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"Ah ... my hand!"

Heihe vomited blood with a big mouth, and then mourned with a mouthful of grief. His ten fingers were connected to his heart.

Long Wei started more powerfully, and when he got close, he kicked him physically.

Horrified, these two emotions of despair shrouded the dark chest.

"boom!"

The black cormorant knelt directly, and did not dare to be cautious any more, and seriously explained the true condition of the cannon fodder camp.

Originally more than two hundred cannon fodder in the temple, all of them committed heinous felonies, which is simply death, and some crimes, Qin Sheng sounded gritted teeth, can't wait to slap them to death.

"The Dayan Dynasty let you be cannon fodder, it is already very kind!" Qin Sheng sneered.

With the change of the magic dragon wasteland becoming more and more outrageous, the thinned out forbidden land, the jedi became more and more terrible. There were less than fifty people who had more than two hundred cannon fodder.

It was only three months, and most of them had died. The death rate was many times higher than that of Tianbao.

However, if they were allowed to choose again, this group of death rowers would definitely choose to serve as cannon fodder, because in the prison, there is no darkness, and the days are like years, extremely painful and desperate.

Rather than joining the cannon fodder battalion, as long as enough soldiers are accumulated, there will be a moment of freedom.

Only when freedom is lost can one feel how precious freedom is.

Qin Sheng's face was cold and stern, and he looked deeply at the black crickets, as well as the death row of prisoners who were lying on the ground. All the cannon fodder lowered his head and did not dare to face Qin Sheng.

"Although the fierce dragon wasteland is dangerous, your cannon fodder has died so much in such a short period of time, haven't you lost a lot of black hands?"

Heiyu and others heard a sudden shock in his body, especially the heiyu. He looked up at Qin Sheng in horror.

Is this Qin Sheng still human?

It's terrible. I want to know so much between the electric light and flint. Qin Sheng was right. In just three months, more than 200 cannon fodder died and more than 200 people died.

These are all death row prisoners in the most terrible places of God, and many death row prisoners don't know how many years they have lived, ranging from decades to hundreds of years.

Good people don't live long, but bad people can live for thousands of years. How can these dead prisoners, one of them being sly, be a cannon fodder safely, even in the real Nine Dead Jedi, they have all kinds of incredible means of life.

Therefore, in such a short period of time, so many cannon foes have died, the only possibility is that they played black hands with each other to **** military achievements!

Don't forget, as long as you accumulate enough military workers, you can change from a death row prisoner to a sentence of imprisonment, greatly reduce the time limit for serving a sentence, and even directly regain freedom.

Black gnashing his teeth and flipping his hands, carefully opened a roll of sheepskin from the ring, and handed it to Qin Sheng respectfully.

"Master, this is a map that we have spent a lot of energy and died to depict a lot of 'brothers.'" Heiyu was not jealous when he spoke. He was clearly a competitor. He turned his back on each other and turned into a beautiful brother .

Upon hearing that, Qin Sheng's eyes brightened. He took the sheepskin roll and looked seriously.

This map is very rough, and many parts of the Devil's Wasteland are not depicted. There are dense marks on it, and several of them have red marks.

"The magic dragon wasteland has changed too much, maybe the restriction of that year has loosened ..."

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