As a result, in just one hour, it would take nearly half a month for the Terrans of the past to cross the swamp of the past.

disappeared behind Zhou Chen like this, looking relaxed and casual, so unfazed.

Even those poisons that have caused a lot of harm to the human race dare not haunt at will, as if they have never been traced.

Of course, Zhou Chen didn't want to explain this issue to them.

It's not that he's not happy, it's because he knows that, no matter how explained it is, these humans won't understand.

In fact, snakes are born with the ability to navigate swamps, no matter how big or small.

Especially the swamp in front of him, although it may be terrifying for humans.

But the horror is not in the swamp, but in the ubiquitous poisonous creatures.

And Zhou Chen, who has become a big snake, naturally relies on his own smell and the natural ability of snakes.

It's easy to run over this swamp without sinking into it, just like humans.

Besides, if it weren't for these few small points on his back, Zhou Chen would even want to get into the mud to see what secrets are underneath.

Of course, Zhou Chen also knew that a swamp was a swamp, and in addition to water, it was mud underneath.

In addition, it is either the white bones of various fierce beasts, or the corpses of those human races that inexplicably intrude.

Therefore, his thoughts were only for a moment, and they were completely blocked by him.

After all, he is a human being in the true sense of the word, from the real Terran world, with Terran education and knowledge.

In other words, compared to the real Great Snake, he was born with a lack of vision of a different race, or indifference.

In the world of the human race, the discussion of death is the most serious and in-depth and concrete thing of all knowledge.

And all of this naturally makes the human race have a fear of death.

Whether it is the Terran world in the civilized world, or the Terran inheritance in the wilderness, there is no exception.

So, he easily passed the Zhou Chen of this swamp, and naturally won the cheers of the middle-aged man and those boys.

They were excited, excited, and screaming, as if they had conquered the swamp.

You know, whether they go out from here or come back from outside, they pay a lot of blood.

After these tribesmen were mercilessly swallowed by the swamp, the surviving tribesmen found a safer and faster path.

And now, not a single one of them was killed or wounded, not even the slightest swamp mud on their bodies.

Such a thing, in the minds of the primitive and savage people of these races, is simply like a sudden miracle.

Zhou Chen helplessly accepted their strange screams, but he couldn't make any moves, you know, if he really returned to the barbaric period.

Later, if the high-tech civilization of later generations developed from the barbarian period, then these people are the ancestors of the human race.

Although he was not Zhou Chen's ancestor, it did not prevent Zhou Chen from giving them recognition of the race and kindness to every human being.

It wasn't until Zhou Chen had climbed over a few mountains, crossed a few rivers, and almost lost his way that he turned around.

looked at the middle-aged man who quickly calmed down, and sternly asked his juniors not to offend the middle-aged man who was majestic in Zhou Chen.

The middle-aged man looked around and said goodbye for nearly 20 years, but everything seemed to be a scene still in a dream.

Looking at Zhou Chen again, he suddenly paused, but there was a slight hint of inquiry in his eyes, and he immediately understood.

A little unsure, but pointed in a direction with infinite respect, and then called.

"Woo... Wow?"

Zhou Chen looked at him, and even wanted to pat himself on the head.

Obviously, this middle-aged man, who looked like a Terran wizard, may have forgotten his way home.

He felt a general direction, but he was no longer sure where his home was.

It's like a wanderer who has left his hometown and returned to the jungle, and he really wants to come out, but he has forgotten the face of his hometown.

Zhou Chen didn't pay attention to it anymore and went straight to the road again, after all, he didn't want to speak, so as not to frighten these villains.

And this villain, at least gave him a specific direction, although he was not sure of the location, he kept moving forward.

So, the sunrise, the moon sets, over the mountains, across the river, quietly, most of the rivers and mountains go again.

Finally, after nearly half a month, Zhou Chen finally saw a banner painted with a twisted snake.

On the flag, it seems to be a rag, with a kind of gray and dark red, but it is so solemn and eye-catching.

Underneath the banner is a sentry standing high above a tower, surveying the movement and safety around the tribe.

Obviously, at a glance, he saw Zhou Chen, who was like a mountain, surging forward.

For the first time, he was shocked by Zhou Chen's appearance and hesitated, as if he saw some unbelievable existence.

Then, a huge horn was suddenly held in his hand.

There was no more stagnation, no more hesitation, almost holding his breath and blowing in.

"Woo!!"

The next moment, a horn sounded like an earth-shattering motive suddenly sounded from the sentry's hand.

Then, the entire tribe suddenly sent out its strongest figure, and almost all the figures began to surge wildly.

In their hands were well-armed stone tools, shields of astonishing defense, and swords sharpened from wood.

There are also knives, guns, sticks, or large and small hammers that have just been pulled out of the room.

Zhou Chen slowly stopped his steps, listened to the surging and boiling voices in front of him, and looked at the swords and swords in people's hands.

He even saw a little of the kid among them, who looked noticeably half a step shorter than the others, but still had a weapon raised.

Obviously, in this tribe, all people, both men and women, can be warriors on the battlefield.

It can also be said that regardless of the old, weak, women and children, here is the real and true soldier of the whole people.

Immediately, Zhou Chen saw the crooked snake painted on their banner again, but he felt very familiar.

Could it be my task to create a large tribe of dragon descendants on this land, in my dreams?

At this moment, Zhou Chen's mind suddenly became extremely active, and he finally began to understand the meaning of the little snake represented on the banner in front of him.

Among his people, his ancestors didn't use the snake as a totem, and then grew stronger step by step.

Until time goes on, until the people continue to grow, until the knowledge of writing, speech, law, and so on.

The originally shriveled and monotonous snake finally turned into a dragon that rose to the sky and called for wind and rain?