Chapter 238 The End of the World is Coming

The level of the night's special ability is not necessarily very high, but after all, he has mastered the space energy. The hidden prism on the forehead can be simply used as a spatial energy memory. Although he doesn't know what happened in the test site, he can be keenly aware of the changes in space.

Calm down! Impatience can't solve any problems.

"Madman," with a casual name, he slowly stood up from the ground. "Change has occurred, and it is useless even if it hits the wall. Wait a minute, I'll observe it first."

As the night said, he walked to the mouth of the cave, held the raised rock with one hand, jumped gently, and began to climb up. After a few ups and downs, he stood on the top of the cliff.

The thick fog outside began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a faint light on the top of the head. He leaned down and grabbed a dead grass from the ground and hung it in his hand. He found that it was still and there was no wind. There was silence around, and there were no frequent roars and wailings at night.

"There must be something wrong with the test site," Liu Feng came out of the ground ghostly, pulled off the dead branch on the top of his head and threw it aside.

The night did not answer immediately, but took a deep breath.

First of all, he has to deal with the consequences of this change, and what impact will it have on him escaping from here?

"Madman, let me assume a condition. With your understanding of the test site, help me analyze what the consequences may occur. There are a lot of things on my mind at night. Jietian is nowhere to be found. Wei Wuji and Wei Wuqi are still in Snake Valley. Except for this crazy guy in front of him, he doesn't even have a negotiable person.

Hearing the night mention the business, Liu Feng was relieved: "You say it!"

"According to the current changes, I said that in case, if the fog will always dissipate, there will be no night. All the powerful beings are waking up and no longer confused. What do you think will happen? What he is most worried about is the lone walkers. These beings are so powerful that they can't compete with the current means.

"A heartless person like me is not the same." Liu Feng didn't care, but he suddenly hesitated, "However, like those ambitious guys, it's hard to say. If you can unify the camp, you may be able to compete with the orcs and kill Sal.

He inferred a eponymous conclusion according to his own ideas.

The night sighed. The guy in front of him was really not a brainy material. But this is also good. At least he can fool him so that he won't stand on his opposite side.

Like a basin of cold water, he interrupted Liu Feng's intention~**: "Human beings are best at infighting. Everyone has ambitions. Take your bullshit sand thief organization as an example, who should I listen to now?

"This..." Liu Feng hesitated. He was not a steward in the organization. The sand thief organization has long disintegrating and divided into large and small groups. They are in separate ways, and no one is convinced.

"Let them be consistent with the outside world unless there is a condition." The night meditated. He looked at Liu Feng and sold a small pass.

"Unless you can't live?" Liu Feng was not stupid this time.

"It's rare for you to be smart!" The night couldn't help sighing, "This condition is indeed possible to be achieved. But for us and the ordinary people of the human tribe, it must be a huge disaster.

Liu Feng was circling around in the night, and his brain was a little twitching. He was annoyed: "You boy, go around a wool ball. If you have something to say, say it quickly, fart quickly!"

"If you don't want to die and want to resurrect Mira, take it easy." The night was cold, and he didn't give any face at all. Liu Feng is of great use. In the trial field, he must firmly control it.

"Okay! For Mira."

"Your brain is all rotten to your pile of 'shit wine'." The night said angrily, "I used to survive in the test site, even if I didn't eat or drink, as long as there was fog to replenish, I could live. But now that the conditions have changed, you don't even think about what kind of scene will happen if there is no fog supplement and the body begins to be deprived and can only be supplemented through food or energy?

With this clear enough, Liu Feng was stunned.

Regardless of his reaction, the night analyzed himself: "First, grab the grain, hunt all the beasts, and then grab the production resources. In this place where birds don't poop, it is absolutely impossible to feed all the people on the north bank of the Monsoon River. The number of lone walkers is small, so it's okay. But orcs are different. They don't have to produce, and they mainly rely on hunting and collecting wild food to fill their stomachs. It's okay if the leader's restraint is not strong, and there may be internal fighting. But now that they have organization and constraints, they are bound to take human beings. The best result is to keep human beings in captivity and cultivate them. The worst result is to directly hunt human fruit. In my opinion, the end of the world is coming!"

Hearing such an analysis of the night, Liu Feng's face has begun to turn green. Although this person is crazy, he was completely brainwashed by the sand thief organization in those years. In his heart, he still took it as his responsibility to maintain the survival of purebred human beings.

"So...so...what should we... do?" Liu Feng stammered.

"You can follow me. It's useless to talk to you more!" I'm in a bad mood at night, and I don't want to talk too much. After a little weighing, he gave Liu Feng a task: "The sand thief is the best scout in the test site. Now you can find a way to deal with a small sand thief group. Threats, inducements, kidnapping, slaughter, whatever you want, I don't care about the process. No matter how bloody and cruel it is, it's up to you. I just want the result.

"Good! Give me two days." Liu Feng agreed.

