Listening to the high so flat confidence, Kaimon instantly confident.

Under the great papal crown, the spokesman of the gods of Azeroth, the savior of the stars of Carroll, are still afraid of the warcraft?

Are the eagles afraid of the earth's ants?

Will the Archons of the Holy City of Sius be afraid of the scavengers of the ghettos?

I said, just go straight!

More than a thousand people, certainly can not be taken away directly, there is no need, the shelter is still needed for the time being, the great Pope can not personally shelter everyone, people have more important things to do.

Kaimon decided to call him “Pioneer” and “Grass Picker,” leaving protectors, managers, and builders behind.

Everyone in the shelter has a job, a division of labor, even the youngest children have to work, the pioneers are responsible for expanding the shelter, looking for other survivors, the scavengers are responsible for collecting what can be used from the ruins, the protectors are responsible for protecting the shelter, the managers are responsible for the assignment of tasks, the builders are responsible for building the shelter, including repair, including laundry and cooking.

The first three are combat units, the manager is actually subordinate to the other four units, the builder is equivalent to the living player -

There is only one life-long player.

The pioneers and scavengers are all out, which is already the greatest force that the shelter can mobilize.

Protectors are absolutely immovable, the world is full of danger, and shelters cannot leave these people.

High refused.

This shelter is not safe at all, it was only established a year ago.

The previous one was broken, and the other three were also broken.

When Keamon established the first shelter 30 years ago, there were more than 5,000 people, and now it is the seventh shelter, only more than a thousand.

There are fewer and fewer good things to be found, and the monster outside is getting stronger.

If Gao did not come, maybe they could not survive for 10 years, and no one could survive.

Seriously, Gao is really the savior, or at least the savior of these people.

"No need, you're leading the way."

He looked up and saw a strange monster coming.

Four eagle-like wings, almost fifty meters long after spread, hairy head, brain and "king" glyph, the body is strong, looks like an enlarged version of the tiger, claws like a tiger, tail like an eagle, not good.

The wind is strong, full of power.

“It’s a four-winged eagle!”

The leader of the protector raised his hand, and the high-tech watch on the wrist emitted a light and covered the four-winged tiger eagle.

Seeing the small screen bright red "15", the chief of the protector exclaimed: "15-level Warcraft!“Quick, start the magic pulser!”

"However, the shelter energy is not much, if you start the magic pulse gun, the defense array will fail, and then there will be a warcraft attack, we are finished!"Another protector gritted his teeth and pulled his knife: “We will fight to the death!”

“How many people have to die?A hundred people?“Two hundred people?”

The leader of the protector shouted: "The protector will be destroyed!"Buddy, we want to think about the future!The energy is gone and can be collected again, and people can't be resurrected when they die!"

“This is our duty!The protector is dead, and no one else can face a life-and-death crisis!”

Buddy argued for it, his face gray: “Besides, where is there energy?”The scavengers have not harvested for a month!”

I’ve been around 50 miles, so what’s the best?

Although the energy turbulence is everywhere and the air is abundant, the energy required for the defense array must be collected with special devices, and that device is also destroyed.

Food is starting to go short.

Energy chaos, the Warcraft is ruined, and the terrible radiation environment makes it impossible to grow crops and domesticate poultry and livestock, and all the food begins to pioneer and scavengers, either killing the Warcraft or collecting plants.

However, the Warcraft is dangerous, plants are dangerous, and every time you hunt and gather, you have to risk your life.

Fortunately, many Warcrafts and plants are huge in size, and the harvest is enough for thousands of people to eat for days or even decades, so that the rate of population reduction can be as slow as possible.

But how long can it last?

It's all going to end.

“Crying what?“Don’t forget that we have God and His Holiness the Pope!”

Capmon scolded, then turned and looked at the high, full of longing, almost like a girl who was naked, and of course, who wanted to fall, looked at the dead wood floating in the distance: "His Holiness, can you save us?"Save your most religious people!”

You are not religious at all, okay?

You saw my coming an hour ago, is this the greatest blasphemy against the Pope, the most divine?

You don’t paint me a picture or make a statue!

I am not a naked model!

“You are not of my followers, but of the gods.The gods have sent me to save you, and I will protect you and help you to save yourselves.You must become faithful and be saved by faith in God.You don't have much food, and this four-winged tiger-eagle is food from the gods to help you through the storm."

High as possible to make your voice solemn.

