End Times Dust Light

   "Moo...! Ba...!" Then came the neigh of war horses.

  In the darkness of morning and evening, a few lone domestic animals galloped away from the surrounding hills, leaving three people with a blank face.

"How is this going?"

It is not strange to see a few lonely animals on the grassland, but their reaction is strange. It is obvious that these domestic animals have been running for a long time, with clear and rapid gasps, and the weak body does not mean to stop and rest. This is obviously Very abnormal.

  His gaze moved with the panicked livestock, and soon his gaze looked to the west again, the worry between his brows was solemn and uneasy.

Behind the three people is the direction of Zhuoma’s camp. The shadow of the rat tide lingers. I don’t know if Zhuoma will adopt the strategy left. Will the nomads who are busy fighting for power and profit unite together in a critical moment? They are all unsolvable myths.

  "Our time is running out. Idita stays here to guard the horses. David and I hurry up to collect the dry branches."

   Soon, several piles of dry and wet firewood were scattered around the small soil slope, "Road! Is this all right?" David dragged a branch and sat on the firewood panting.

   "What do you mean?" Lu Ziming did not have a good airway.

   David lowered his head and said in frustration: "I and Idita are cumbersome. I didn't expect that you didn't take the opportunity to leave us both. We are very content to live till now."

  Lu Ziming glanced at David and did not speak. As David said, he could leave the two of them here and escape alone, but he would feel uneasy. Damn kindness, maybe doing so would kill him, but he still chose to stay.

A wisp of fish-white slowly rose from the eastern horizon, dispelling a small piece of shady, and the Venus star shone with white and bright colors hanging in the corner of the sky, the gray-white morning sun was eroding the earth, and the grass was covered with crystal dew. , Like beating pearls.

"They are here!" Lu Ziming raised his head and looked at the shady west side, handed two steel knives inserted in the grass to David and Edita, and finally checked the equipment and said: "Can you get out of here alive? It's up to you. I can't protect you all the time."

  Idita held the knife, reached out and touched her belly, showing a faint smile.

   "Know! No matter whether we can survive or not, you are the most trustworthy person I have ever seen." David held the steel knife tightly in both hands and stared at the increasingly clear black shadow on the west side.

   "Ignite!"

   Strands of flames with thick smoke billowed into the sky on the wet and dry fuelwood, darkening the gray-white half of the sky, and the horses stepped on the wet grass restlessly, with a screaming cry from their nostrils.

  The sound of "chicking, squeaking" came from a distance, and a black, gray-black fast-moving shadow appeared at the end of the eyes.

   "Prairie mutant vole!" Edita screamed.

Common lamb-sized prairie voles appeared around the hillside. Out of instinctive fear of fire, the prairie voles quickly scattered toward the sides of the hillside. Some prairie voles exposed rows of sharp spikes towards the fire, emitting "squeaks". "Uneasy cry.

  "Prepare to fight! Be careful around, there are hundreds of them..." For some reason, there were not many prairie voles in the first wave, which made Lu Ziming stabilize his mind a little.

An arrow was placed on the string of the arrow, and the icy cluster of arrows pointed to the prairie voles by the fire. A "swish" sound was heard, followed by a "chi", and a prairie vole let out a scream of sorrow. on the ground.

  The surrounding prairie voles suddenly turned their heads to the dead prairie vole. The sharp spikes pierced the prairie vole's fur and bit the dead prairie vole. More and more prairie voles found food, attracted by the blood, rushed to the dead prairie voles, tearing off the flesh and blood, just a few breaths, an ordinary lamb-sized prairie voles only left white Sensitive skeleton.

  More prairie voles climbed onto the bodies of other prairie voles like a stack of arhats, piled up together, scurried constantly, biting each other, grinning with **** spikes.

  "Swish, swish, swish...!" Lu Ziming quickly shot three arrows in three directions, south, north, and west, and then drew out the only explosive arrow cluster, aiming at the largest pile of prairie voles that were biting.

   "Ah...!" Idita screamed behind her.

   "Idita!" David yelled, raising the steel knife in his hand and rushing over.

Lu Ziming heard the call, turned his head, the explosive arrow in his hand dropped off, "Boom!" The explosive arrow rubbed a bunch of prairie voles, and landed on the grass behind the prairie voles. Throwing it high, a few prairie voles crossed the fire and fell to Lu Ziming's feet.

   "My Kao!"

In the air, a prairie vole squeaked and stretched out its sharp forelegs, revealing a row of sharp canine teeth, a pair of dark green eyes gleaming with dark green light, and twisted its body in the air towards Lu Ziming. Pounced over.

  "Mutated voles", he reacted for the first time, a trace of energy fluctuations revealed a bright white light from the mouth of the voles in the air, "No good, ice cone!"

  This is a truly mutated prairie vole with ice properties in its body. Compared with ordinary prairie vole, it has a larger body and a faster speed. The fur on its body is obviously flashing with the bright color of grease.

  He quickly dropped his bow and arrow, picked up the steel knife inserted in the grass, and slashed at the prairie voles in the air.

To deal with so many prairie voles, the energy in his body is not enough. The slender red-eye sword is not as sharp as the holy sword, and it is not suitable for melee combat. He can only use energy to attack, which makes him have to bring a few more. Ordinary swords.

"Chi", a white light slashed through the air, splitting the cone of ice that came, and then smashed the hideous prairie vole. The steel knife slashed on the prairie vole's skull, and there was a clear sound of bone cracking, echoing. The reaction force bounced off the steel knife, and a stinking black blood spurted out.

  He lifted his foot, kicked a prairie vole that rushed forward, and inserted a steel knife into the vole's body. With a twist of the handle, he provoked the prairie vole to smash the mutant vole into the air.

   "Road..., hurry!" David shouted and threw himself at Edita.

A prairie vole that didn’t know where it came from bit the steel knife in Edita’s hand. David rushed to Edita’s side, raised the steel knife in his hand and slashed at the voles on the ground. David is too weak, or the prairie voles have become stronger. David's steel knife has only left a few shallow wounds on the prairie voles.

  Idita’s horrified cry was mixed with her mother tongue, mixed with the “squeak” of the prairie voles. It sounded so strange.