End Times Dust Light

  Su Liqing and others excluded Lu Ziming, neither let him participate in the planning nor let him charge into battle, as if he did not exist.

Lu Ziming is not interested in participating in this kind of action with extremely high risks and returns. He has not been integrated into the circle of survivors from the beginning to the end. Of course, there are reasons why he is impossible to stay here, and there are also reasons why he is unwilling to cooperate with survivors. The idea of ​​people competing for profit.

  Just as the survivor was planning nervously, he was considering how to deal with the rat wave after he left the pyramid.

Su Liqing’s sneak attack plan is highly maneuverable. He didn’t feel anything wrong. Each of these survivors had everyone’s thoughts. The temporary crisis screwed them together. No one knew what happened. , Will it cause greater disputes again.

   Zhuoma also did not participate in this sneak attack. As a nominal king, he was well protected. Surrounded by the “protectors” of various forces, he remained at the end of the team.

  At this time, Lu Ziming did not come into contact with Zhuoma. The situation was a bit delicate. He didn't want to stimulate the interests of these people too much. He didn't have this kind of thinking, but it didn't mean that others would not think like that.

The valve that leads to the outside of the pyramid is also one-way. People who go out can no longer get in. The survivors inside rush out in batches according to the scheduled time, and soon only Zhuoma and Lu Ziming are left. Stay inside the pyramid.

   "Road! Time is up, let's go out together!"

  He nodded and followed behind the team. David looked at the pyramid reluctantly for the last time, muttering a few words that Lu Ziming could not understand, as if he had lost something "beloved".

  The moment he crossed the valve, he felt that he was being pushed hard by something, and then his head suddenly exploded, as if something had been stuffed into his head all of a sudden. His head exploded from the inside at once, the blue veins on his forehead jumped wildly, cold sweat flowed down the sideburns, his body also swayed, and his eyes almost fell to the ground in darkness.

  This kind of feeling comes and goes quickly, and the feeling of headache flashes by. If it is not for the severe headache, I even think that there is something wrong with my feeling.

After a daze, I found that I was already outside Saiying Mountain. The patter of rain hit my face, and there were messy but not dense gunshots in the distance. There was already a mess around, and several corpses were lying on the grass. , The blood flows down the green grass to the low-lying places.

  A man with a felt hat ran over quickly on a "high-headed horse", yelled in the direction of Zhuoma and Lu Ziming, turned around and disappeared into the rain and fog.

   "Road! We won, Ren Yan ran away!"

   "Run!" Lu Ziming was taken aback, and then he understood, "No! Zhuoma, the rat tide is coming soon, Ren Yan knew in advance, so he took people away."

  It was only then that he realized that, except for the fence and some obstacles, there were not many dead soldiers under Ren Yan. Judging from the gunshots coming from a distance, the battle was not as fierce as imagined. He immediately reacted. Ren Yan had already discovered the rat tide rushing towards Saiying Mountain and had already retreated ahead of time.

   "What rat tide? Lu! What did you say?"

Lu Ziming was too late to explain to Zhuoma, and he didn't explain clearly: "Zoma, you are now the king of the grassland. I will send someone to check it out 60 kilometers to the west. I have a bad feeling that there is danger. Come here...". In any case, Ren Yan's danger has passed, and there is no more time left. Apart from quickly evacuating from here, he can't think of any way to avoid the rat tide.

   "Danger! Road, what on earth do you want to say, how come I don't understand it more and more."

  "Don’t worry about so much! Believe me, you’ll know if you send someone to see it right away. This is related to the lives of tens of thousands of people, and it’s too late."

Zhuo Ma saw Lu Ziming's serious face, not as if he was joking. Although Zhuo Ma has not officially become the king, he has become the king of the prairie herdsmen with the holy sword and the Wujin armor. Much heavier than Lu Ziming.

   "Hold on!" Zhuo Ma just wanted to call a herdsman, but was stopped by a man who ran over.

Lu Ziming frowned. It was Sanal who came here with a beard and a ragged sheepskin coat. Sanal stopped between the two and said: "Zolma, now Ren Yan has run away. But the battle is not over yet. We should now summon the tribes to chase Ren Yan. The leaders of the various tribes on the grassland are waiting for you in the big tent. Now other things must be set aside." Sanal made a gesture of invitation. , Lu Ziming glanced at the corner of her eyes, as if to warn Lu Ziming not to be troublesome.

   "Dolma! If you don't send someone to check the danger now, please give me a horse and I will leave now," he said hard.

   "What did you say, do you want to threaten our king?" Sanar slowly pulled out his waist knife to look at Lu Ziming as he was protecting the lord, but his trembling arms exposed his heart.

He knew that Sanal was bluffing, and he didn't bother to ignore Sanal and said, "Dolma? Ren Yan wouldn't run away for no reason. There must be something that scared Ren Yan even the Holy Sword. Do you want to put your people in danger? Send someone to the west to check it out, but for two or three hours, if there is a real danger, you will save tens of thousands of herdsmen here. How to do it lightly? You should be very clear about which weight."

Zhuoma now doesn’t feel like a king at all. He looked at Sanal and Lu Ziming hesitantly, and said in a negotiating tone: "Sanal, Anda said nothing wrong. Ren Yan left here and escaped. There is a reason. If you don't send someone to the west to check it out, what if there is really any danger, let the tens of thousands of herders here do?"

  "That's good! I will send someone to the west to check it out, and ask the king to follow me to the big tent. The leaders are waiting for you in the big tent!"

  Lu Ziming sneered in his heart, Sanal did not regard Zhuoma as a king at all in his heart, calling out, more like Su Liqing and the puppet in his hand, firmly grasping his own hand.

  And the leaders of the various tribes didn't even mean to come out to meet Zhuoma, and let Zhuoma go to the big tent to meet them. This was giving Zhuoma a prestige, but Zhuoma didn't understand this meaning at all.

  However, he is not worried about Dolma's safety. The various tribes on the grasslands with intricate forces are a mess. Zhuo Ma was pushed to the forefront by Lu Ziming. As their nominal king, they were just in a delicate balance. As long as the contradictions of all parties were used rationally, mutual restraint and mutual restraint, it would be difficult to think about chaos.

  It's hard to imagine Zhuoma's psychology at this time. Maybe when Zhuoma understands it, joy becomes anger, excitement becomes resentment, whether these people can still get along with Zhuoma in peace.