Chapter 208

With Zhuoma's sword stabbing down, the Minotaur burst out his survival instinct. His tall body suddenly moved, wildly waved his arms, shook and fell down, and stood up again. Zhuoma, who could not avoid in the future, flew out.

The Minotaur's madness didn't last long. Zhuoma's last sword was the end of the oar. Neither of them thought that electricity would have such a great response to the Minotaur, which made the Minotaur lose three seconds of response time, even 0 on the real battlefield. A second's absence is also fatal.

Zhuoma was paralyzed on the grass, with blood lying on her mouth. She forced her weak arm to giggle, "road! Cough... I'm ok.".

"MAG XX, I was scared to death. I thought you were dead. What are you doing standing there and expecting the Minotaur to kneel down and beg for mercy?" Lu Ziming stretched out his hand and wanted to pat him, but found that Zhuoma couldn't find a place to start.

"Lu! Tell me about the first time you killed a zombie. Is it like me?"

"Shit, you're not proud. The first time I saw such a big monster, I'm afraid I'll pee in my crotch. I'll still be with you now."

Lu Ziming is telling the truth. If zombies were half as powerful as they are now when the virus broke out, it is estimated that human beings on earth would have been extinct long ago. It's human's turn to fight back. Dream.

"In fact, I didn't think I could kill the Minotaur. In the end, I was stunned. The Minotaur's hands scratched in front of me. My mind was blank and I couldn't hear any sound. I thought I was dead. Cough..."

"Speak slowly and see if I'm hurt. If I'm disabled, my investment will be lost," Lu Ziming said carelessly.

"How can I? This injury is nothing. Shh... My hand seems numb!"

"Shit! It's dislocated. I'll connect it for you."

"Lu! Are you still a doctor?"

"Fart doctor, this kind of thing happens every day. It's not uncommon that you've seen so many!" he said the truth. He fought closely with zombies. There were few dislocated and dislocated people every day. He was embarrassed to say that he went to the battlefield to fight with zombies.

"Lu! Next, shall we introduce some more mutant creatures?"

"Forget it, can you still fight like this? The actual combat experience is not accumulated like you. Go back and think about the process of fighting with Minotaur today. What's wrong and what needs to be improved should be considered clearly. There may not be such a good opportunity at one time."

Today is a Minotaur. Although it has great power, it is clumsy. If it were replaced by a sensitive mutant creature, I'm afraid Zhuoma would die.

Lu Ziming helped Zhuoma face the bone and said, "take a rest here. I'll dig out the crystals in the Minotaur's body, and then we'll go back.".

"Lu! Let me help you."

Lu Ziming smiled. Zhuoma couldn't see this caution. "Well, as long as you don't spit out, just stand by and watch.".

The Minotaur's skull has been seriously deformed. The protruding jaw and forehead form a slope, much like a horse's face. A few sword Qi split on the Minotaur's cheek, and there are no scars. It can be seen that the skull is unusually hard.

No matter how hard the skull is, it can't stand knocking. The Minotaur's bone weapon has become the best axe. With a "click", the hard skull burst, and a smell of fishy gas came to the face. The gray black brain fluid splashed everywhere. The green lawn was mixed with a fishy smell, which made people sick. The liquid in the stomach gushed up with the esophagus and opened his mouth, A mouthful of rotten and sour mucus ejected from her mouth. Zhuoma covered her mouth, endured her trembling legs and squeezed out a smile worse than crying.

Lu Ziming rummaged through the thick brain fluid and saw too many disgusting scenes. The nerves have been extremely thick. In his eyes, these have become synonymous with fermented proteins. Seeing anything will not stimulate the nerves of the brain. Without the effect of conditioned reflex, there will be no disgusting behavior.

A white crystal the size of a quail's egg was found. He said to himself, "I didn't expect that these crystals have not evolved. I'm afraid the problem of energy is difficult to solve?"

"Lu, what are you looking for?" Zhuoma didn't stop when she found Lu Ziming's crystal. Instead, she took out a dagger and cut a long wound on the Minotaur's back. She put her hand into the wound to look for something.

"Wait a minute, I found it!" Lu Ziming pulled out a white and bloody meat strip from the wound, washed it with the water in the leather bag, put it in the heart of his hand, walked to Zhuoma and said, "this is the fortified meat in the zombie, which can improve human physique. You eat it." this fortified meat weighs 10 grams. Giving it to Zhuoma makes him feel meat pain, But there is no way. Only by making Zhuoma stronger can he leave the grassland.

"Can you eat this?" Zhuoma looked at the sour white meat suspiciously. If she didn't believe Lu Ziming wouldn't hurt herself, I'm afraid she wouldn't believe that there was something to eat in the zombie.

"I hate to give it to you, but you need it more than I do. Eat!"

Like most people who eat fortified meat for the first time, Zhuoma swallowed it raw with her eyes closed, as if she were eating the most disgusting thing in the world.

"1 gram of fortified meat is equivalent to eating 10 kilograms of dark meat. Your physique has reached the second-order peak state and will break through the third-order at any time. Now you don't have much energy in your body. You have to keep it for the warrior trial. That's all for the actual training. Take a day off tomorrow and keep your spirit to participate in the trial..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped and found a problem he had not considered before.

For a long time, I have been pursuing the belief of supporting the war by fighting, constantly killing monsters, constantly upgrading, then killing monsters and upgrading, so as to make myself stronger and stronger. However, after I learned the sword technique, an unavoidable problem appeared. The energy used to kill monsters is inversely proportional to the energy obtained. The more I kill, the less energy I get.

There are at most 10 units of energy in the body of a fourth order Zombie creature, and it takes at least 80 units of energy to kill him, which means that without a fourth order Zombie creature, you will lose 70 units of energy. Isn't it beyond your means?

In the end, what is the problem? Is it your wrong understanding or your unskilled sword technique that causes the loss of energy? Otherwise, why.

If this kind of loss making business continues, isn't it not worth the loss to practice swordsmanship? In the end, it's better to use noumenon power. I don't know whether other super powers feel the same as themselves. If so, what's the use of superpowers? If not, is there a problem with yourself?