He looked up at the sky forty-five times, looked at the monster with the property up to the 15th order, and then gently waved his sleeve.

The wings of the four-winged tiger eagle froze, the eyes were gone, the heart stopped, and the soul annihilated.

The soul, which is so fragile as not perfectly controlling the body, is destroyed by high and direct.

Falling from the sky.

The huge body even caused violent movement, and the three children stood up and fell unsteadily.

High is pleased with his performance.

Although the actual use of all their souls, in that moment the use of "soul walking", is also the means of the "primitive gods" in the Xiu Xian novel, with the demigod level of the soul directly grasp the soul of the four wings of the tiger eagle, and then secretly cast spells, with the soul chain to lock the soul.

In fact, it has done its best, but at least the surface looks light.

Swing your sleeves and destroy a 15th-order Warcraft no less than the ancient red dragon.

How windy?

How much fiery?

“It is yours.”High didn’t say much.

This tiger eagle is less than a hundred tons, remove bones, wings and so on can not eat, there are nearly a hundred tons, a thousand people, one person can be divided into a hundred kilograms, the lizard man no matter how huge, how to eat, a day can not eat 10 kg, support for 10 days no problem.

“This is God’s gift.”The voice is soft, but under the influence of magic, it reaches everyone's ears.

He put his hands up forty-five degrees, and shone all over him, singing out praises to the mercy and grace of the gods of Azeroth.

He waited for the believers to bow down and give thanks, and for the faith of these people to be more religious, so as to gain more faith.

Why is it so quiet?

Quietly weird?

Suddenly, a weak voice came to the high ear.

“The great papal crown...the four-winged tiger eagle is poisonous and cannot be eaten...”

...

...

Modifying the memory is really troublesome, fortunately high experience.

He may feel more and more experienced.

No way, it has to be changed.

The great Pope, not even the four-winged tiger eagle is poisonous, is it okay?

The gods are all-knowing and all-powerful, and the spokesmen of the gods cannot be all-powerful, at least they should be all-knowing!

You know everything, you know, right?

The four-winged tiger eagle is poisonous, and our three-year-old children here know, how can you not know, Pope?

If you don’t even know what Pope is?

Why do we believe in the God you say?

At that time, Gao felt that something was wrong, and some people's beliefs began to waver, although in fact they had no faith.

But at any rate, a general believer, you can't become a believer again, can you not become a believer again?

Therefore, it is important to maintain the dignity and decency of the Pope.

Changing the memory is necessary.

So in the memory of Kaimon and everyone, waving high sleeves, the crazy four-winged tiger eagle became well-behaved and meek, landed steadily from the height, fell to the face of the Pope's crown, and bowed his head respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, the Pope touched the head of the four-winged tiger eagle, a green light flashed, the four-winged tiger eagle body was quickly healed by the wounds of other monsters, and then a mysterious light was integrated into the whole body, and the four-winged tiger eagle body emitted a brilliant colorful light.

Its breath became fading, becoming mysterious.

Its energy intensity quickly climbed from level 15 to level 18, becoming the strongest monster that had never been seen in the circle of 100 kilometers, or even had never been seen in the record, and then flew high and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

“Four... under the great papacy, the four-winged tiger eagle?”It, what happened to it?It seems to have become your... pet?”

When Kaimon saw this scene, he couldn’t believe his eyes!

How did the 15th grade become the 18th grade?

What is the power of awe and worship that cannot help but be feared, and is it related to the great Gods of Azeroth?

The Pope swung so much that it became an hour later, the neighbor’s puppy, docilely and disobedient.

To know that it is a four-winged tiger eagle, and it is still the king's level, and it can eat 100 people in one breath!

"It was called by the gods, and now it is my mount."

He whispered, "It's hunting... it's back."

After only 10 minutes, the four-winged tiger eagle flew back again, and the two front paws were clutching a fat-toothed steel behemoth-beam.

Level 9 "Blood Pig"

Its mane is as hard as steel, its adult African elephant is still two rounds in size, and its body is stirring with extremely fast hot blood, as long as a drop can cause forest fires.

Most importantly, it is non-toxic, meaty, and tastes good.

Camusts ate.

Gao will not make the same mistake, and it is troublesome to modify the memory.

This time it steals the memory of Camon, searches for all the information about the nearby Warcraft, and chooses the most suitable Warcraft.

The blood pig comes from the largest pig farm 10 kilometers away.

