The foreign monks who were slaughtered by the Holy Dragon City did not actually feel that they were at a disadvantage. On the contrary, they received constant praise.
Although the prices of the equipment sold in the weapons stores in the commercial district are a bit higher, the quality is not that great and can completely withstand the test of actual combat.
Moreover, living here and killing monsters is much more comfortable than living in your own city.
Every time you leave the city, you don't need to go far to encounter countless mutated monsters, enough to kill these monks until they are weak.
After killing the monsters, you can go back to the business area and enjoy yourself comfortably with the brain beads you earned. There will still be a lot left over.
The logistical support provided by Holy Dragon City allows the foreign monks to have no worries at all. As long as they have brains in their pockets, they will not worry about not being able to buy what they want.
What makes these foreign monks feel most comfortable is that whenever they encounter a danger that cannot be solved, they can also use the walkie-talkie to call Shenglong City for armed support.
Shenglong City's armed helicopters, large-caliber artillery, and armored combat vehicles are on standby at any time. As long as the signal for assistance is sent out, you will definitely receive strong fire support.
In particular, the semi-mechanized combat weapons of Holy Dragon City shined brightly in the battle. They were not afraid of death and successfully rescued alien monks who were in danger time and time again.
Although the rescue of Holy Dragon City required paying for brain beads, it still received strong support from the foreign monks. Compared with brain beads, life is the most important thing.
Although some monks died at the mouth of monsters during this period, the enthusiasm of these alien monks was not affected at all, and on the contrary, their fighting spirit became higher and higher.
Compared with Holy Dragon City, other tower cities in the wild land live like walking on thin ice every day.
Facing the mutated monsters around them, these buildings and cities were all facing formidable enemies. While actively defending, they also began to try to hunt these mutated monsters.
However, the strength of these tower cities is limited, and they are simply not like the Holy Dragon City where over ten thousand high-level alien monks gather here. Every morning when the city gate is opened, thousands of fully armed monks pour out.
Except for some fifth-level tower cities that can send thousands of monks, other small tower cities can only send out a few hundred people to fight at a time.
But facing the tide of mutated monsters, the monk could barely make a splash if he was left in it.
But in order to maintain the normal operation of the building city and obtain brain beads to buy daily necessities on the cornerstone platform, they can only bite the bullet and fight the monsters.
As time continues to pass, these buildings and cities lose more and more combat power, but the number of mutated monsters does not see any decrease.
This seems to be a vicious cycle, which continuously weakens the combat effectiveness of each building and city.
But the corpses of Loucheng residents who died in the mutated monster's mouth were all gathered together by the monster and piled up into a hill, making people look numb.
The residents of these building cities all have a vague feeling of impending disaster, and a pessimistic atmosphere lingers in these building cities all day long.
I'm afraid of comparison in everything. Compared with these buildings and cities that are in constant panic, the current environment of Shenglong City is simply like heaven.
But there is another group of people whose situation is many times more miserable than these buildings.
About two hundred kilometers away from Shenglong City, nearly ten thousand men and women in ragged clothes were trekking through the snow.
This huge team included various races, including residents of Loucheng, wanderers, and monks who were trapped halfway on their way to Holy Dragon City.
Because of the sudden outbreak of the beast tide, these people quickly gathered together and cooperated with each other to resist the mutated monsters.
Although they are large in number, their combat effectiveness is extremely limited and cannot be compared with a regular team of monks.
Due to cold and hunger, more than a dozen corpses would fall to the ground almost every kilometer traveled.
Behind this team, a road of death paved with corpses formed, with cold corpses covered in frost everywhere.
Fortunately, because those mutated monsters were concentrated near Loucheng, they rarely encountered monsters along the way.
Otherwise, it only takes a few attacks from those mutated monsters, and these more than 10,000 people will be killed!
At this time, in the middle of the team, there was a foreign businessman wearing leather clothes, constantly fiddling with the walkie-talkie in his hand, with a trace of anxiety on his face.
Seeing this, a foreign boy next to him asked curiously: "Uncle Huolu, you have been playing with this thing, what is it for?"
Hearing this, Huo Lu smiled at the foreign boy and said, "This is a communication tool that my uncle bought in Shenglong City. It can make calls over long distances.
As long as we can contact Holy Dragon City, we will be saved!"
The foreign boy nodded in understanding and continued to ask Huo Lu: "Uncle Huo Lu, is that Holy Dragon City really as good as you said? Is it better than our hometown?"
Huo Lu recalled his experience of living in Holy Dragon City and nodded gently.
While the two were talking, there were two wanderers with thin clothes walking not far away. They fell to the ground and never got up again.
People passing by were indifferent, just glanced at him coldly and ignored him.
There is no possibility of saving those who have fallen to the ground like this. It won't take long for them to be frozen into stiff lumps of ice.
This kind of thing happens anytime and anywhere along the way, and everyone has long been numb and turned a blind eye.
Huo Lu on the side could only sigh softly when he saw this.
Now he is unable to protect himself and has to take care of his own family. It is impossible to take care of other poor people.
If you are unlucky, even Huo Lu himself will most likely die on the way.
Lowering his head again, Huolu pressed the button on the intercom and tried to call for help.
"Holy Dragon City, Holy Dragon City, I am the caravan numbered y1o9. I am now trapped halfway. Please ask for rescue. Over!"
After saying this, Huo Lu sighed softly and continued on his way without stopping.
He has said this hundreds of times, but has never received a response, so he did not expect to get a reply this time.
But surprises often come suddenly at unexpected moments, catching you off guard and making you feel extremely happy at the same time.
Just a few seconds after Huo Lu put down the intercom, a clear man's voice suddenly came from the intercom that had been unresponsive.
"This is Holy Dragon City. Your caravan number has been confirmed. Now I'm officially notifying you that the rescue team has been sent out five hours ago. Please wait for the rescue. It's over!"
Huo Lu, who was walking with his head down, trembled, and quickly raised the walkie-talkie under the curious gazes of everyone around him.
"Holy Dragon City, Holy Dragon City, we have a lot of people here, tens of thousands of people, it's over!"
"We already know, please feel free to wait for rescue, over!"
After hearing these words, the last trace of worry on Huo Lu's face completely dissipated.
He raised his head and looked around, and laughed loudly under the nervous and expectant eyes of everyone.
"Don't worry, everyone. Shenglong City has sent a rescue team. We are saved!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and cheered in unison.