The whole gathering place was filled with mourning, and several captives in the distance were ready to insult a woman in the cold and snow, and they were not afraid of their lives being frozen.

In front of him, a captor walked towards the igloo where Zhao Guoqing and the others were, and the sled dog in front of the door immediately barked when he saw the other party approaching.

This apparently angered the captors, who picked up their guns and prepared to shoot at the sled dogs.

The sled dogs are not only his most loyal friends, but also his lifeblood, and since the death of his son at the hands of these captors, he has survived entirely in the company of these sled dogs.

If it weren't for the sled dog, Kadharmaka would have followed his son a long time ago.

Seeing that the captor was about to kill his sled dog, Kadharmaka did not hesitate, and rushed out of the igloo with an arrow, and a dagger already held in his hand stabbed the captor.

The captives were usually used to being domineering, and they never thought that anyone would resist, so they had no defense.

Seeing the figure rushing over, the captor's eyes even flashed with a hint of disdainful ridicule, thinking that Kadharmaka was just trying to stop him from hunting dogs.

"Smack." Shots rang out, but only on the ice, less than a foot in front of the sled dogs.

Almost at the same time as the captor pulled the trigger, Kadharma's dagger had already stabbed the opponent in the body.

"Ugh." Zhao Guoqing sighed lightly, now it is impossible for them to sit idly by and ignore it anymore.

Immediately following behind Kadharmaka, Zhao Guoqing and the five people chased out, and when the gunshots rang out, the five of them had already hidden in different directions, and none of the busy captives noticed them at all, but were attracted by the gunshots.

Purely instinctively, Kadharma's hand moved mechanically, and in the blink of an eye, it had already stabbed the captor a dozen times.

Blood stained the white ice.

The other captors had been waiting to see the joke, but when they found out that their companions had been killed, they immediately came to their senses and surrounded Kadhama as fast as they could.

Kadharma had killed a captive, and he was already red-eyed, especially after being surrounded by so many captives, he never thought that he would be alive. He pounced on him like a mad beast, with only one thought in his mind, kill!

Avenge the death of your son, and avenge your fellow citizens who died at the hands of their captives.

"Smack!" The body that Ka Dharma had just pounced on flew back upside down.

Kadama is one size smaller than a tank, but he is at least 1.9 meters tall, and his body is as strong as a polar bear, and his strength is even greater.

In the case of Kadharma Ka pounced with all his might, the power that burst out was absolutely amazing.

However, he was thrown back, and the guy who put him down was only 1.8 meters tall, and his body was even thinner than Kadharma.

It's such a person, and he easily threw Kadharma out.

This is the difference between an ordinary person and a fighter.

The Arctic Captives are a group of bandits, but they are also highly trained soldiers who can fight far more than ordinary people.

Especially the guy who threw Kadama out, his eyes were shining, and his momentum was a cut above the other captors, and he was obviously the commander of this captive, a captain-level figure.

"Old soulless old thing, do you know what stupid thing you've done?" The captor said as he walked towards Kadharma as he walked towards it.

Ka Dharma was thrown by the seven meat and eight vegetarians, and no matter who came to him, he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it.

"Smack." The man easily snatched the dagger from Kadharma's hand and kicked him to the ground.

"Damn old thing, since I, George, joined the Arctic captives, especially since I became captain, no one has ever died, not even been injured, but you ......" George said coldly, his face becoming more and more ugly, and his eyes were full of murderous staring at Kadharmaka, his eyes like knives about to cut him into pieces. Do you know what that means, old fellow, that you're going to kill one of my brothers today? ”

"Phew." Kadharma spat out.

George couldn't dodge for a while, and he was spit on his face, and his face became even more gloomy for a while.

"Good, good! I'm going to let you die a miserable death, old fellow! George reached out to wipe the spit from his face, but instead of making a move to the dogs, he turned his head to look at the sled dogs, and said in a low voice, "These dogs are fat, and I happen to be hungry." Come on, kill all these dogs for me, I want to eat a good dog meat hot pot to drive away the cold in my body! ”

"Yes!" The other captives screamed excitedly, apparently knowing that the dogs had done it, and had deliberately slaughtered the dogs in front of him.

I saw two long, fierce men walking towards the sled dog, holding a grim saber in their hands, and bursts of chilling laughter from their mouths.

The sled dogs barked loudly, but their steps slowly retreated, and they felt the strong murderous aura on the two of them.

"Soul light, stop!" Katama struggled to get up from the ground and tried to rush over to stop it, but George kicked him to the ground, followed by two captors who were crushed to the ice.

"Don't worry, old fellow, I'll divide the meat when it's cooked! Haha......" George let out a smug laugh.

Everyone else in the gathering was looking at this, everyone with resentment in their eyes, but they couldn't do anything else.

They are just a group of ordinary people, and they still have to survive in this land, and if they offend these evil spirits, they will be destroyed.

Who can help us?

People don't know what to do but pray.

After all, he was a trained man, and one of the guys with a saber in his hand reached out and pressed a sled dog to the ground, and then the saber in his hand was raised and stabbed at the throat of the sled dog.

"Poof." A little cold light flashed, and before the captor could see what it was, his throat was pierced.

A flash of cold light followed, and another captor close to the sled dog fell to the same fate, his throat pierced by a throwing knife, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the wound.

They would not be able to die for a while with such an injury, but they also knew that it was absolutely hopeless to suffer such a life in this environment, and their eyes were full of fear before death came, and at the same time they saw a woman standing not far from them, and it was she who took their lives like a god of death.

George's smile froze on his face, he had said that no one who had followed him had died since joining the Arctic captors, but just now there had been three deaths in a row.