Chapter 498

It's late at night. In front of the gate of the city's main castle, players flock into the long street like crucian carp during the day. At the moment, it has become extremely quiet, but there are still three or four kittens holding their positions, but the number is really too small. Even if they can get together and form a shadow, it always gives people a sense of powerlessness to struggle.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, pulling up the dust and leaves on the ground, rolling slowly into a vortex, adding a trace of sound, but also suppressing some irregular comments.

There are only about a thousand people left.

And in the middle of the night, people kept leaving quietly.

In the evening, some voices came out of nowhere, exposing some of the black history of Fengcheng long ago.

Once, in order to recover the enemy occupied listening wind city, the city master almost died in the process of fighting. Finally, the wind city was successfully recovered. But it didn't last long. Because of the problem of benefit distribution, a group of players who listened to the wind city at the beginning unexpectedly appeared that someone was madly assassinating the city master.

It seems that the city Lord is also a kind person, but after that assassination, the city Lord's heart was cool. He no longer trusted the human nature after the disaster. In a rage, all the players were expelled from the listening wind city.

"I worked hard to recover the enemy occupied city, but in the end I was betrayed. If it were me, it would be so unhappy!"

"After great sorrow and joy, people's temperament will change greatly. After a great disaster, human nature will change greatly. It's rare to be able to save the dying and heal the wounded in this case, but it was destroyed by some villains after all... Alas."

The speech gradually expanded.

Two thirds of the players who migrate for the first time are old and weak or life sub occupations. They will not rush into battle. Generally, the guild does not have their points. It's just that a group of elite players rushed in front, encouraged by the slogan of democracy and bullying migrating players, and gradually formed a momentum.

It seems that most people have this idea, don't they?

But if someone really has the heroic character of "preferring me to bear the world's people rather than let the world's people bear me", it's really not withdrawn.

"Speaking of it, it sounds that Fengcheng is also the city chosen by level 5 gods? Although it is cooperating with the capital of heaven this time, I heard that the Lord of Los Angeles, the capital of heaven, offered this time..."

"Listen to Fengcheng's record of defending the city with zero mortality. If you speak out, even if you can't form a guild, many people are willing to rush in?"

That's it. Elite players are powerful and well equipped. Can they stay in any chosen city? But what about the old and the weak? What about those who can only rely on sidelines? How long can we live safely without this God chosen city?

"Damn guild, aunt, I cook in a restaurant. I don't rely on that kind of ghost food at all!"

"I'm a tailor who buys low-end fur from players and makes clothes for aborigines. I just want to live a stable life... I can't stay here anymore!"

"There are still bear children waiting for me to go back to cook. I won't get involved!"

In the dark, a pair of eyes looked at the departure of one person after another, worried secretly. After a long silence, he slipped into the shadow and left quickly from the surrounding alleys.

Of course, it just makes people feel that he is also a person who can't stick to it.

The man quickly turned left and right, then came to a residential area and quietly touched into one of the inconspicuous rooms.

In the house, a faint light suddenly lit up, and finally saw people's appearance clearly. That was an ordinary looking young man.

At this time, in the room, there was a middle-aged man with a frown.

The middle-aged man was dissatisfied and said, "just tell me something by email. Why do you want to come? Aren't you afraid of exposure?"

The young man shook his head and said, "can you make it clear? Besides, where have I been standing for a day and a night? Seriously, the situation is not good."

The middle-aged man nodded and sighed, "this matter has been notified to the head for the first time."

"So... What does it mean?"

"Wait." the middle-aged man just said one word.

The young man's face was stunned, and then he was dissatisfied and said, "wait? We've done so many things, but we've got a waiting word?"

The middle-aged man hummed coldly, "if you don't want to wait, you can quit."

The young man sneered: "I've done so many things. Now let me quit and get nothing. Are you kidding me?"

The middle-aged man was unmoved and said, "then don't talk more nonsense to me. As long as you do things well, it will be good for you!"

The young man shrugged, suddenly put his head forward and whispered, "who is the so-called leader? I have joined this organization for a long time, but I don't know the boss behind me."

