Chapter 206

The Dabu flag mentioned by Zhuoma is actually a small settlement of grassland herdsmen in the past. From a large area of deserted bungalows, there are about 400 houses in the whole settlement. According to four people per household, the number of people in the civilized period was between 1500 and 2000.

Standing on the hillside of the downwind, the whole settlement can be seen at a glance. The bleak wind blows through the streets of the settlement, rolling up weeds and circling in the air. It was noon when he arrived at the settlement. This was mainly because Lu Ziming slowed Zhuoma's speed. In Zhuoma's words, Lu Ziming was wandering on horseback and had nothing to do with galloping on horseback.

"Zhuoma, have you been here before?"

"No! Only the capable are allowed to come here, otherwise it will be considered to disturb the peace of the dead!"

Shit, peace has become a zombie. I'm afraid that ordinary people inadvertently break in and make up lies.

"Zhuoma, throw the fresh meat next to the settlement and return immediately no matter what you find or see. Don't love war". Lu Ziming doesn't understand why there is such a small settlement. With the strong strength of the camp, it's like playing to win this small settlement. There must be some unknown reason for its existence for such a long time.

Lu Ziming looked at Zhuoma with envy and mentioned the reins. The war horse rushed out like an arrow from the string. This kind of thing can only be done by Zhuoma. He didn't even dare to think about it.

Zhuoma drove her horse to the intersection of the settlement. There was no sound around except the wind, so she braved a few steps forward and stepped into the settlement. There were no expected zombies and mutated creatures. At this time, Zhuoma had forgotten Lu Ziming's instructions. Curiosity overcame fear and even filled with a heroic heart.

"No! Zhuoma, come back!"

Unfortunately, Zhuoma couldn't hear Lu Ziming's warning. She was observing the settlements with interest, the shop signs hanging on the houses, the sundries scattered on the streets, the abandoned vehicles covered with dust, and the creaking doors. Everything seemed so remote and desolate.

There is no corpse in the street. Even the corpses of zombies and mutant creatures are missing. They only remain on the walls, windowsills and cars... Those dark and blurred marks silently tell what has happened, but they have not seen it with their own eyes. There are only memories in other people's stories.

"Roar!"

A dull roar echoed over the silent street. The dust on the ground and walls shook down, and filled the whole street with the wind.

"Dong, Dong, Dong", more and more clear footsteps, accompanied by the rising dust, each sound is like a drum beating the heart, making people's scalp numb.

With a neighing, the horse stepped back uneasily. Zhuoma on the horse tried to rein in the reins, and some of the horses couldn't control themselves. Zhuoma seemed to hear her heart pounding. She couldn't breathe. She had forgotten to run away.

"Zhuoma, run!"

A hoarse cry woke Zhuoma in panic. The footsteps in the dust had approached him. The war horse under him had a premonition of danger and turned around and ran wildly without command. Zhuoma on the horse didn't even dare to look back at the huge figure walking out of the dust step by step.

Lu Ziming hugged the horse's neck, desperately urged the horse to move forward, and kept shouting Zhuoma's name in his mouth.

"Minotaur", Lu Ziming, riding on a war horse, saw a zombie with two horns for the first time. The zombie slowly came out of the dust. There were a pair of soaring horns on his head. An ugly face bent forward. His tall body was covered with dark gray long hair. His straight body was like a standing bull. From time to time, a white smell came out of his nostrils "Hum" a heavy gasp.

The Minotaur dragged a bone of unknown animal in his hand, rubbing the ground and making a sour "Chi Chi" sound.

"Zhuoma, come here, come to me!"

Lu Ziming waved a steel knife sadly. Zhuoma found only a rusty sword in the whole camp. He didn't know when he would have his own sword.

Zhuoma ran to Lu Ziming in shock: "Lu! What kind of monster is this?"

"I don't know. It's called a Minotaur. Listen to me, this Minotaur is not fast, but it has great power. Use your speed advantage to entangle it. Don't fight with him. Remember what I told you, we're here to practice combat experience today. This Minotaur is not strong. You may not be able to kill it temporarily, but you can get valuable combat experience from it Check. "

"Can I?" Zhuoma said with no confidence.

"You can. Everyone has the first time. If you can't overcome the fear in your heart, you can't face the Minotaur. Don't you want to be a warrior? Fight!"

Minotaur's strength should have reached level 4. Maybe it's because some gene fusion has taken place in the body. While the strength has increased, the speed has not increased significantly.

Zhuoma can't kill the Minotaur with her current strength, but it's not easy for the Minotaur to kill the flexible Zhuoma. The key depends on Zhuoma's psychological quality. There's no time for Zhuoma to come step by step. Practical experience is Zhuoma's weakness. Even if Zhuoma practiced stabbing sword style a million times, no actual combat effect is good.

The real combat skills are trained from the dead. The flowers in the greenhouse can never withstand the wind and rain. Fortunately, Zhuoma has killed cattle and sheep, which is similar to Lu Ziming. Next, it depends on Zhuoma's mental endurance.

Lu Ziming is gambling, and Zhuoma is also gambling with her life. After a short panic, Zhuoma quickly calmed down and approached the Minotaur step by step.

"Remember! Don't let the Minotaur haunt you!"

If the Minotaur can understand Lu Ziming, it is estimated that it will be depressed to death. Just fight and run out for an off-site guidance. Isn't this bullying "non-human"?

Of course, if Minotaur is human, it will protest.

The Minotaur didn't give Zhuoma a chance to get close to herself. He waved his bones and swept towards Zhuoma.

"Jump up, don't fight it!"

Zhuoma couldn't get close to the Minotaur at all, and couldn't use his only stabbing sword. She couldn't do anything except dodge. She was sweating.

"Steady! Run! It's not as fast as you!"

Zhuoma blushed. She didn't know whether she was nervous or afraid. At this time, she couldn't care about anything. Maybe this way of raising insects is not suitable for everyone.

Lu Ziming can only work in a hurry at this time. If he goes up to help, not only will Zhuoma be abandoned, but he will no longer be able to summon up the courage to face the monster, and he may not be able to leave the grassland. He is selfish.