Drinking warm rum and down-wrapped blankets, the torch of the fireplace illuminates the face of ximi's face.

This old man who was once glorious did think that he would come to the wasteland again, but he did not expect that he would take such a form. Joan of Arc was also sitting in the small room. Yang Dashuan had just left, his face turned pale.

The season is clearly early summer, but the temperature has dropped sharply, and it feels like winter.

The cold air that spreads from the Holy Capital has spread to the surroundings. A little closer to the Holy Capital, the plants there have been frozen to death, and there are thick layers of ice on it. Just like the ice field in the extreme north, the ice layer that spreads from the Holy Capital is spreading slowly and resolutely to places outside the Holy Capital...

Just now, Lao Yang sent the Griffin Knight Flight Team to conduct a special survey, and the conclusion he came to made him furious.

With a 'bang', the door was knocked open, and there were waves of cold air.

Kximi narrowed her eyes and wanted to carefully see who it was. That person had already walked in.

"The Holy Capital still cannot be opened. In addition to the outer periphery being completely sealed by ice, there is also a magic array inside." Yang Dashuan screamed and sat on the chair. "Old man, are you getting better?"

"Your voice is softer!" Joan of Arc patted Yang Dashuan with a angrily.

Yang Dashuan seemed to remember something and nodded repeatedly.

Ximi seemed to have grown up for decades, and even held up a glass of rum and half full, his hands were trembling. There were too many undeads in the Holy Capital. The president of the Judgment Office, who was famous for his mental power, tried to use the "Great Transfer of Heaven and Earth" to deal with the undeads, but he did not expect to encounter Alsace, but ended up suffering from mental power and almost unable to save his life.

The lifespan of this future Buddha law enforcer is enough to accumulate his mental power to a terrifying state. How could he be able to compete with Heximi?

Unfortunately, although I survived, I became an ordinary old man. I had dizziness, deafness, and all kinds of problems...

"How about there be anything else?" Leren quickly brought a glass of warm ale from the fireplace and handed it to Yang Dashuan. "Are there any survivors?"

Yang Dashuan drained the ale and made him raising his eyebrows. "To be honest, the survivors must not be found. My slave warriors searched all the 100 kilometers of the surrounding area along the Saint, but no one was found. I guess they were almost dead!"

This made several girls sigh.

"Can you get closer? Maybe there will be some survivors!" The Cardinal Mason spoke.

"Just kidding, there are all undead within a hundred kilometers of the Holy Capital. How can you let my slaves get close?" Yang Dashuan touched three feet high, and his saliva sprayed Mason with his head and face. "And I don't know what's going on. These undead are like soldiers guarding and refuse to leave at all."

There are so many undead outside the capital that are unimaginable.

From the ground to the sky, although there were no high-level undead like the Frost Dragon, there were many Boer's undead. From a distance, the Holy One seemed to have been reopened into another world. In addition to the large number of human-shaped undeads, there were also a large number of non-human-shaped undeads, which looked like a skeleton zoo... One head was two big!

It was impossible for his own slave warrior to get close to the capital.

Even if the distance was a little farther, the undead were like flies that smelled the fishy smell and rushed up. This was not good news for Yang Dashuan, because the slave warriors could not get to the Holy Capital at all, let alone to find out what was in the Holy Capital.

"There are no survivors!" Yang Dashuan sighed and kept smacking his lips. "My slave warriors have tried their best!"

The room was filled with sighs for a moment.

"This may not be!"

The sound outside the door interrupted the grief of everyone inside the room, and the door was opened again. Everyone in the room stood up, and several slave warriors leaning in the corner of the wall flipped their eyes at the elves standing outside the door, gritting their teeth.

"Yeah, what gust of wind has blown our Demon Hunter?" Yang Dashuan greeted Xiang Shuai, who was standing outside the door with a sarcastic look. Although he was a dusty guest, he still had no intention of inviting him in.

