-earth.
So this time when he heard that a dragon fell from the sky, he did not hesitate to take his men to store supplies and then leave the city.
Unexpectedly, he didn't get the dragon meat, but instead attracted the experts from the temple.
The other party obviously has a grudge against the Middle-earth people. Now he wants to kill all the Middle-earth people. If he acts like a coward, he will be killed.
As soon as Boss Ji spoke, the black-robed warriors in the temple burst into mocking laughter.
One of them said in half-familiar Chinese: "The Chinese people are all blasphemers without faith!"
"You all deserve to die!"
They did not wait for the order of the golden-robed magician, and pointed at the two-handed giant sword in their hands. The Chinese people slowly gathered around.
Someone behind Boss Ji said angrily: "Damn it! Fight with them!"
"Everyone on the left and right is dead! I don't want to die in vain!"
These words triggered a burst of noisy curses.
They just come here to kill the Chinese people, so begging for mercy is useless.
At this point, everyone can only risk their lives.
Just as a fire was about to start, I heard more than thirty survivors standing up slowly.
The leader stood silently behind Boss Ji and others, holding an axe, a machete, and an old-fashioned shotgun in his hands, and faintly confronted the black-robed warriors in the temple.
This group of people are all Slavs, all of them are stout and dressed like big bears.
The leader said coldly to the golden-robed magician: "Dear magician, we are just little people living at the bottom." "We do
n't want to participate in any battles, we just want to be able to fill our stomachs and leave this damned place . , a city frozen in ice."
"But the adults pushed us too hard, so we had no choice but to rise up and resist."
The strong man turned to Boss Ji and said, "My name is Ivan, and I think we can unite and fight side by side."
The two groups joined forces, at least one hundred and eighty people.
The most important thing is that everyone stood up with the same hatred and a feeling of death.
The temple is not a thing.
To them, these people were blasphemers. And blasphemers do not distinguish between races.
They will finish killing the Middle-earth people, and then slowly kill the Slavs, then kill the Nordics, and then kill the Alaskans...
until all these blasphemers are killed.
If you want to survive, you can only stay in a group.
Now that things have developed, the golden-robed magician has become interested.
He waved his hand to signal the gunship above his head not to move, and then said with a smile: "Interesting, interesting."
"Are there any blasphemers who are not afraid of death?"
"Okay! Give you a chance! You can go up one by one. , or you can swarm me!"
"As long as one of you can defeat me, I will spare everyone!"
He walked confidently in front of everyone and said proudly: "Don't say I bully you!"
"I will only do one thing. One hand! If I use the other hand, I lose!"
This sentence caused a commotion among everyone.
In the past six months, everyone has been living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. Who doesn’t have two brushes?
Not to mention the lowest D-class exorcists, there are at least a dozen C-class exorcists.
Especially when everyone thought that the dragon meat that they had worked so hard to obtain was burned by these defunct things, the anger in their hearts kept rising.
What happened to the temple?
Can the temple kill people casually?
Ivan said quickly: "If you want to survive, you have to fight on your own!"
"Who wants to come with us!"
Boss Ji stepped forward and said, "I'm one of them!"
Another one was wearing a bearskin coat and carrying a The strong man with a thick wooden stick took a step forward: "I'm one of them!"
Both Boss Ji and the strong man with a wooden stick were C-level masters.
And after eating dragon meat, his physical fitness and soul strength are still steadily improving.
Although facing an A-level person, it is no different for everyone to go up to him and seek death, but this is the only chance for everyone.
You must know that there are people from the FBI and Tianzhu Dalun Temple watching.
If the golden-robed magician really loses and refuses to admit his defeat, it will be a disgrace to the temple.
When one after another people stood up without hesitation, there were more than ten in the blink of an eye.
They are all C-level exorcists, some have powerful souls and some have strong physical qualities.
No matter what, this is probably all C-level among survivors.
With more than ten C-levels, he is already considered a master among survivors.
But the golden-robed magician still sighed: "If this is the only thing, I'm afraid you will all die here."
Boss Ji shouted: "If you die, you will die. I, the master of Middle-earth, smashed the city in the sky." Oh! Are we still afraid of you, a golden-robed magician?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden-robed magician's face suddenly became ferocious: "Seeking death!"
(End of this chapter)