Chapter 40 is not a perfect landing

In a vast forest, Zhao Mian struggled to open his eyes - he detonated a huge bomb with his own hands, and was blown up by it to a very high air, which is not the common sense that a normal person needs, and then he has to experience a free fall without any safety measures from a height of more than 1,000 meters, which is not so easy to accept even for most people with ability.

The impact force when landing is only a minor problem, and it is not the first time that Zhao Mian has encountered this situation, whether it is the Holy Shield Technique or the Protective Blessing, it is enough to cope with this situation - the real difficulty lies in how we can ensure that we can adjust our posture at the most critical moment, so that we can land more safely. Well, of course, there's how to make sure your actions don't cause more damage in the midst of a constant fall, and how to breathe normally in the wind - the latter is not a problem, because it's a big deal to hold your breath.

At the moment when the explosion occurred, Zhao Mian immediately thought of the behavior that his body had already put into action before that, that is, at the moment of the explosion, Sarsdom threw Azeroth back. Truth be told, it was quite rude, as it was immoral to transfer or transmit the other person without their permission - although this was written in the Dharlaran Apprenticeship Admission Handbook, and Gianna never complied with it. There is a deep reason why Zhao Mian did this, because protecting his teammates from harm has always been at the forefront of his heart - not just because of the simple dogmas dictated by the rules and regulations of the Knights of the Silver Hand, but for a deeper reason.

-- He is so accustomed to tank work that he will always involuntarily protect his comrades, so it has become his instinct to block guns for others......

Zhao Mian shook his head slightly, his vision was still a little dizzy, which was caused by the short-term retinal discomfort caused by spinning from a high altitude and falling to the ground, which was a normal situation. However, even though his vision was blurred due to vertigo, he still recognized that there should be something in front of him blocking his vision, so he raised his left hand with great difficulty—or it was more appropriate to pull out his left hand, Zhao Mian, who fell from the extremely high air, was now in the mud, and his nose could clearly distinguish the fresh earthy smell around his body, as well as some subtle smell of decay.

With his left hand, he removed what was blocking his armor, and judging by the sound he made as he moved it, it must have been some kind of branch. A humanoid hollow, the faint sunlight shines through that subtle hollow, shining on Zhao Mian's face, he is a little stunned to look at the void that should be created by his own landing, from which he did not find any dark clouds, not to mention that the sunlight shining on him is also warm and comfortable - this situation should not appear in the current Rohan, Sauron's power envelops the country, the ubiquitous dark clouds always cover the sky of Rohan, and the sunlight can only exhaustively leave a blood-red glow on the earth. But this place is not invaded by Sauron's power, and even the sun shining on the human body is still warm and comfortable, not like the blood-red light, which makes people more tired and cringe.

In order to ensure that he can easily recover his mobility after landing, Zhao Mian has adjusted his posture many times in the air, and at the time of the final landing, he showed a supine posture to penetrate the dense leaves, and then fell to the ground, as for the scene before that, he did not see it.

But that didn't prevent him from judging how to get out of here, so he pulled himself out of the earth's tight embrace with some difficulty, and looked around, and the first thing that caught his eye was a very simple color—endless green filled his eyes, and the tall and thick trunks of the trees told everyone about their antiquity.

"Fagong Forest?" Zhao Mian sighed.

Without any surprise, Zhao Mian quickly realized what kind of place he had come, not because he knew this place very well, but because he heard the whisper of the tree again. Although the sound of a howling wind passing through the forest could easily be ignored as the sound of the real wind, Zhao Mian's translator did its duty faithfully, and it clearly informed Zhao Mian of all the whispers of these trees—just as the last time Zhao Mian was here, the trees were full of raging anger and fierce grief, telling stories in ancient languages that young humans could not understand.

But this time there was something subtle in the whispers—in the words of indignation, there was something firm and resolute in them, as if there was some kind of will that united the forest, and the whole forest was filled with the smell of blood.

That's not an illusion, the whole forest is indeed full of blood. After leaving the pit he had created, Zhao Mian made a slight discerning direction from the sun in the sky, and decided to head south, because in that case, he would appear in the territory of the Rohan Kingdom anyway, and would not run anywhere else. But not long after he took a step, the smell of decay mixed with the thick smell of blood was brought to him by a breeze.

Zhao Mian was silent for a while, and then walked over after the smell.

"It's wartime, but it's not very common. Zhao Mian said with some emotion, he threw down the head of a half-orc on the ground in his hand, and looked around- The wreckage of the severed arms all over the ground, there were originally some orcs camped here, but they were obviously caught off guard and received some kind of attack, this attack was beyond their expectations, and extremely powerful, Zhao Mian could see that these orcs did not organize effective resistance, the unknown attacker obviously killed all the orcs here in a very short time, and even Zhao Mian noticed that a strong orc with a white palm print on his head was also mixed in, his lower body was nearly ten meters away from his chest, and the internal organs that had turned black and began to rot were scattered all over the ground。

"It's about ten meters tall," Zhao Mian looked at the orc embedded in the tree, and the scratches of the trees around him told Zhao Mian the height of the attacker, "The paws of the feet don't belong to any known race, but they do have some similarities with the ancient trees on Azeroth." Zhao Mian took two steps and came to this conclusion from a half-orc who had been stepped directly into the ground, "And the strength is incomparable, whether it is bending steel or throwing boulders, it is very easy. These conclusions come from the orc, torn in two, whose armor was visibly damaged and clung to by some creature, "and that the creature has a good relationship with the plants of the forest, and that his walk has no effect on the turf on the ground - it doesn't count as an attack." Zhao Mian squatted down, turned over the corpse of the orc in front of him, and examined it carefully, "These guys still have a little fear and panic on their faces, it seems that these guys at least know what kind of creature is attacking them - but the appearance of that creature should make them terrified and unprepared." Zhao Mian threw down the corpse in his hand and continued to walk forward, the whistling wind seemed to become more rapid, as if to warn Zhao Mian of the danger ahead, he raised his head, looked towards his head, an arm with leaves blocked the sunlight that rarely revealed from the gaps in the leaves, and then grabbed him tightly.

"Iron Golem?" Zhao Mian was quickly lifted into the air, the arm strength of this creature was really amazing, he looked at Zhao Mian with some confusion, and even raised it in front of him and sniffed, and then said suspiciously.

The creature had leafy hair and the skin of a tree, but the thick joints and slightly emerald veins set him apart from the other trees—though he was considered a strange tree before Zhao Mian walked up to him.