When she heard Yang Dashuan's sarcastic words, even Xiang Shuai, who had superior education and quality, couldn't help but blush and her neck was thick... She coughed twice to relieve her embarrassment.

"You're from the sky again!" Yang Dashuan sneered, sat back on his seat, and signaled the slaves to rest as he was about to rest. Before the slaves could inform him, the guy suddenly came... "Tell me, what's the matter? What did you mean by what you just now? What is 'This is not necessarily'?"

The Holy Capital had such a big thing, and it spread throughout the entire alliance almost within ten days. Not only the alliance, but even the remote Elf Empire and the Bemon tribe knew about it, and Xiang Shuai came for this matter.

As soon as Yang Dashuan finished speaking, a long horn sound came from outside the house. A fat bear goblin trotted all the way, stopped in front of the house, and said breathlessly: "Master, someone is coming outside! It's a group of behemoths."

Yang Dashuan led a group of slaves out.

The old acquaintance came, and they participated in the 10-year-old Pig priest Blatt. There were also many Bemon warriors accompanying him, all of whom were fat and strong, and they looked like a good player to rob the family.

Under Xiang Shuai's instruction, although Yang Dashuan was a little more than that, he still held an extraordinary meeting in the town hall.

In addition to Xiang Shuai, Blatt and Yang Dashuan as representatives of the three parties, there are also Ximi, the president of the trial, senior presiding judge Govellard, and Cardinal Mason as attendees. The rest are all from Maple Leaf Fortress.

The huge town hall was full of crowds, and he couldn't even put his feet. Originally, Lao Yang only planned to have a secret talk with Xiangshuai and Brat, but Leren was afraid that Yang Dashuan would not reach an agreement with the two of them by then, so he would be broken.

The Holy Capital is now in trouble, and the situation in the entire Hekai Continent is in danger. All we need to do is to unite everyone as much as possible. That is why we have created this situation...

"This is a letter from His Majesty the Queen." Xiang Shuai took out a bamboo tube sealed with fire paint from his pocket, and the bamboo tube was taken over by the slave warrior and transferred to Yang Dashuan. "When I heard that the Holy Capital had a change, His Majesty specially wrote a secret letter to give to the currently surviving leader of the Holy Capital!"

The highest leader of the Saint Capital is nothing more than Pope John, but the Pope has long died in the accident, so now there is only President Ximi, who is the same level as him. However, the old man has become an ordinary old man because of his loss of mental power... After hearing this, Archbishop Mason of the Red Army took the initiative to take the message over, but was slapped twice by a slave nearest and his face was swollen.

The frustrated Mason hid aside and carefully glanced at the person sitting on the round table. Except for the ximi, who was not concerned about the world, the rest of Govelad and Joan of Arc seemed to be standing on this side of the fortress... and the owner of this fortress was the Holy Son.

Although he was preparing to judge him before, as long as the judgment did not begin and the sinners were not established, Yang Dashuan still maintained his identity as a Son - and now, he has become the surviving supreme leader of the Holy Capital!

Although a little aggrieved, Mason still shrank his head consciously.

"Our Majesty also has a letter!" Blatt also took out a letter with a red seal like a large radish seal from his pocket and put it in front of Yang Dashuan. "Old Master Roger, here is a private message from your father Kochis!"

The three letters were neatly placed on the conference table, and everyone's eyes fell on the letter for a moment.

Her Majesty the Queen of the Elf Empire, the King of the Bemon Tribe, and the Dragon Knight Keqis who has always been mysterious and mysterious... The reputation of these three people will make people shake their reputations no matter where they go. But today, they brought a letter to Yang Dashuan. This matter is so unfamiliar!

Yang Dashuan frowned and opened the three letters in turn.

Every time after reading a letter, Yang Dashuan frowned. The three girls sitting behind Yang Dashuan also took the three letters that were opened and read them one by one.
Chapter completed!