The middle-aged man said, "when the time comes, I'll introduce you. Just do your job well. I promise you, as long as you are loyal enough, you will always be able to see it."

The young man turned his eyes noncommittally and suddenly said, "there are fewer and fewer people now. I estimate that there will be no more than 500 people who can stay by dawn tomorrow. Moreover, I think the city master really dares to drive people away. To tell the truth, several came from listening to the wind City before, and I have confirmed this from their mouth."

"How many people are reliable?"

The young man nodded and said, "I've known each other for more than a year. If they hadn't met this situation again, they wouldn't be willing to mention the original thing. After all, they were too impressed and said it was like a nightmare."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "I didn't think it was really a hard bone."

"What about our people now?" the young man said anxiously: "if the city Lord finds that there are still people outside the door early tomorrow morning, it's hard to drive them out. It seems that our capital of heaven has not got a surrender order yet. It's easier to come out than to go back."

The middle-aged man patted his forehead and paced around the room. After a while, he sighed, "let's disperse all the people. It's meaningless to stick to it. Only a few hundred people can't become the climate. I'll report it completely and make a decision later."

"OK, I'm too sleepy. I'll sleep for a while and call someone at dawn." the young man said, walked directly into another room and fell asleep.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, but did not contact the so-called leader for the first time. This matter is entirely left to him. He has an unshirkable responsibility when it comes to this point.

"The information is not enough... If I had known there was such a long history, I wouldn't have said anything in this radical way." the middle-aged man sighed long.

He wandered around the room for a moment, suddenly doing it, lowering his head and closing his eyes.

When players do this action, they either close their eyes and rest, or they are operating the mail space wholeheartedly.

Just then, a dark shadow approached the middle-aged man quietly. He fell silent, like a ghost. Even under the warm light, his black eyes still gave people a cold feeling... This feeling, even with a half mask, could not be covered up.

The figure quietly took out a small bottle filled with dark green liquid from his personal space. He pulled out the small bottle and handed it to the middle-aged man's nose.

At that moment, the middle-aged man didn't even open his eyes, but instinctively frowned and fell down.

The figure quickly followed the middle-aged man to avoid falling to the ground and making a sound. The middle-aged man was unconscious at this time, and the figure quietly touched another room and made other young people unconscious in the same way.

Then, the figure came out again, came to the middle-aged man and stretched out his hand to hold his neck.

But seeing the middle-aged man's expression of pain, the shadow's arm trembled gently, as if he was trying to restrain it, but he kept strengthening his grip on the middle-aged man's neck.

Seeing that the middle-aged man's face had turned blue, the shadow's arm trembled more and left, as if he was struggling.

In the darkness, a faint sigh suddenly came, "it's just a unconscious prey, which makes your killing addiction excited?"

The figure was shocked and his five fingers suddenly loosened. The middle-aged man fell to the ground and still didn't wake up, but his breathing was much smoother.

"If you don't know how to control your heart, one day you will be swallowed up by your madness and finally become a monster who only knows how to kill."

After waiting softly, Zhao Nan sighed gently and patted on the shadow's shoulder, "I don't mind knowing your life by myself on that day."

"At that time, please kill me."

The figure said faintly. It doesn't seem to contain any emotion... Or sadness. The sunset is infinitely good, just the sadness of near dusk.

Zhao Nan shook her head. "Take people outside the city."

After that, Zhao Nan walked away quietly, really wandering like a ghost.

Soon after, outside the city of listening to the wind, the middle-aged man was brought to him, and then he was still on the ground at will.

Zhao Nan gasped heavily, took out several bottles of strange medicine from her personal space and poured it into the middle-aged man's mouth.

Soon after, the middle-aged man woke up. But his eyes were a little blurred, and his reaction became very slow, just like a drunken man.

"You... Who are you?"

His sight even blurred.

Zhao Nan opened his fingers in front of the middle-aged man, and a gray light enveloped his whole head.

Magic word!

A moment later, the middle-aged man's eyes were empty and under the control of magic words.

Zhao Nan smiled and squatted down, "well, it's time for interrogation..."