The little evil devil Deakin was wearing a Mao Federation mobilization soldier-style costume and followed a few players wearing black clothes on the vast snowfield. Deakin did not like the extremely cold environment here, but it had no choice.

A year ago, when Deakin almost died of starvation on the Coke Plain, it had no choice. At that time, there were only two ways to go before it, either falling down because of weakness and becoming the food of other evil devils, or accepting relief from those humans and signing a contract that can be called a contract of selling one's body.

Hell, even the big devil can't find any flaws in that contract. It is said that it is the ultimate weapon taken out by thousands of terrible strong men known as lawyers who worked hard for dozens of hours.

Deakin doesn't know what the profession of lawyers is, but it is sure that lawyers are much more powerful than common goods such as warriors, mages, and rangers. After all, even the great devils are now studying the additional terms and conditions in it, trying to learn more useful knowledge from it.

Simply put, the little evil devil Deakin sold himself to humans for a hundred years in order to have a full meal. According to the contract, any behavior outside of farting must be approved by the employer. This employer refers to thousands of ordinary humans, which are arranged downwards one by one according to priority level and one by one, and it is preferred to obey orders issued by higher humans.

This made the little evil demon Deacon feel that the main material world has evolved into a hell with a larger scale and a more stringent system.

Therefore, when the current players were on the battlefield lightly, the little evil demon Deakin could only act as a livestock force with several other evil demons of the same status, pulling the huge carriage forward. The wheels of the carriage were deeply trapped in the snow. Every step required the little evil demons to exhaust all their strength.

"I said, is this the norm below?" Vladimir pushed his hat and looked at the little evil demon pulling a cart behind him. He always felt a little uncomfortable. Before that job, his big bear Misha was doing it. The car was filled with a magical version of cannon, which was the secret weapon they prepared to attack the Winter Palace.

Mao Federation players were so pitiful that there were not enough large storage equipment distributed to all squads, and some squads had to use manpower to drag the cannons forward like them.

Fortunately, there is now free labor, although these labor forces look a bit strange.

"You talk about those little evil devils?" The devil player who pulled the cloak opened a fire in his palm to keep warm: "They are all fools who signed the contract to sell their bodies. They can be used at will. They are considered some kind of public property and can be used as long as they have free time."

Yuri looked at the hardworking little evil demon behind him and remembered the woman who turned her green and then left half of her property. She felt that she was also a fool who signed a contract to sell her body and a fool who was connected with those evil demons. So she drank a big mouthful of vodka ton ton, and died of drunkenness.

Several devil players were infected by Yuri and raised their newly allocated vodka in their hands to start a round of ton ton ton. Everything is good in hell, but there is too little wine. The price of the wine was once fryed by these Russians to the point where even the superior devils had to calculate in milliliters when drinking.

Zhuo Ya wandered around the team. They have now passed the area controlled by the players and entered the territory of the natives. According to the information provided above, there is a permanent iron guard regiment here defending it.

However, Zhuoya searched for a radius of one kilometer and saw no traces of patrol passing by. It was deserted and seemed to be a no-man's land.

This shouldn't have been the case here.

Zhuoya found an abandoned village, where the empty house collapsed in the snowstorm, standing like a tombstone.

"It seems that the female tsar or someone else has moved away all the people close to our control area." Zhuo Yaluo searched the abandoned village, which was evacuated very cleanly and left nothing of valuable.

"It sounds like the attention of the monk. He likes to do such things the most." Mikhail rubbed his two axes: "According to Rasputin's idea, it will be easier for him to manage everyone in the capital."

"It's okay, aren't we going to solve him?" Vladimir smiled relaxedly on Misha's back: "This land will soon restore its vitality, just as it has happened in our history."

Zhuo Ya didn't reply, she ventured away from the farthest safe distance she had determined before, and the intuition of the polar ranger told her that everything that happened here was not that simple.

Soon the female ranger found a thin area in the vast snow field. Zhuo Ya quickly cleared out a piece of open space. The withered yellow and black turf seemed lifeless under the snow. As the area of ​​the open space expanded, she finally touched an area that was not covered by plants.

The Ranger took out his long dagger and kept digging on the frozen soil. Soon a pale bone was dug out by her.

Zhuo Ya pursed her lips, refused to believe the news brought to her by Ranger's intuition, and digged forward even more crazily. One bone after another was turned out from the soil by the dagger. Until a skull the size of a fist was dug out by Ranger, she sat on the ground.

The residents here were not migrated at all. They were deceived out of their homes and then slaughtered here in an organized manner.

"Vladimir, you have to come and see this." Zhuo Ya calmed down her breathing and kept emphasizing to herself that this place was just a game, and the dead were all natives, but she failed. Her reason told her that these natives were not just the data in the game.

They are flesh and blood lives.

Soon, the huge Yuri sprayed out a fierce fire snake with his weapon. The snow nearby was blown away instantly, and then melted in the fire, then evaporated into steam. When the cold air condensed into ice beads and smashed on the ground again.

Yuri spent three minutes alone to clear out about 200 square meters of open space. Under the command of the devil players, seven or eight little demons reluctantly ran into the muddy frozen soil area with shovels and began to dig.

Soon, hundreds of human bones were discovered one by one. Some of them still kept their actions before death. The husband tried to protect his wife and children. The brave rushed a few steps towards the murderer, and the cowards hid behind others.

But the results are the same. The perpetrators have an overwhelming advantage in force. No one escaped, no one survived, and they were eventually buried in the mud.

The perpetrators only made symbolic cover-ups. If it weren't for the previous Blizzard, the corpse would have been directly exposed to everyone.

"Most of the people died of gunshot wounds, and only a very small number died under the sword." Vladimir picked out a lead bullet from a broken bone: "It's not a robber."
Chapter completed!