My Empire

On the unacuped road, a jeep is up and down. This jeep is not a hood, and there is no logo of Golden Eagle, which proves that it is likely to not belong to the Allah Hill military.

Sure enough, the Allah Hill soldiers stationed in the crossroads, after seeing the car brand, even the military salutes were too lazy, but they simply put their hands, indicating that the car can now passed.

So, the car only decelerated, and rushed through this crossroad and continued to travel forward along the road.

Inside the car, the two men in the back row wearing the aristocratic costumes, impatiently with their own handkerchief, covering their mouths.

It is a human beings to drive them. It is a delayed man sitting on the co-pilot. The special shelf around the driver card with a AK-47 assault rifle, and the elf man is holding a delicate long sword.

The wheel of the car is rolled with a slight muddy black soil. It is filled with the devil's body in not far from the side of the wheel.

The body is even without classification, many of the murderous devil's bodies, and the unwinding of the monsters that are unwind to the monsters.

Inside, there are also some magic soldiers who wear the armor. There is no big tree in the middle of the body, and there is a wooden sign that indicates where the road is in front of the road. The above is written in the art of the art: "Front, 48 City "

"The weather is so cold, these Mozi don't need to wear clothes?" The back row of aristocratic opens, breaking the dull atmosphere in the car.

Come along all the way, they have seen too much of the body of too many demon, most of the bodies have not been treated, and the air is filled with a sorrowful smell.

Because of the lack of human hand, most of the devil who died in the war is so stacked together, but when to deal with these demon, no one knows.

Anyway, the soldiers of the army is only responsible for pushing the body to the road, maintaining the smooth flow of the road. As for those dead in the wilderness, or the body in the field, now I still discard in the original place, no one go to pack.

"..." in the sky, a P-51 fighter whizzed. It does not hang a bomb, but it is covered with a spray device under the wing.

In order to prevent outbreak of plague, they have to spray disinfectant to these bodies regularly. Because there is no suitable plane, the P-51 fighter that has been suspended today has been transported to the devil, and has become the equipment of the logistics support force.

"Yeah, it is already so cold." Another noble nodded, some distressed.

In his eyes, these bodies lying on the roadside are all disappeared. As long as these demon works, they can spend too much things after they have money.

These demones have no clothes to wear, how many textiles they want? When these devils fled, even luggage didn't even, how many utensils would they buy?

If you count the radio, count all kinds of household appliances ... this is a huge market that is almost unknown! How much is this?

If you don't give these evils, you only need to give them some eating and daily necessities, you can get almost a free labor, what is the value?

I don't see you, and the human resources in the developed regions of Elan Hill have been expensive. I have established some sweat-sweat in this way, and the pot will be full!

Every time I think of it, this noble is very distressed. The unclear banknotes are lying on the side of the road, and they have been rot and stinking. It is gradually disappearing ...

Of course, if these demon can be tamed.

"Adults, many civilians have no decent clothes, I haven't stopped in winter when I was young." Driving the bodyguards adjusted the steering wheel, staring at the front, explained the employer of the two not eating fireworks in the body.

A person is still wearing a single thin in winter, and the clothes do not shade, and the weather is cold and cold, and the money in the pocket is less than the money ...

The Elf Magic Master has not spoken, he just looked at the "devil" that is no longer fierce. He is also a bodyguard, but the price is still better than driving the driver.

"So, the business is the method of saving this world. You look at you, there is a decent dress, there is a lot of gold coins in your pocket, this is my credit." The businessman said, then I also baked my nose with my hand.

"Yeah." The driver nodded and was very satisfied with yourself to find a good job. He now has a woman, his wife is working in a newly opened car waiting, and a family is very good happy life.

"This death, there is a live!" I have been looking for another nobleman who is looking forward to seeing a living devil, exclaiming loudly.

He saw the wilderness in the distance, a thin devil is like a ghost, squatting on a body, what is torn with force.

The equipment of this devil is a bit better than the numerous bodies that have been cool. His body has a complete dress, but it is still broken.

I have seen countless such dresses in Allah Hill, and the nobles suddenly attributed to the industry.

Just, when a person sees that there are other classifications, they will definitely feel disgusting.

So, this noble felt his breakfast in the stomach. He wanted to shake the windshield breathable, but he was pressed by the companions around him.

It's like thinking to shake the window in the wild zoo, doing the same action here, is definitely not safe.

Moreover, the premise of breathable is that the air outside the car is better - can look at the body of that everywhere, things are obviously not such a thing.

"Why, how is it still?" Press and hold the companion's nobility to ask the two bodyguards in front: "Will it be dangerous?"

At this moment, he had some regrets to come to a slutty of such a bird. Even the big land here has been sold by the Empire, he should not come personally ...

"It should be the fish of the net ..." The elves finally opened, replied with the most professional tone: "There is no threat, if he is approaching, I can handle it alone."

"Don't stop ..." It's hard to steady your mindset, no aristocrats in your breakfast, pale pale ...

Another road sign was smashed by them, and the brand was clearly written: "17 km from the city of No. 48"