We monsters don't want to die

Only a few machines were active.

There are a lot of undead piled up on the left and right sides of the direction in which the bug car is moving.

There are special personnel who are handling the bodies of those undead warriors with a trailer.

Transport them to the factory for incineration.

And on the city walls.

Wu Di saw a huge picture.

His own portrait, the top is in the form of a black dragon, and the bottom is in the form of an elf.

That feeling is like the statues of leaders erected in Germany and Italy at that time.

And at the platform, the melody was played in an instant, very similar to the song "Soviet March" in Red Alert.

Then a group marched in procession, eventually chanting:

"Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!"

shit...

Wu Di didn't know how many times he said I was stupid, but after coming to the current Stromgarde.

Wu Di is basically the whole process, from beginning to end.

The streets are very clean, apart from the occasional dilapidated buildings, it is hard to imagine that this place has ever been attacked by the Scourge of the Undead.

He was quickly brought to the vicinity of the lord's hall.

The Lord's Hall is vacant and not used.

There are only supplies piled up at the door, and there are teams of people queuing up to receive supplies.

Obviously, Stromgarde is now implementing an economic strategy of wartime distribution.

There are signs everywhere on the street:

[As long as you work hard, you will have a future! 】

【Everything is for Lord Wu Di!For the Holy Light! 】

[Holy light guides us forward! 】

[All undead warriors are scum! 】

There are even posters.

The crowd with clenched fists was beating the undead warriors violently.

At the top, where the sun should have been, Wu Di's lizard face gave them a thumbs up.

Grass!

Wu Di said another hasty sentence in his heart.

As they continued to move forward, Wu Di found that the portrait that appeared the most was his own portrait.

There are elf-like ones and dragon-like ones.

Who the hell knows why they draw so much alike?

Finally came to a food shop, Wu Di remembered that he saved Uther here.

The door reads:

【Dream, the place where it begins】

Grass!

Wu Di couldn't help but sloppy again.

But it's no longer a grocery store.It's an office.

There is a sign next to it:

【The Headquarters of the Knights of the Silver Hand】

From the window, one can be seen sitting inside.

Uther.

But now Uther didn't look up, he was burying his head in processing the documents.

Wu Di walked over directly, and a guard pushed open the door.

Then Uther raised his head when he heard the voice.

When he saw the face of Lord Wu Di.

Tears flowed out.

Grass!

Wu Di thought like this.

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"So that's why you gathered the refugees, and then continued to grow the Knights of the Silver Hand, with Stromgarde as the core, and constantly cleaned up the undead in the surrounding cities."

Wu Di sat on a chair and nodded after listening to Uther's narration.

It has to be said that Uther is still very capable.

In such a predicament, he can still lead the Knights of the Silver Hand to continue to grow.

At the same time, it brought hope of life to other refugees.

Sheltered them and kept cleaning up the remaining undead.

"That's right, it's all Lord Wu Di. Your power guides me. Without your power, I'm afraid I would have died long ago."

Looking at Uther in front of him, he has a dio-like face, that thick, bright and dark facial lines.

Forget it, forget it, stop complaining...

(Ah, there will be 90W words soon, and in four days, it will be 100W words. If you don’t have a full order, please give me a full order.)