132 Helpless Land

"Oh, it's actually a martial arts saint," the magician nodded friendlyly and said, "It's hard to see such a young martial arts saint. Take a break first. I'll check your information and then take you to the army."

"Army?" The devil stood aside doubtfully, and the magician did not know what spell he had said. The wooden card in his hand suddenly emitted a faint light, and a string of text projected around the wooden card. The magician quickly read it and smiled at the ghost and said, "According to the introduction, you are good at jungle warfare, and we also need it too. You are such a good hand, let's go. I'll take you to your brigade.

The ghost stepped out of the huge magic array painted with mysterious runes and followed the magician down from the huge platform accumulated by the boulder. When he stood on the platform, he could still see a tent. After walking down, he was almost submerged in the sea composed of various tents, and there were tents blown by the wind. The ghost can't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

Agui looked up at the two big and small suns in the sky to make sure that he had indeed come to the demon world. The two fireballs were Apollo and Seans mentioned by Alu, the two suns in the demon world!

The magician put on a hood to cover his face and walked slowly between the tents with ghosts. The ghost looked curiously. Almost every tent was full of indifferent and dull faces. Some wounded people who lacked arms and legs lay silently in the tent and looked at the sky with empty eyes. Occasionally, there were people Curiously looking at the ghost, his eyes seemed to be as helpless as a prisoner to die.

The magician didn't say anything all the way, but skillfully took the ghost through the tents and found a more dilapidated tent. "This is the place you want to stay. You find a place to live first. I guess the people of this brigade will come back in a few days." The magician paused and said coldly, "There may be other people in the tent. Don't worry about them. Work hard. You can break through to Wu Zun as soon as possible and go back to enjoy happiness..."

Agui walked into the tent with a wooden crystal core. Inside were two rows of very clean beds. Everyone's belongings were put in a regular manner, and a set of clothes was neatly stacked on the bunk.

"Who are you? Why did you come to our tent? A hoarse voice came from the corner, and a one-legged man jumped out deftly with a crutch.

"I'm new here. They said I belonged to this brigade." The ghost has also been in the army and is no stranger to the barracks.

The man frowned and suddenly laughed a little nervously: "New here? How can you run to this damn place? You fool, you should go to the Black Flag Army or the Blue Flag Army. Come to our Red Flag Army, you will die! Hahaha..."

Agui looked coldly at this strange cripple, looking at his strong waist and a pair of big hands with thick bones. This guy must have been a not weak martial artist before, but now his hair is disheveled and his eyes are blank, and he looks decadent and miserable. If it weren't for the whitewashed clothes, Ah Gui He must think that he is just a drifter on Zuo'er Island, or simply a slave who can't get enough food and clothing.

The disabled man laughed for a long time and his voice gradually weakened. He looked at the expressionless ghost and suddenly sighed, pointed to another clean berth near the corner and said, "You sleep here first. When the young men come back in a few days, you can go with them to execute. It's a task."

The bunk is as clean as a noble hotel in Dongcheng. The fresh smell from the sheets represents that the tent has been well taken care of. Agui gently wiped his clothes, then leaned the wooden crystal core against the head of the bed and sat honestly on the bunk.

The one-legged man is like a lion patrolling the territory. He began to slowly check the bunks one by one with crutches. Occasionally, some little bugs climbed to the bunks. He always carefully drove the bugs away and then gently wiped the bunks clean. "What's your name?" The big man checked the head of the bed and asked without looking back.

"Ghost!"

"Oh, good name, easy to remember and easy to forget," the big man sneered a few times: "No one will tell you when you come. This is a terrible hell!"

Although the big man broke a leg, his walking speed was not slow. After a while, he had checked all the bunks, and then stopped in front of the ghost again. Looking at the unknown ghost, he couldn't help nagging: "You must also listen to what those damn Wu Zun said that this is the best practice ground. , what did you say that you can quickly break through the nonsense of Wu Zun and go back to enjoy happiness? Child, stop dreaming. This is a Shura field, and everyone may die at any time!"

