Chapter 201

For Zhuoma's jumping thinking, Lu Ziming smiled slowly, but what he thought was his current situation.

Watching Zhuoma jump up the hillside and disappear behind the hillside, he seemed to be touched by something. He suddenly turned back and looked at the cattle and sheep eating grass at the foot of the mountain. A cold air rose from behind to the top of his head, and his hands and feet were cold.

He finally knew why sanar ignored the existence of his superman. He didn't believe that sanar didn't doubt his identity. What even Zhuoma could see could not be concealed from other people's eyes.

Looking at thousands of huge cattle and sheep on the hillside, he suddenly understood that it was not that they didn't notice, but that they simply ignored their own existence.

He doesn't know whether the herdsmen have found the existence of fortified meat, or whether the meat quality of dark creatures also has the effect of strengthening meat. The physical quality of a herdsman who lives with cattle and sheep all day has long exceeded that of ordinary people. Even if he is not a superman, his own strength can't be underestimated.

From the speed and flexibility of Zhuoma's jump just now, it can be seen that Zhuoma's physique has reached the peak of the second-order strong, which was hard to imagine before.

From the outbreak of the virus to the present, herdsmen eat a large number of cattle and sheep of Diablo every day. Every 1000 grams of Diablo is equivalent to 1 gram of fortified meat. If their calculation is not wrong, herdsmen eat about 3 grams of fortified meat every day. There may be nothing a day or two. Over time, their physical quality has changed significantly, and Zhuoma can reach the second-order peak, What about the others?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Every herdsman in the whole camp is a fortifier. Some of his physique may have reached more than level 3. Naturally, he won't pay attention to himself.

The inherent thinking limits themselves, as well as sanar and others. In their eyes, they may be an ordinary person and may not have anything to do with Superman. Zhuoma asks whether he is a superman, but doesn't care about whether he is a strengthened person. Instead, he misunderstood Zhuoma's meaning.

Looking at the herdsmen shuttling back and forth in the camp, he suddenly had a bad hunch in his heart. A seemingly absurd idea flashed through. After the outbreak of the virus, the herdsmen who live scattered on the grassland have the least population loss. Once they become strong, will they ride on war horses and wave their swords south like in ancient times.

Herdsmen are full of wildness from the bottom of their bones, and their strong desire to conquer has not diminished all day. Zhuoma's hegemony is a good evidence.

The threat of nomads disappeared only when hot weapons were on the stage of history. However, after the outbreak of the virus, the effect of hot weapons became weaker and weaker, except for nuclear weapons.

I can't imagine that these herdsmen eat a large number of dark creatures every day. After their physical strength reaches the balance point of the threat of hot weapons, when the evolved war horses surpass the mechanized Legion in terms of speed and adaptability, won't they plan for their own living space?

Suddenly lost his mind, he smiled. He was worrying about things in front of him. He was still in the mood to think about the shit of herdsmen. Didn't he support it before he was full?

This may be the sequelae left in the closed space. It's very complicated to think about big things, just to kill those empty and lonely time.

To understand the connection, he stood up, patted down the weeds stuck to his body and looked at the afterglow of the sunset. At this time, huge fires were lit on the grass outside the camp, illuminating a small part of the night sky. The summer Lake festival in Zhuoma's mouth will last for a week from tonight. Maybe he will leave here in a week. He needs to recover as soon as possible.

His own existence in the camp is a different kind. No one pays attention to him or talks to him. He seems to be a passer-by. After a quick glance, he seems to see nothing.

No one came to drive him away, no one pulled him to drink and chat, and no one pulled him to sing and dance around the fire. The herdsman in charge of barbecue cattle and sheep only looked at him and handed him a large plate of mutton.

Insipid, he walked to a board car with a large plate of roasted mutton, jumped on the board car covered with grass, looked up at the stars in the sky, and listened to the sound of horse head Qin and happy laughter from the camp.

The night shrouded the whole camp, and the little bonfires shone like stars in the sky. At this moment, everyone forgot their troubles and pain. This is an ocean of laughter and a paradise for happiness. Lu Ziming was also infected by songs and laughter. Those robust herdsmen danced ancient dances, and those women in beautiful clothes danced around the fire. At this moment, he was a little distracted.

"Do you like that girl? You can join their dance. If that girl invites you, you don't have to sleep in the open air."

He glanced at Zhuoma, who was climbing on the scooter. Is this guy in the breeding period or the turmoil of youth? He doesn't even have a decent dress in his crotch. He still thinks about women all day, and he doesn't know which woman can see him.

"Why don't you go? I'm just a passer-by. Don't make up your mind on me?"

"Do you know what kind of men those girls like?"

"I don't know what kind of men they like, but I know what kind of men they hate."

"Forget it!" Zhuoma disdained, "don't look how many years older you are than me. When it comes to girls on the grassland, you are not as good as me...".

Lu Ziming is too lazy to continue to discuss this issue with him. It means that a toad wants to eat swan meat. Only Zhuoma speaks to herself in the camp. She is considering asking him to teach her how to ride a horse.

Zhuoma continued: "remember what I asked you about the capable? The strong are worshipped on the grassland. If you are capable, you can participate in the warrior conference held seven days later. The winner can not only enter the holy mountain to find the holy sword, but also get the favor of the most beautiful women on the grassland. The strongest warriors are sent to the surrounding camps. You don't want to try.".

"Holy sword! Is it a legend?" the holy sword suddenly aroused Lu Ziming's interest in conversation.

"It is said that Genghis Khan, the greatest Khan in Mongolia, came to the mediation River in the most difficult time and prayed to Changsheng for seven days and seven nights on the top of the mountain. Changsheng made a king's sword with Genghis Khan's blood clot when he was born. Later, Genghis Khan really unified Mongolia. After Genghis Khan died, the sword was passed to mengge. After mengge died, Kublai Khan and Ali did not agree In order to compete for the Khan position, the sword disappeared. Some people say that the sword is hidden in the holy mountain saiying mountain. Only the strongest warrior can be recognized by the sword, inherit Genghis Khan's dream and unify the whole Mongolian grassland. "