Starting from the Dragon Tribe

While Chu Zihang and the others were running, they suddenly felt the light of fire reflected on the ground, and heat poured into the narrow passage.

Several people looked up and saw a flaming dragon hundreds of meters long passing through the sky.

"Junior brother seems to be being chased and beaten!"

Fingel took a breath after following Chu Zihang out of the passage, and he was also in a gloomy mood.

"Brother Lu is still a mixed race after all. How can he confront the Dragon King head-on? Besides, he doesn't have the spirit of speech now."

Chu Zihang drew a map of Bronze City in his mind. Every time the route changed, he updated the virtual map in his mind, and used other invisible places as movement variables for analysis and deduction.

But there are too many variables, and there is no solution at all. They need more references to guess where the "eye of the formation" is.

"It seems to be Yan Ling. Jun Yan, our junior brother Lu doesn't seem to have any resistance to the elements. If he is burned by this thing, he may not be directly cremated."

Mai Shutoku felt the residual heat in the air, and was secretly frightened by the power of the Dragon King. This was not yet the complete Dragon King, so she chased the super white rabbit and jumped up and down, not knowing who their little white rabbit was. It's not as reliable as the boss said.

She really couldn't imagine that a bad boy could fight with such a king. Even if he cheated, she felt that winning would be embarrassing.

While a few people were running, Chu Zihang suddenly took out a pen and paper from the tactical backpack behind him, writing and drawing while running. Mainly because his brain was a little overloaded, and he wanted to know the route and the places that needed attention. Mark it out first.

This is also convenient for senior brothers and sisters to refer to. A person's power is always limited. Chu Zihang has never felt superior in terms of IQ. With one more person to analyze, they have more hope of survival.

After drawing the first one, Chu Zihang handed the map to Senior Aki. Since the other party said he had researched the Nibelungs, he might be able to give some suggestions.

"Junior Brother Chu, in such a chaotic situation, you can still remember the route you took!?"

Mai Shutoku was also very surprised. The map drawn by Chu Zihang was drawn with solid lines and dotted lines. The solid lines represented the route they took, and the dotted lines represented the possible distribution of roads in Bronze City. There were also black circles. The circled part is the area they have not traveled through so far.

She looked at Chu Zihang strangely, her memory was so incredible that it was like a humanoid computer.

"Reluctantly, senior sister, please help me find the possible location of the formation."

As Chu Zihang continued to draw, the map just now was just one of the possibilities, and they were still moving, and the map was being updated every minute.

"This this……"

Mai Jiudoku was also a little flustered. She stared at the map given by Chu Zihang, compared it with the map handed over to her later, and looked at a few... but couldn't see anything.

At this time, Fingel couldn't help it anymore and snatched the map from Mai Jiudoku's hand and said, "Let me take a look. Junior Brother Chu, give me another piece of paper and pen!"

Suddenly, both Chu Zihang and Jiude Mai looked at Fingel in surprise.

"What are you looking at? Run quickly. It's not because of math that I failed!"

Fingel couldn't help but take out a pen and paper from behind Chu Zihang, and started to write and draw, looking quite professional.

No, it didn't look professional. Mai Shutoku followed Fingel and looked at the map drawn by the other party. The core part was roughly the same as the map Chu Zihang had just drawn. It was just different in the variable part. That was another matter. a possibility.

This scumbag who looked like a loser did not expect to be as good as Chu Zihang in terms of memory and mathematics!

more than! Mai Shutoku felt that Fingel could draw the map faster, and he could even list a series of formulas next to the map that she couldn't understand!

Who is this guy?

With such brainpower, A-level true bloodline, and the bronze throne of speech spirit, will he repeat the grade until the seventh grade?

What a liar!

…

On top of the Bronze King's City, Lu Chen almost ran around the city three times, hitting various bronze obstacles with the flaming dragon before he finally exhausted the power of the Word Spirit.

Junyan, the word spirit, is released by the fire-based monarch. It is indeed majestic and powerful, but the speed of this word spirit is still not fast enough. After all, it is the element of fire. Excluding the blast wind, no matter how fast it moves, Just like that, I can only follow him and eat ashes.

