There were frozen blood stains on the ground, as well as broken arrows and weapons, and it was clear that there had been a fierce battle. No bodies or stumps were found.

Last night the fat man escaped from the cemetery, and it was from this position that he found a torch or even a bonfire, and in a panic turned into a wolf and fled south.

This place is close to a kilometer from the cemetery, and only a few dozen meters from the camp. At that time, the fat man still heard a fierce shouting behind him, but he didn't see the monster chasing after him, and he was quite glad to come.

Uh, is this a fight between the female warriors in the construction and the pursuers in the cemetery?

At that time, the night was dark and windy, and if the two sides confronted each other for a long time and were extremely vigilant, and were stirred up by this unspecified factor of mine, the possibility of a fight was extremely high!

In this way, these female warriors can be regarded as saving my life by mistake?

But how can we get in touch with them, and we need to get a basic mutual trust and consensus that I am your savior! You have to figure this out......

By the way, Li Fen can write notices, and I can write them too!

The fat man immediately returned to the forest and found a used parchment roll as manuscript paper. There is no brush, and the branches are also very good. If you don't have ink, you use the liquid in a crystal bottle - it's like an inkwell......

Uh, red doesn't seem to be good, impolitely said. The blue liquid is much better.

Oh, the calligraphy effect is slightly worse, but it is mainly due to the tools and materials, especially the smell of ink, which is too special to exert ......

Well, it's all about application, at least the words are written correctly.

"I am a druid, I come from the Gobi tundra of the East, I came across the cemetery after passing through the forest, and I have had countless battles with the monsters in the cemetery, and I have killed thousands of monsters. Yes, I am here to help you, I am not your enemy, we need to communicate. ”

Expressed in the Candras Continental language, it restricts the fat man's literary brilliance to a great extent—he could have written a beautiful and timeless poem......

Although it is not written in the real world.

Well, the meaning is still clearly expressed, and the focus is on application.

As for the savior, it is better to be modest. Being too flamboyant will not end well. Before the druids, don't call them great, but believe that the eyes of the masses are clear......

Then the fat man wrapped the letter, the notice, or the name of the letter, and tied it with a thin vine. Then he took out the longbow from under the tree, and hurried to the front of the camp, and did not creep close until thirty meters were attached.

According to the investigation, the range of the bow and arrow of the female warrior is about 50 meters, and the effective killing is about 30 meters. What is their visual distance, the fat man has no way of knowing - the ability to hear and distinguish positions is very strong.

The perimeter of the wooden fence is still heavily guarded, especially in the morning.

At the command of the fat man, the crow lowered its altitude. Sure enough, even at about twenty meters, the crow was not discovered by the female warrior, and the fat man saw it more realistically.

There is no doubt that she is a woman, she is still a young girl, and she is still a young girl who is sturdy and beautiful. Under the stern and cold faces, there is no rippling heart.

Well, this is the great enemy's current anxiety and anxiety about the future and fate.

The fat man even saw that several female warriors subconsciously bit their lower lipes, obviously in an extremely nervous mood, looking like rookies on the battlefield.

Well, brother is actually a rookie too.

The rookie who saves the world - there is not much opportunity to practice this kind of thing......

The fat man drew his longbow, chose an open space in the camp, and shot it with a "whoosh". And as soon as the bowstring sounded here, the female warrior over there pulled her bow and shot back, and the reaction speed was really amazing. Fortunately, the fat man was prepared, and immediately after ejaculating, he fell down, and quietly rolled on the spot a few times.

The bowstring sounded, and the surroundings were extremely quiet and tense. The fat man slowly moved his body and finally sat down on the frozen ground.

Fortunately, the arrow was inserted into the ground, and although it deviated four or five meters from the fat man's intended target, it did not hit anyone......

It is only about twenty meters away from the wooden fence and the female warriors behind it. Looking through the crow's line of sight, twenty or thirty female warriors were all full of bows—their bows were much shorter, less than half the length of the fat man's longbow—and they could be fired at any moment, and the possibility of misfire could not even be ruled out.

