Otherworldly Time Thieves

Chapter 65: An Old Village Chief (1)
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This is an open human farm, and the cottages are separated by large tracts of farmland, which looks very sparse.

Looking at the wheat and pumpkins planted in the field, Lao Zhu couldn't help but feel his stomach growling. He has been eating dry food for several days. Maybe he can get a delicious pumpkin soup here?

Along the way, the farmers who were working in the fields stopped their work and looked at Lao Zhu curiously with their farm tools.

Some peasant women with children in the village looked at him with some fear, and pulled the children behind to protect them. These little devils were curious and frightened, and quietly poked their heads out from behind their mothers to observe him.

Lao Zhu is not surprised either, his appearance is too shocking for these common people, including when he was on earth, the three scars on his face are simply a symbol of brutality.

In fact, Lao Zhu didn't want to, but there are very few real senior mercenaries who can be intact. If you can see a little boy in the mercenary group, it must be a rookie who just came in.

Perhaps a villager reported the news, and a kind-looking old man greeted him from the front with a cane in his hand.

"Welcome, adventurer! This is the North County Farm, and I am the village chief, Brook Will." The old man greeted with a smile.

"Oh, hello old man!" Lao Zhu also raised his hand to greet him, he was still very polite to such an old man.

"Forgive me for being curious, are you from Loloa Forest?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Old Zhu was taken aback.

Logically speaking, this village is the closest human village to the Loloa Forest. There should be many adventurers passing through here to explore the forest. Why are the people in this village so curious when they see the adventurers?

"Please don't be surprised," Brooke seemed to see his doubts, and explained, "Although we often have adventurers passing by here, we rarely see fighters with such personality as you..." He considered it carefully Use words.

"I'm curious, are you a barbarian warrior or a Tel Aviv berserker?"

Old Zhu didn't know what to say. Frank once told him that these two races were born warrior races. Barbarians like to have strange battle patterns tattooed on their faces and bodies, and they are accustomed to using two-handed swords.The Tel Aviv berserkers are masochists. They are used to using two-handed axes and like to carve scars on their faces with knives. They think that the more scars on their faces, the more masculine they are.

Now it seems that Lao Zhu has the characteristics of these two races, no wonder the village chief can't tell the difference...

Old Zhu was about to tell the village chief that he was a human being, but a voice from behind interrupted him: "Is there any need to ask? This friend must be a Tel Aviv berserker!"

Being interrupted by someone, coupled with inexplicably forcibly adding the title of a berserker to himself, made Lao Zhu very upset, so he turned his head to see who was farting here.

A thin and small man stood behind him, with messy blond hair, as if rubbed out in a pile of poop, exuding a strong smell of sweat, with a straw in his mouth, hugging him thoughtfully Leaning his hands on a nearby tree, his eyes were full of cunning.

(End of this chapter)