The big man looked at the ghost's indifferent appearance, shook his head to reach his bunk in the corner, and slowly said with a hoarse voice, "If it's the Black Flag Army of Hasting, it's okay to say something. They have a large number of troops. Although they are guarding the most difficult plains, there are high cities and deep ditches. Relying on, with thousands of years of construction, there is already an unbreakable military fortress! Those bastards in the ancient country are also good. Although the conditions are a little difficult to face Huangsha all day long, the orcs rarely put in heavy troops there. Relatively speaking, they are the most relaxed! Only us unlucky people who have only come to the island for nearly a thousand years, we guard the most difficult jungle and fight against the beasts who have been spinning in the woods since childhood!" The disabled man spit a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and immediately covered the phlegm with soil with the remaining foot.

"Kid, don't blame me for being boring. Most of the people who came here were cheated like this, but you know how easy it is to break through the level. Look at me, after losing a leg, you can only stay in this tent and wait to die..." The big man lay down on the bunk and said helplessly.

"Why don't you go back?" Agui picked up the wooden crystal core and slowly rubbed the stick boringly.

"Go back? Hahaha, don't be silly. Unless you reach Wu Zun and trigger the power of heaven and earth to summon the teleportation array, you are lucky to be inadvertently swept up by the damn teleportation array, and the guys guarding the temple will also send you back!" The big man's voice was full of decadence. "I heard that there are magicians on Hasting's side who can control the two-way transmission of the transmission array, but we can only passively accept the transportation on the left ear island, and we can't send people back at all."

"But I heard that there is a group of businessmen named Mojint who can travel back and forth on both sides." The ghost pulled the corners of his mouth. Anyone who hears that he has been cheated will be depressed and will always find some excuses to comfort himself.

"You even know Mojinte, hehe, they are from Hasting. After Hestin unified the mainland, he searched all the space magicians to their side, so they can also control the magic transmission array, and no one else can manipulate the transmission array. Even the ancient country has to go back. Hastings asked for help. The more the disabled man said, the more depressed he became. He said hastily, "My name is Anton Qi. People like us in the camp are called disabled. You boy, be careful in the future. You'd rather die in battle than become disabled!" The cripples in other tents are all living dead. You don't have to pay attention to them. Take a rest. You will have something to do when those young men come back in a few days.

After saying that, Anton turned around and snored for a while. Except after he woke up once at dinner, the guy was in a daze and slept almost most of the time. Ghost can also see that this Anton is a man with a story. From his careful inspection and sorting out the bunks several times a day, it can be seen that this man is extremely careful and regular, but he is really decadent. Except for occasionally chatting with the ghost, he wanders there all day and doesn't know what he is thinking.

The hills are not always so calm. Sooner or later, people will come back quietly from outside the hills. From time to time, there will be loud laughter or crying in the camp. Strong warriors will only vent their emotions after returning to the camp. At the beginning, ghosts have also secretly observed. Almost every time they come back, there are no more than 30 people. Generally, there are about ten martial saints among them, and most of them are legendary warriors. Occasionally, a few warriors who have not yet reached the legendary level also look fierce and cunning, all of them are human spirits!

Those are all vicious characters on the left ear island! Those bastards on Paradise Hill will inspect the whole Zuo'er Island every few years. In addition to trick fools like you and me to come here to work, they will also catch some bastards who they think have 'potential'. Instead of leaving them on Zuo'er Island, it's better to throw them here to make trouble for those beasts. An Dongqi will only be interested in talking to the ghost when he cleans up the camp. If the ghost has any questions, he will probably get some answers by asking him at this time.

A few days later, one night, a group of people quietly walked into Anton's tent in the bright moonlight.

They were just curious and returned to their bunks at a glance. More than 20 people neither talked nor laughed, silently like a group of ghosts gathered in the tent.

"Where are the mountain brothers! Where's Karu?" Antony suddenly shouted, and his hoarse voice was like a howling night owl.

"The three of them met more than a dozen dog demons and were torn to pieces..." A mud-covered warrior whispered. He slowly took off his clothes stained with mud and leaves and put them on the ground, revealing his body full of scars.

"Oh, damn it! I also prepared some air-dried beef legs for them, damn it!" Antonki rubbed his crutches vigorously and suddenly lay on his bunk and cried.

The camp immediately became depressing. The brigade under the ghost was full of 30 people. Except for the disabled Anton, there were 25 warriors when they went out this time, and only 22 people came back, and three warriors died in the woods outside.