End Times Dust Light

The Dabu flag mentioned by Zhuoma is actually a small settlement in the past by herdsmen on the grassland. Judging from a large area of ​​deserted bungalows, there are about 400 houses in the entire settlement. According to the calculation of four people per household, the number of people in the civilization period was 1500. Between people and 2000 people.

  Standing on the hillside at the downwind vent, the entire settlement has a clear view. The bleak wind blew through the streets of the settlement, rolling up weeds and hovering in the air. It was noon when we 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 he couldn't get close to the galloping horse.

   "Dolma, have you been here before?"

   "No! Only those who are able are allowed to come here, otherwise they will be considered to disturb the peace of the deceased!"

  The **** and tranquility have all become zombies. It is estimated that they are worried about ordinary people inadvertently breaking in and making up nonsense.

"Dolma, throw the fresh meat next to the settlement, no matter what you find or see, return immediately, don’t fall in love with it." Lu Ziming couldn’t understand why such a small settlement still existed. With the strong strength of the camp, he took it. This small settlement is like a play, there must be some unknown reason for being able to exist for such a long time.

  Lu Ziming looked at Zhuoma enviously and lifted the reins, the horse galloping out like an arrow from the string, this kind of thing can only be done by Zhuoma, he can't even think about it.

   Zhuo Ma rushed to the intersection of the settlement. Apart from the sound of the wind, he couldn't hear any noise, so he boldly took a few steps forward and stepped into the settlement. Unexpected zombies and mutant creatures appeared. At this time, Zhuoma had forgotten Lu Ziming's words in his head, curiosity defeated fear, and a heroic heart surged.

   "Not good! Dolma come back soon!"

It's a pity that Zhuoma couldn't hear Lu Ziming's warning, and was watching the settlements with interest, the shop signs hanging on the houses, the debris scattered on the streets, the vehicles that had been scrapped and covered with dust, and squeaky yeah. With the rattling door, everything seemed so remote and desolate.

No corpse can be seen on the street, even the corpses of zombies and mutant creatures are missing, only left on the walls, window sills, cars..., those dark and fuzzy marks, silently narrating what happened. , But I haven't seen it with my own eyes, only the memory of other people's narration.

"Roar!"

   A dull low roar echoed over the silent street, and the dust on the ground and walls shattered and filled the whole street with the wind.

  "Boom, boom, boom", the sound of footsteps becoming clearer and clearer, accompanied by the rising dust, every sound is like a drum beat on the heart, making the scalp numb.

  The horse neighed, and "Tata" stepped back uncomfortably. Dolma immediately strangled the reins, some of which could not control the horses under him. Zhuoma seemed to hear his heart beating "pounding" wildly, and couldn't breathe nervously. He had already forgotten to escape.

   "Dolma, run!"

A hoarse cry awakened Zhuoma in panic. The sound of footsteps in the dust had already approached him. The horse underneath him foreseeed that danger was coming. He turned around and ran wildly without observing the command. Zhuoma immediately didn't even dare to look back and look at him. A huge figure stepping out of the dust.

  Lu Ziming hugged the war horse by the neck, desperately urging the war horse forward, and kept calling Zhuoma's name in his mouth.

"Minotaur", Lu Ziming, riding on a war horse, saw for the first time a zombie with two horns, a zombie slowly walking out of the dust, with a pair of soaring horns on top of his head, and an ugly face curved. Protruding forward, the tall body is covered with dark gray long hair, and the upright body is like a standing bull, with a white smell coming out of the nostrils from time to time, making a heavy gasp of "hum".

  The Minotaur was dragging a bone of an unknown animal in his hand, rubbing the ground, and making a sour sound.

   "Dolma, come here, come to me!"

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

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

"I don't know, just call it the Minotaur. Listen to me, this Minotaur is not fast, but it has a lot of power. Use your speed advantage to entangle it, don't fight him. Remember I told you. Those words, we are here to exercise actual combat experience. This minotaur is not strong. You may not be able to kill it temporarily, but you can get valuable combat experience from it."

   "Can I?" Zhuo Ma said without confidence.

   "You can, everyone has the first time. If you can't overcome the fear in your heart, you can't face this minotaur. Don't you want to be a warrior? Go and fight!"

  The strength of the Minotaur should have reached Tier 4, perhaps because of some kind of genetic fusion in the body, and while the strength has increased, the speed has not improved significantly.

  With Zhuoma’s current strength, the minotaur can’t be killed, but it’s not easy for the minotaur to kill the agile Zhuoma. The key depends on Zhuoma’s psychological quality. There is no time for Zhuoma to come over step by step. Actual combat experience is Zhuoma's shortcoming. Even if Zhuoma practiced the stabbing sword a million times, no actual combat effect was good.

The real combat skills are all trained from the dead. The flowers in the greenhouse can never experience wind and rain, but fortunately Zhuo Ma usually kills cattle and sheep. This is similar to Lu Ziming. Next, we will look at Zhuo Ma. I can bear it in my heart.

  Lu Ziming was betting, Zhuo Ma was also using his life to bet. After a brief panic, Zhuo Ma quickly calmed down and approached the Minotaur trembling step by step.

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

  If the Minotaur could understand Lu Ziming, he would probably be depressed to death. Just hit it, and run out to an off-court guide. Isn’t this bullying the “non-human”?

  Of course, if the Minotaur is a human being, it will definitely protest.

  The Minotaur didn't give Zhuoma a chance to get close to him, waved the bones in his hand, and swept towards Zhuoma.

   "Jump up, don't fight it recklessly!"

  Dolma couldn't get close to the Minotaur at all, and he couldn't use the only sword-stabbing style he could do. He couldn't do anything but dodge, sweating profusely.

   "Stay steady! Run! Its speed is not as fast as you!"

   Zhuoma blushed, and she didn't know if it was nervous or because of fear. At this time, she couldn't care about anything. Perhaps this method of raising guts was not suitable for everyone.

  Lu Ziming can only be anxious on the sidelines at this time. If he goes up to help, not only Zhuoma will be abandoned, and since then he will no longer be able to muster the courage to face the monsters, and he may not be able to leave the grassland. This is selfish.