But what gave him a headache was not the speech spirit Jun Yan. If he couldn't hit him, it didn't matter how high the warmth was. Instead, it was the bronze pillars that suddenly popped out from time to time that caused him some trouble. Plus Norton's pursuit. Kill him, he is in danger.

Lu Chen had never been in such a miserable state before. Even when he was fighting against Iden underground, he could barely stand up to him head-on.

But now the time and place were not on his side, the people and the people... He was fighting Norton head-on, and he was at a disadvantage.

This was the third time that God's Secret Blood had exploded. Without this state, Norton might have killed him with one sprint.

But he can't turn on this state indefinitely. He's eaten very full today, but he will definitely not be able to last for twenty minutes.

The situation was very unfavorable to them. If Brother Chu and the others couldn't help him break the situation in another fifteen minutes, he might have to take a risk, and he couldn't wait until he was finally exhausted.

He ran to the end of the road at the top of the city wall, jumped up, and wanted to jump to the other end, but while he was in mid-air, half a copper pillar flew towards him, forcing him to turn sideways and swing his sword, using the air and the blade avoid the force.

These bronze pillars couldn't catch up with his speed when he was on the ground, but he couldn't hit him head-on when intercepting in the air. The huge mass meant strong kinetic energy. If he was hit head-on, it would be worse than fighting Norton. Knives are scarier things.

He turned sideways and quickly stepped on the side of the bronze pillar, turning Heixuan in front of him, blocking the knife that hit his eyebrows.

The broken hair on his forehead smelled burnt in front of the burning blade, and the heat wave hitting his face was enough to cause an ordinary mixed-race to be highly burned!

boom--

Lu Chen fell to the ground, leaving deep footprints on the bronze ground. He had no chance to breathe. Norton's speed was not inferior to him at all, or rather faster than him.

The pitch-black blade counterattacked, meeting Fury again. Lu Chen held the hilt of the blade in one hand and pressed the back of Hei Xuan's blade with the other, like an overlord raising a cauldron.

The black combat uniform was swollen to the extreme, and the knotted muscles and bones were screaming.

Bite the bullet!

Keep an eye on your opponent!

Let the soul live forever!

There must be no flaws, otherwise the king in front of him will brutally tear him apart in the next moment!

Almost instinctively, the moment Lu Chen lowered his body, he released the force from his left foot, and the huge Hei Xuan seemed to turn into a light scimitar in his hands. He twisted his waist, exerted force and released force with his left and right hands, and the layers were like the sea. The waves rise and fall.

The second form of Tai Chi Knife Technique - Tide.

Lu Chen rarely used this move, because using this move often meant that he was at a disadvantage in the fight, and he had no choice but to confront the opponent head-on.

Therefore, he has never used this technique since the battle with Eden. As a mature warrior, he should know how to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses.

But the enemy in front of him didn't give him a chance.

At this moment, both speed and strength completely suppressed him. The only advantage he had was his innate superior intuition and the many combat skills he had learned through study.

But for a reckless man, it is very frustrating to fight without being able to go straight.

Norton watched this human boy, in an absolute trough, forcefully eat his top-down knife, and then he slipped away like a loach, while Fury was stuck in the ground. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, and he was chasing after him. All a step slower.

How could such peak fighting skills be possessed by a young human being?

…………

Outside the Bronze King City, in the Inuit village, the villagers looked nervously at the trembling and roaring Bronze City, and many people knelt down to pray.

The villagers who were kneeling at the head of the village suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps. They looked up and saw a group of bronze soldiers walking out of the opened gate of the Bronze City.

These are the bronze soldiers that were activated after the Bronze City activated its self-defense mechanism. These soldiers also have their own assigned responsibilities. The ones in the city are responsible for blocking the enemy. The original bronze soldiers on the high wall, and the bronze soldiers near the city gate. A soldier's duty is to go out and defend against the enemy.

In the preset "program" of these bronze soldiers, they went out of the city to attack, but there was no army of ancient princes outside, and there was no incoming dragon.

These bronze soldiers are dead things, but they are not dead things, because they are infused with living spirits, and these living spirits also have desires after being activated. Without enemies, how can they kill with bloodlust?

