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1291 Undead

"Ah!" Finally, the mother's hands no longer restrained her daughter's mouth in vain. The little girl finally couldn't help but scream loudly, and along with her scream, there was a huge sound of the floor being lifted.

Everyone was scared out of their wits. The devil dog's huge claws lifted up the floor in an instant, and its head poked into the cellar. A pair of eyes stared at the civilians in the cellar, scaring everyone back involuntarily.

"Shall I arrest you, or will you come out on your own?" A demon soldier holding a long sword asked in the local language.

As his voice sounded, the demon dog retracted its head and stopped forcing the people hiding in the cellar.

Just now it was like a cat digging a mouse hole, trying hard to stuff its head into the hole, trying to bite the mouse in the next second to end this meaningless hunting game.

"We surrender! We surrender!" Seeing that the other party seemed to understand his own language, a soldier shouted loudly.

What they faced before were demon dogs that didn't seem to understand their language at all, so they could only fight to the death.

Now, the enemies they face can speak their language, which makes communication easier. Surrender is a matter of course, and they really don't have the courage to continue fighting anyway.

"Get out of here if you surrender! I can't find you rats without the devil dogs!" The devil standing above ordered loudly: "You are so brave, hiding in such a place, do you think you are safe?

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He snorted coldly and continued: "Fortunately, I brought the devil dog to find you. If the devil dog found you by itself, none of you would survive!"

Seven or eight people in the cellar walked out dejectedly one by one. They did not dare to resist anymore, because even if they were tied together, they probably would not be able to defeat the demon dog that was staring at them eagerly.

However, a soldier heard another meaning from the devil's words. Since the devil in front of him just said "Fortunately... otherwise none of you would survive", does that mean that they seem to still be alive?

"Is there no one inside?" The demon soldier in black armor asked after seeing the last woman walking out of the basement: "Get out quickly! I will let the demon dog go in for a while, and it will eat when it finds something to eat.

Pounce on it! If you want to feed it, just keep hiding inside!"

After hearing his words, the expressions of the two women suddenly changed, and they nervously exchanged words loudly at the hole in the opened floor.

After a while, the two little girls came out one after the other. They cuddled together and looked at the terrifying hound in fear, not even daring to say a word.

"Follow me!" The demon held his sword and walked out of the house first. As soon as he left, the demon dog rushed into the huge hole opened in the floor, looking for food that might rather die than surrender.

Obviously, this time it was destined to be empty. Because everyone came out, and there were only two long swords left on the ground.

Seven or eight people followed the devil and walked out of the alley. When they just walked onto the street, they were stunned by the sight in front of them.

The dried blood on the ground is still there, but the corpse has disappeared. On both sides of the street, there are squatting demon dogs and demon soldiers wiping the blood on their swords. It looks like hell.

However, what surprised these seven or eight poor people even more was that they saw groups of civilians, just like them, following the demon soldiers who captured them, gathering together and walking towards a more spacious place.

These captured civilians would look at each other and give each other a look that said they were captured too.

Then, they were guarded like this, watched by countless pairs of demon dog eyes, and came to the square.

The next second, they once again realized that their brains were not working hard enough. Because what they saw was not a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, nor was it a temporary prisoner of war camp with a depressing atmosphere.

Right in front of them, there was a group of smiling civilians. They were carrying something, chatting with each other, and leaving the square.

"What...what is this..." A man looked at the scene in front of him at a loss and asked the demon soldier standing next to him.

The demon soldier glanced at the man who asked the question and replied: "As ordered, I will give you three days of rations."

"Distribute, distribute food?" The man obviously didn't understand the logic of this matter. He stuttered for a moment, and then asked subconsciously: "You defeated us, and then you still want to distribute food to us?"

"No way, who allowed our empire to have such a tradition." The demon shrugged helplessly - Ever since the expansion of the Eilanhill Empire, it seems that it likes to use food and gold coins to appease the new occupied areas.



And against the poor, this trick is almost invincible. As long as there is food and gold coins, those new occupied areas can cheer for the Eilanhir Empire and provide a steady supply of soldiers.

"You won't hurt us?" Holding her child, the thin and withered woman finally summoned up the courage to ask.

"You? Hurt you?" The demon glanced at the mother and daughter in front of him with disgust, shook his head and said, "You are lucky, our Emperor does not like killing."

To be honest, he really doesn't like these skinny women from the Flame Empire. Compared with human movie stars, and compared with the demon clan's own succubus clan, such skinny women really have no attraction to him.

Even for feeding dogs, such thin women and children are too thin. Devil dogs like men who are stronger and chewier...

In the distance, the demon soldiers who distributed the food were shouting crazily, teaching everyone who received the food how to unpack and eat the contents.

In addition to Little Raccoon Crispy Noodles, what arrived at the front line this time were compressed biscuits and unprocessed serious grain.

Those are genuine rice and noodles. As long as they are processed, they can be cooked, steamed or eaten. With these grains, the people of the Flame Empire seem to be able to improve their living conditions.

"Now you are all people from Elanthir! Good times... are coming." The demon pointed to the food stall in front and said, "Go! Go there to welcome your new life!"


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