After the destruction of the carol star, the turbulence of nuclear radiation and chaotic energy, so that these mutated pigs, and the collective variation of 10,000 pigs became the blood-throated pigs.

As long as these guys grow for a few months, the energy intensity is generally in the 5th level, but the limit is not high, there is no more than 10 levels, is the nightmare of ordinary Warcraft, but also the best Warcraft food, the four-winged tiger eagle often comes to hunt.

If there are not enough blood-dishable pigs, and the ability to reproduce is strong enough, there are more than ten or twenty cubs at a time, and they are not picky, hungry and even soil can be eaten, they can digest and absorb, and they are extinct early.

Of course, the blood-flavored pigs are still very strong, and the heads are together, and the four-winged tiger eagles do not dare to rush directly to provoke, and can only occasionally hunt and kill.

Of course, that was the four-winged tiger eagle before.

Now the four-winged tiger eagle is more powerful, the combination of high-granted divine power, rushed to seize the strongest two heads, brought over.

Camus swallowed the water.

The taste of the blood pig, he still tasted 20 years ago, was still a second shelter, the strength is very strong.

After the destruction of the second shelter, the survivors plummeted, and even the single-blooded pigs did not dare to provoke, which was called a tragedy.

The Pope is a savior!

Here he is, he has food!

“No hurry.”

Looking high into the distance, calm and happy: “They are coming...they are coming!”

Here it is?

What is coming?

Camo looked in the high direction and saw nothing?

Is the Pope blind?

Five minutes later, the face changed.

He saw the dark and tucked figure, rushing from a distance.

Roll up the dust.

A monster runs wild, including powerful monsters over 10 levels.

Ruins were flattened.

The energy flow is dispersed.

The earth trembled like a thousand horses.

“Blood...Blood Pigs!”Kaimon unconsciously swallowed the sip.

Not one, not ten heads.

But the head.

All the pigs came.

Cameon wanted to cry.

Is the shelter standing in place?

The first shelter of the year could not be stopped!

These 10,000 blooded pigs are moving together, which is the most powerful force in a hundred kilometers, who dares to provoke?

What do you want to do under the Pope?

Did you let the four-winged tiger eagle catch the blood of the ferrets in order to bring them here?

Gao did not respond to Kaimon's doubts.

He walked away in the blood-soaked pigs.

One step is tens of meters.

Only 10 steps to stop, and then turned into an ancient two-headed dragon.

Wings flying.

The two faucets opened their mouths.

The roar sounded.

The raging dragon vehement covers all the blood-thirsty pigs.

The next moment, the blood-thirty pigs trembled and turned around and wanted to run.

But he did not move his legs, his legs were soft, and he did not dare to move on the ground.

They are scared!

This two levels of the soul of the body of the pressure, so that they can not resist, this moment they are embarrassed, desperate, is the five bodies to the ground.

They don’t know what they’re doing, they just give in.

This scene is forever printed in the hearts of more than a thousand people.

Too far away, they can't see the blood pig's slight trembling, thinking that these guys are all dead in an instant, scared to death!

This te:'mu:'d-i is too scary!

“Praise the great pope, praise the gods of Azeroth!”

Camon fell to his knees first, and the others fell on his knees.

Only a little guy stood alone, his face not too good-looking, and seemed to be worried.

“Get on your knees!”His mother was terrified and pulled him.

Seeing the high come over, he hurriedly kowtowed and begged for forgiveness: "The Pope's crown, he still does not understand things, please forgive him..."

She was terrified!

All the blood pigs were scared to death, the Pope was terrible!

His four-winged tiger eagle is still big, he has two heads, and his mouth is mostly four-winged tiger eagle, how many people have to eat in a meal!

“It doesn’t matter.”

Smiling and laughing, the tone was gentle: "Child, do you not be happy to see so much food?"

“Of course I’m happy!”

The little guy was even more worried, scratching his head: "But there are so many blood-thirreats, they can't finish eating!"You’re going to kill them all, and it’s going to break down when you don’t finish!”

The high smile began to freeze.

He couldn’t help but explain: “They are not dead, but are inspired by God and willing to be your food.”All you have to do is build a pigsty and raise them.”

The little guy was worried again, “But we don’t eat ourselves, what do we need to feed them?”

The high smile disappeared completely.

He sighed and raised his hand.

Being the Pope is hard.

I need to change my memory again!