When the Inuit people saw this scene, they lowered their heads one after another, knelt on the ground and prayed more devoutly, because it was the arrival of a new divine envoy in the divine city.

The old village chief looked at this scene and walked forward angrily, "Get up, what are you doing kneeling down!?"

"Village chief, these are the messengers of God. Of course we must greet them respectfully."

A middle-aged Inuit man said with some confusion.

"Those outsiders must have angered the gods. Village chief, you are also out of your mind. How can you receive them!?"

Some people couldn't help but blame the village chief.

"Yes, yes, the city of God has been peaceful and peaceful for so many years. It was only after they came that there was such a big commotion. The gods must be angry. What if we don't have a harvest this year? How can we survive!?"

Someone echoed.

"I just said, we can't let one family continue to inherit the position of village chief. The old guy is confused. He will kill us!"

"..."

With someone taking the lead, the villagers kneeling on the ground started shouting and cursing one after another.

The old village chief looked at the ugly faces of these people and couldn't believe that these were the hard-working and kind-hearted tribesmen in the past. He was so angry that he couldn't stand still, but Felice ran over to support him.

"Grandpa, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Phyllis comforted.

But someone else pointed at her and scolded her, "You are the one who brought those plague gods into the village! You should be chosen by the envoy for this year's sacrifice!"

The old village chief took two steps forward, swung his cane, and hit the man in the face with the stick. Several teeth rolled to the ground with blood.

"Qiaobas, how can you say such things!"

The old village chief's beard was trembling with anger.

The man stood up from the ground and sneered: "Can't the village chief's daughter die? We all breathed a sigh of relief when my daughter was sent away last year."

The old village chief hit you with the stick again and said angrily: "That's why I hit you. Are you kneeling here worthy of your dead daughter!?"

Qiaobas said: "What can we do? It can be regenerated after it is gone. This is tradition. Without the blessing of God, how could we be qualified to live in such a beautiful and warm countryside?"

The other Inuit people nodded in agreement after hearing this.

At this time, the group of bronze soldiers lined up in three rows and reached the end of the village. The Inuit people knelt down and shouted, "Welcome the envoy of God."

They hoped to appease God's wrath with piety and not let God's wrath affect them.

A green sword flashed, and the head of an Inuit kneeling at the front rolled to the ground. Blood sprayed out due to the pressure of the carotid artery, dyeing the white snow scattered on the ground red.

The other Inuit people looked shocked, but did not dare to move. They just knelt down again and said, "Please calm down the gods."

The bronze soldiers didn't respond, they just mechanically slaughtered all the "enemies" who invaded outside the city.

Bronze knives rose and fell, and heads flew. The Inuit people trembled, but no one dared to get up.

The old village chief's eyes turned red when he saw this scene, and he said angrily: "Don't you understand? These are not angels at all. They are just here to kill people, so run away!"

However, the Inuit in the front row did not listen to the advice, but many of the Inuit in the back screamed and ran away when they saw this scene.

"You have a knife on your neck, do you still kneel down and pray? Do you think the gods are protecting us, but have you never thought about what we are?"

The old village chief roared, the Inuit people were silent, and another group of people fell.

Too many years of obedience and worship of the gods have cleansed the blood of these people.

In their world, when you are born as a boy, you are worthy of happiness, because girls have to live in fear.

Every year there are tributes and sacrifices in the village, but other than that, isn't life pretty good?

Having food and drink without having to endure the cold outside is the "dream" environment for many Inuit people.

Presumably, the Inuit who escaped from the rebellion must have frozen to death on the ice sheet. No one can survive in such a cold place. How can their life be better than that of us who are blessed by the gods?

"People, look at what this is. Do you really think that the development of the world has stagnated?"

The old village chief took out a can. Some Inuit people turned around and looked at the exquisite can, feeling a little confused for a moment.

"How many years, thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years!? The outside is no longer the same as in ancient times. Those young people said that such exquisite handicrafts do not need to be made step by step by hand, but in a factory called a factory. In this place, hundreds of thousands of cans can be produced in a day through machines that work automatically!”

The old village chief said, throwing the can into the crowd.