Chapter 609: I Am a Chinese (Page 1/1)

Xiang Ningxuan said: "Finally, I have a small request. Like you trolls, we humans are divided into many nationalities. You don't necessarily go back to save the Deadwood Troll, but if Amani Troll is in trouble, you will, right? There are still many of us Huaxia people in Bagan, and I hope you will treat them well. ”

Zu Jin patted his chest and said, "No problem! The Chinese are Amani's friends! Amani never betrayed a friend. ”

"Okay, it's not too early, and it's time for me to go. When I come back from Tianzhu, we'll talk again. Xiang Ningxuan waved goodbye to Zu Jin.

Zu Jin was still immersed in his great cause of founding the country, waved his hand to Xiang Ningxuan, handed him a bone ornament that exuded a bloody aura, and then said, "With this, you will be able to pass through the territory of the Amani Empire unimpeded." With that, he continued to sit cross-legged on the ground and study the map.

Ahh

Xiang Ningxuan took the ornament and looked at it, [Amani Bone Ornament] Fine-grade ornament: a symbol of Amani's troll friendship, holding this ornament can freely walk in Amani's territory. Inflicts [Deterrence].

Hanging the ornament on the six-tusked white elephant, Xiang Ningxuan called back Emoris and the others and continued to set off.

Sure enough, the troll warriors he met along the way all respectfully sent Xiang Ningxuan away.

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Xu Zanji felt that the world was whirling, and the dappled sunlight sprinkled down through the layers of branches and leaves, which seemed strange. The branches and leaves in front of me are actually retreating.

Some sticky blood covered his right eye, which was very uncomfortable. He tried to reach out and wipe it, only to find that his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't wipe it at all.

"Oh, I remember. We were attacked when we were out looking for food, and we didn't die. "Xu Zanji is a 23-year-old Chinese from Bagan. My great-grandfather came to Bagan with the army during World War II, but was injured in the battle and stayed here, and in the end, he simply got married and had children and settled in Bagan.

After the apocalypse, Xu Zanji struggled to survive in a surviving colony of more than 3,000 people. Because the stored grain was soaked in the soup during the rainy season, the settlement was short of food, and the top brass had to send people around to search for everything that could be used as food.

Xu Zanji joined such a hunting party. He was not born a hero class, but he was young and dared to fight, and finally advanced to the hero class some time ago. originally thought that he could be promoted all the way to the pinnacle of his life, but he didn't expect to be attacked by trolls.

"Wait, troll!" Xu Zanji reacted at this time. Nima's capture by the trolls is probably worse than dying in battle. If you die in battle, you will be gone. But being captured by trolls, it would be miserable. There are countless horror stories about trolls circulating in the settlement, and any one of them is creepy.

He turned his head to look, and found his hands and feet tied to a calf-thick stick, carried like pigs to the slaughter by two slightly emaciated troll laborers.

More than a dozen sturdy troll warriors, armed with battle axes or spears, guarded the prey.

For the strength of elite troll warriors, Xu Zanji has a deep understanding. Any one of them can fight ten new hero classes like him. These more than a dozen elite troll warriors, except for the elites of the settlement, others can't bear it at all.

There were five or six other women who had come out with him to gather food, tied with ropes and strung together, all with sad faces, apparently anticipating their fate. But in the face of these trolls, they couldn't resist at all.

The group trudged through the forest, and the trolls were in high spirits, occasionally kicking and punching those who fell last.

"Boom, boom!" A dull sound came from afar. The trolls, who had been in disarray, immediately set up their formations vigilantly, and several troll laborers retreated with their captives in tow, while the troll warriors with shields and javelins hid behind large trees.

The voice became more and more thoughtful, and it sounded like some kind of behemoth was advancing. A glimmer of hope rose in Xu Zanji's heart. If this monster loses both sides of the troll, maybe he still has a chance to live.

"Fight! Fight! Although there was blood in front of him, Xu Zanji still tried to raise his head and look into the distance with his eyes wide open.

A white beast broke through the jungle with heavy footsteps, approaching the troll's ambush.

Such a giant beast looked like an elephant, but it had six tusks, and its body was as tall as several stories, and it was not easy to mess with. Those trolls can still take advantage of them even if they are ambushed. And, even more surprisingly, there were two hanging compartments on that elephant, and there seemed to be people inside. It's a human, not a troll!

This is simply great news, if it weren't for Xu Zanji's throat being so dry that he couldn't make a sound, he would definitely loudly remind the other party that there was an ambush. If you're a human, if you defeat the trolls, you might be able to survive. At worst, he was killed by these troll laborers, so he could die a happy death.

Good! The two sides approached. The trolls began to scream. The trolls rushed out! The trolls are on their knees, on their knees, on their knees!

I'll it! What's the situation? How do those trolls kneel down to humans?

After some negotiation, the elephant walked towards this side, and at the same time, the trolls also called for the laborers to escort Xu Zanji and the others over.

Five people, two monks, two women, and a young man who looked like a leader sat on the hanging compartment of the six-tusked white elephant and said, "I am a diplomatic envoy from the Huaxia Republic, and I am passing through here on a mission. I have made a pact with Zujin, the leader of the Amani trolls, that they will no longer capture people for food or sacrifice. So, you are free now. ”

With a wave of his hand, several troll warriors who had come with him, who were obviously neater than the other trolls, stepped forward, received Xu Zanji and the others, and untied the ropes that bound them. Give a few people some water and food.

After the apocalypse, after experiencing many hardships, even women did not cry uncontrollably, but seized the time to drink water and eat to recover their strength.

Xu Zanji drank some water and ate some dry food with minced meat, and the constitution of the hero class made him quickly rejuvenated.

The Republic of China! He looked at the man sitting on the white elephant with six tusks with reverence on his face. What a great kingdom it was! Let the murderous trolls give up cannibalism and sacrifice of the living! I'm afraid it's harder than making a tiger a vegetarian. But people just passed by and did it with a few casual words.

It must be a great blessing to live in such a powerful country. They don't have to go hungry and frightened every day, and they don't have to venture to troll-infested areas in search of food. They can return to the safety of their homes after work to spend time with their families, or go shopping and watch movies, and have weekly holidays to rest.

"Smack!" Xu Zanji slapped his thigh suddenly, and suddenly remembered that he was also from Huaxia. Before his death, his grandfather kept telling him: "Remember, you are from Huaxia!" Your veins are bleeding from the blood of Huaxia! ”

This is the Chinese language that Xu Zanji remembers the most, so he exerted his strength and shouted: "I am a Chinese person!" ”

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