The fat man sat on the ground for a long time. The female warriors who have passed by have round eyes and slightly adjusted ears, like little white rabbits. It seems that the whole body and even the spirit are like a tense bowstring?

Hehe, this fog in the sky is also quite interesting.

Finally a female warrior cautiously walked up to the arrow, pulled it out in confusion, and sent it into a tent in the middle of the camp.

There must be the leader of these female warriors - oh, open the camp gates, the drums are singing, the three animals are ready, and the men who are warmly marching to welcome you, ah no, savior!

But no.

There was no movement in the camp, and then a group of female warriors were on duty. The bow and arrow are still wound, but this time it is not full.

Uh, this leader is too incompetent, right?

Is it good to give a little reaction?

The fat man finally couldn't help it, jumped up with a "puff", ran around the camp, and shouted loudly as he ran, "I am a druid, I am from the Gobi permafrost in the east of the forest, I am enemies with the monsters in the cemetery, I am here to help you, not your enemies, we need to communicate!" ”

It was the arrows that followed him!

Whoosh, arrows don't leave the ass......

The fat man circled the camp twice, and finally returned to the forest in triumph.

There's got to be something I don't know. The female warriors in the camp lack basic trust in the outside world.

How? The fat man held a straw stick in his mouth, looking confused.

Loneliness is shameful. I really want to communicate with the living people in this world! Feel happy to shout twice around the camp?

Huh, ignore me? I go over and shout twice a day, and it's like - uh, who's that, it's completely different from you singing around the girls' dorm building in the middle of the night! It's definitely none of my business that you're beaten by security......

The crow crouched on its shoulders and did not sing, and the fierce poison vine wrapped around its knees.

The fat man broke into the cemetery again, as if he was addicted to playing a game, and if he didn't fight twice a day, he felt that the day was in vain.

To be honest, if the dead old man doesn't let his brother be the savior now, my brother is still reluctant......

The monsters in the cemetery were still in a state of shrinkage, and the front line was just two hundred meters behind the iron fence. The fat man couldn't help but wonder, is this the reason why I patrol every day, or is it because there is a military camp stationed outside?

When was the barracks stationed here and for what purpose? As soon as you have to wait for tomorrow to run laps.

This time, the monsters in the cemetery fought back extremely fiercely. Golden zombies, golden skeletons, pouring out like money. The fat man fought and retreated, methodically picking out the single person to kill, and did not forget to pick up all kinds of loot.

The heat flow in the dantian came unexpectedly, and the sixth leaf was grown.

The fat man was accustomed to this warm comfort, and the golden zombie in front of him had lost its head and was slowly falling. When the fat man leaned over to pick up the crystal bottle on the ground unhurriedly, he heard the bowstring popping behind him, and the sound was much louder than usual!

"Whoosh!"

The sound of breaking the air is extremely poignant!

The fat man didn't have time to identify the direction, so he twisted around in a panic to dodge, but a blazing rocket hit the fat man's left thigh!

Throughout!

"Ahh

Two more arrows came in quick succession, one of which hit the belly of the golden zombie, and the golden zombie burst into flames.

The other shot the fat man's ass and flew away. Although it didn't hit the flesh, the blazing heat ignited the fat man's leather shorts.

Well, the zombies are burning, the fat man's thighs are burning - it turns out that the flesh of the dead and the flesh of the living are grilled, and the taste is different, one is burnt and the other is burnt......

The thighs are burning! The ass is burning!

The fat man gritted his teeth and pulled out the burning arrows from his thighs. Then he carried the burning golden zombie on his back and limped away!

Looking through the crow's point of view, I saw an unusually powerful female warrior standing on the grave, the longbow was already full, and three arrows were pressed on the bowstring!

, my life is resting!

Before and after the fat man patrolled the cemetery, he had seen enough female warriors and killed a lot, but he had never seen this kind of shooting with one bow and three arrows. That longbow is not good either......

Huh, this female warrior is sneering?

, this female warrior's eyes are indifferent, her face is not sluggish, her face is slightly light yellow, and the corners of her mouth are sneering!

Damn, she's alive! (To be continued.) )