"Now the day and night are gone, and the time cannot be counted. The faster you go, the better. After completing the task, come to me west along the Monsoon River.

Liu Feng has lived for hundreds of years, and he is also a decisive figure. After saying hello, he immediately ran to the northwest and disappeared into the wilderness soon.

The night stood alone in the wilderness, looking melancholy, but it was in a dilemma.

It doesn't help to follow the people to the south. In case of danger, I am unable to resist, but I lost the name of "God of Light" by chance. It is not appropriate to return to the Lianqing tribal camp north and meet Ziji. The blood slave is cruel and bloodthirsty. He is not his opponent at all. He sneaks over in vain, which is equivalent to sending meat to the door.

What's more hateful is that the prism on the forehead can't be explored, and there is no way to use the formula to possess Ziji through the prism.

"I still don't have enough strength! If the force is strong, how can you need such a mother-in-law's calculation? With a long sigh in the night, he turned to the edge of the cliff and turned his eyes to the monsoon river.

He didn't know that the forces far away in the bronze trial ground also had problems.

......

Bronze Trial Ground, Fairy Mountain.

The three verdant peaks, under the sun, pull out a long shadow to the east.

"Quick, be sure to rush back to Death Valley before dark."

Zhao Yibiao led 200 strong soldiers for the rest of his life and galloped.

He just received Wen Zhong's "Biography of Birds", and there was an accident in Fengyunzhai! Although there is no specific information mentioned in the letter, it must be a great change. Otherwise, Wen Zhong will not have all the veterans in the Fairy Mountain.

After the disappearance of the night, the secret forces were temporarily led by Wen Zhong and supervised behind the scenes of Qingyue. Zhao Yibiao is a pure soldier. He doesn't have too many fancy intestines. He only obeys orders.

The 200-man cavalry, like a black torrent, meswirling to the south.

Running to the exit of Immortal Mountain, the speed slowed down slightly.

The two riders lined up and rushed to the newly built iron cable suspension bridge.

Qingluo, who is responsible for guarding the checkpoint, stood at the top of the tower in eye-catching white, looking at the anxious army with a solemn face, and muttered to himself, "Something big is going to happen!"

He was also notified that the alert of the level was raised to the top.

The immortal mountain faces south, reaching the 18-mile grinding knife ridge, and the straight-line distance is more than 100 miles. Fortunately, the horse has been reborn, and I'm afraid it won't take two hours. Those ordinary horses often take pills made from thousand-year-old and century-old herbs, which have now transformed and are more like a kind of warcraft. Fast as the wind, with infinite power.

Zhao Yibiao took the lead and rushed into the 18-mile grinding knife ridge along the newly built road in the north, wearing the last ray of the setting sun. Along the way, pedestrians and merchants avoided one after another, for fear of losing their lives in vain.

There is still a luxury carriage driving slowly in the middle of the road, turning a blind eye to the galloping soldiers, and some children's unsuitable voices came from the car from time to time.

"Looking for death!" Zhao Yibiao was furious. These powerful princes who came for magic pills seemed to have already forgotten what Fengyunzhai used to make a living.

As soon as he stepped on the horse, his body jumped out of the air, and the purple cloud gun in his right hand flashed.

The groom who was driving in front of him was shocked, but his reaction was quick.

He quickly took the reins, pulled out a short knife in his right hand, stepped on the roof of the car, and waved his knife to Zhao Yibiao: "Bold? My son is..."

Before the voice fell, a dazzling golden Thunderbolt burst from the body of the gun, and a bright arc was drawn in the air, slapped fiercely on the right side of the carriage.

The driver retreated sharply and avoided the air.

The carriage under his feet was not so lucky. After eating a thunder chain, it instantly rose into the air and turned to one side of the cliff.

Women scream, men howigh!

"You are dead!" The coachman's face was purple and he wanted to cut with his knife.

Poor!

Before he fell to the ground, he was pierced by an arrow in the chest.

The body fell back heavily and slid out of 17 or 18 meters.

Li Ying's divine bow, who can avoid it?

The speed of the cavalry did not decrease at all. They roared past the position of the original carriage and ran to Death Valley.

Where has the merchants who hide on the roadside have seen such violent means? They all restrained their voices and didn't dare to make a sound. It was not until the army was far away that a few bold people whispered.

"These barbarians are terrible. Let's not go in. Let's go back quickly!"

"Cut! What are you afraid of?" Someone breathed in his nostrils, "They are going to have bad luck. Do you know which country's son is in the car?"

Someone's gossip is burning: "Isn't it from which big hou country?"

"Of course! I'll tell you quietly, don't spread it..."

At the end of this discussion, Zhao Yibiao has rushed into the Death Valley, and the soldiers and horses did not stop, running to the Baiyao Valley to the west of the valley. Naturally, he didn't know which brain was blocked just now. Even if he knew, I'm afraid it was still the same result.

The revenge of the prince's forces is not worth mentioning compared with the current crisis!