End Times Dust Light

  For Zhuoma's jumping thinking, Lu Ziming smiled, but he thought about his current situation in his heart.

Seeing Zhuo Ma leaping up the hillside quickly and disappearing behind the hillside, his heart seemed to be touched by something. He suddenly looked back at the cows and sheep who were grazing down the hill. A cold air rose from behind to the top of his head, and his hands and feet were cold. .

  I finally knew why Sanal ignored the existence of this superhuman being. He didn't believe that Sanal had not doubted his identity. What even Zhuoma could see, naturally could not hide from other people's eyes.

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

He doesn’t know if the herders have discovered the existence of fortified meat, or whether the meat quality of dark creatures also has the effect of fortified meat. A herder who lives with cattle and sheep all day long has a physical fitness that surpasses ordinary people, even if they are not superhumans. , But the strength of the body itself cannot be underestimated.

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

From the outbreak of the virus to the present, herders have eaten a large amount of dark creatures' cattle and sheep every day. Every 1000 grams of dark creatures is equivalent to 1 gram of fortified meat. If you make no mistakes in your calculations, the herders consume about 3 grams of fortified meat every day, two days a day. Maybe there is nothing, over time, the physical fitness has changed significantly, Zhuoma can reach the second-order peak power, what about the others?

  He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Every herdsman in the entire camp was a fortified person. Some of the physiques may have reached the third level or above, so naturally he would not put himself in the eyes.

Inherent thinking restricts himself, and also restricts Sanal and others. In their eyes, he may be an ordinary person and may not have a relationship with superhumans. Zhuoma asked whether he was a superhuman, and whether he was a superhuman It is the strengthening people who don't care, but they have misunderstood Zhuoma's meaning.

  Looking at the herdsmen going back and forth in the camp, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and a seemingly absurd idea flashed. The herders living scattered on the grasslands suffered the least loss of population after the outbreak of the virus. Once they become stronger, will they ride their war horses and wield their swords to the south as they did in ancient times?

  The herdsmen are full of wildness from the bottom of their bones, and their strong desire to conquer has not diminished in a day. Zhuoma's dominance is proof of doing well.

  The threat of nomads disappeared only when hot weapons came on the stage of history. However, after the outbreak of the virus, the effects of hot weapons became weaker and weaker, with the exception of nuclear weapons of course.

I can’t imagine that after these herders eat a large number of dark creatures every day, and their physical fitness reaches the equilibrium point of the threat of hot weapons, when the evolved warhorses have surpassed the mechanized legion in terms of speed and adaptability, would they not plan for their own living space? NS?

   After losing his mind, he smiled sorrowfully. He was utterly worrying. He couldn't worry about the things in front of him, and he was still in the mood to think about herdsmen's ass. Isn't it enough to support you before you have enough?

  This may be a sequelae of my own remaining in a closed space. I think about even the most big things, just to kill those empty and lonely time.

  Want to understand the connection, he stood up, patted the weeds stuck on his body, and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun. At this time, huge fires lit up on the grass outside the camp, illuminating a small part of the night sky. The Xiahu Festival that Zhuoma said will start tonight and will last for a week. Maybe a week later, he will leave here and he needs to recover from his injuries as soon as possible.

  His existence in the camp is an alien. No one pays attention to him, and no one talks to him, as if he was a passerby. After a quick glance, he seemed to see nothing.

  No one came to drive him, no one pulled him to drink and chat, and no one pulled him around the fire to sing and dance. The herder in charge of grilling cattle and sheep only glanced at him, and after passing a large plate of mutton, he ignored him.

Uninterested, he walked to a cart with a large plate of roasted lamb, jumped on the cart covered with grass, and looked up at the stars in the sky, listening to the sound of matouqin and the sound from the camp. Cheerful laughter.

The dark night enveloped the entire camp, and the little bonfires shone like the stars in the sky. At this moment, everyone has forgotten their troubles and pains. This is a sea of ​​laughter and a paradise of happiness. Lu Ziming is also infected by singing and laughter. The sturdy herdsmen danced ancient dances, and the women in beautiful costumes danced around the fire. This moment made him a little lost.

   "Did you fall in love with that girl? You can participate in their dance. If that girl invites you, you don't need to sleep in the open air."

He glanced at Zhuoma who was climbing on the cart. Is this guy in the breeding period, or a youthful commotion, he doesn't even have a decent dress in his crotch, and he misses women all day, and he doesn't know which woman can look at. Get on him.

   "Why don't you go, I'm just a passerby, so don't think about 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!" Zhuo Ma disdainfully said: "Don't look at how old you are than me. When it comes to girls on the grassland, you are inferior to me...".

  Lu Ziming has been too lazy to continue discussing this issue with him. There is a hint of the toad wanting to eat swan meat. In the camp, only Zhuoma talks to herself, and she is considering letting him teach herself horse riding.

Zhuoma continued: "Remember what I asked you about the able? Worship the strong on the grassland. If you are the able, you can participate in the warrior meeting to be held seven days later. The victor can not only enter the holy mountain to find the holy sword, You can also get the most beautiful women on the grassland. The camps around will send the strongest warriors to participate. 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 of Mongolia, came to the Ornan River at the most difficult time. He prayed to Changshengtian on the top of the mountain for seven days and seven nights. Changshengtian used the blood clots from Genghis Khan's birth to create a sword of the king. Later, Genghis Khan really After the death of Genghis Khan, this sword was passed to Meng Ge. After Meng Ge passed away, Kublai and Ali Buk were vying for the position of sweat, and this sword was missing. Some people say that this sword is Hidden in the sacred mountain Saiying Mountain, only the strongest warrior can be recognized by this sword, inherit Genghis Khan’s dream, and unify the entire Mongolian grassland."