The path of rebellion of the Metropolitan Governor was that of a man on the road.

He held back three times before leaving Tuda, Jayron, Bang Shuai, Tarzan, and 139 in the base. His reasoning: a person has the smallest goal and is not easily exposed. Seeing him on the road alone, Phirina almost dried up her tears behind him, as if she was looking at the back of a figure who would never return.

Each has its own destiny, each has its own path, everyone has their own role, Zhou Yu thinks that this is his fate, no one is more suitable than him to enter the tiger's den, and no one is more suitable to go to hell than him.

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the enemy, the Metropolitan Governor did not bring anything, and only carried a flat burden, two medicine baskets and a medicine farmer's outfit. This is the third time he has secretly infiltrated Drunken Flower City, the first time is to save Philena, the second time is to save Philena, and the third time is to save Phirina's country.

Why am I so bored and unrequited love sneaking into the branch plot of Drunken Flower City? Thinking of this, Zhou Yu shook his head self-deprecatingly.

Dense forests, spring water, paths, birds and insects.

It's really pleasant, Zhou Yu bent down and drank a full water by the stream, and then threw a handful of hands on his face, happy! It's so exciting! If you can just be so indisputable with the world, grow vegetables, raise chickens and pick medicine every day, and then marry a farmer's daughter-in-law and have a baby, how beautiful and pastoral a kind of enjoyment is?

Suddenly, the birds in the forest took off and fled in all directions.

It's not good, someone is coming, look at this posture is not one or two. The Governor hurriedly folded the baskets together, and retreated into the depths of the dense forest with one hand and the other with the other. This kind of trail is made by pedestrians who come and go, and in addition, the dense forest is full of towering ancient trees that shade the sky and the sun, and it is very easy to hide.

Soon after he took shelter, he heard hurried footsteps and noisy human voices, and looked at the sound, dozens of people dressed as villagers fled in panic, men, women, children, and embarrassed, those women ran and fell, and threw the child in their arms out, and quickly picked it up and patted it, and continued to flee forward.

Looking at the tail of the fleeing troops, with the blessing of the traitorous eye, Zhou Yu could see the distance was almost three or four times that of ordinary people. At this moment, he could see the expression of the woman at the back.

It was a peasant woman in her twenties, holding a child who looked to be less than a year old.

"Poof—"

Startled by the Governor, the peasant woman suddenly stopped running, her eyes wide staring ahead, her mouth opening as if she wanted to say something but couldn't, and blood gushed out of her mouth.

Looking at her chest again, three feathered arrows came out of her back, and not only the miserable mother, but even the baby in her arms was shot through, and the crying stopped abruptly.

Plop and fall to the ground.

Two corpses and two lives, the Governor clearly saw the woman's dilated pupils desperately seeking forward, as if looking for the hope of life, but God did not give her this opportunity. Blood stained the earth red, and the tinkling of the brook seemed to turn into a mournful roar.

Bastard!

Zhou Yu put the medicine basket on the ground, picked up the hoe in his hand, and followed the cover of the dense forest to the path of the path.

"Phew—"

With a wave of his hand, the pursuing force slowly stopped.

I finally saw the murderers who killed civilians, and it turned out to be them: the familiar heavy armored horsemen, the familiar skeleton horseman, and the familiar headless men's group. Since the Headless Knights fell into the hands of Tristan, they have completely become an evil force, burning, killing, plundering, and doing all kinds of evil, and there are few villages and cities around Drunken Flower City that have not been poisoned by them.

Some villagers with neat legs and feet have already fled for their lives without recklessness, abandoning their families and businesses, and running as far as they can. And the rest are these old, weak, sick and disabled women and widows in front of them, who can't run fast, can't fight, and surrender uselessly, what else can they offer but give their lives?

"Do!"

Tristan's armor Governor would never forget even if he died a hundred times, and he had a painted cross on his chest identical to Lancelot's, a symbol of Crusader status that would not be found in the entire Borderlands. The only difference is that Lancelot's one is red, and his one is dark blue.

Originally, the task assigned to Zangduo was to clean up the portal for the elven clans, and he encountered the headless horseman legion to kill him. But I didn't expect that I wouldn't miss it when I walked by, so that the lonely Metropolitan Governor would meet it.

Since it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, today Lao Tzu will do the right thing for heaven. Oh no, it's the duty and mission of Sorento, and this evil spirit in the ranks of the righteous is to let you executioners die and be buried.

But...

But to kill this group of powerful headless horsemen, Zhou Yu's ability can't do it. The last time I inflicted a heavy blow on this group of maniacs, it was by the power of the cannon, whether you are a human being, a god, a demon or a ghost, you are all scum in the face of high technology. But these are not possible for the Metropolitan Governor to go wherever he goes.

There was only one thing he could carry with him at all times—his brain. But here and now, even if his brain is twisted into coconut water, it can't improve his combat effectiveness much. One or two, even three or five, think of ideas, dig traps, and use strategies, maybe they can also be killed, and there are hundreds of headless horsemen in front of them, can they do it by pioneering and innovating and using their brains?

Joke.

In the flash of lightning, seven or eight more villagers were killed by arrows. Tristan, the leader, kept saying "dod", it turned out that he was playing a game with this group of executioners, five ghost riders in a group, more than who shot and killed more people at once.

Seeing that the lives of each other ended in front of him in such despair, Zhou Yu's nails pulled out the flesh in his palm, and he was dripping with blood but didn't know the pain.

He closed his eyes and remembered Kun. The possession of the first kun, manipulated himself to slaughter the entire tribe of Fispes; The second time Kun's possession, he pulled out the hard nail of Chongtan by himself.

If it is said that the first time is an unintentional mistake, it is forgivable that the Metropolitan Governor is possessed by a ghost without knowing it. But the second time was that he took the initiative to awaken the killing god in his body, Kun told him very clearly, with the power of the ancients, he would lose part of his own heart, so Zhou Yu would be stupid for two days after the battle of the Fallen Leaf River Jiangxin Fortress before he woke up.

He didn't mention it to anyone, his feet had turned emerald green after that battle, maybe this was what Kun was talking about. Once this green color fills his whole body, Zhou Yu will completely lose his mental nature and completely give his entire body to Kun.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world, and there is no innate divine power for nothing. Everything is an exchange, everything is a contract, and this Metropolitan Governor understands and readily accepts it. Life should be like this, no one should pay for whom, parents and children are like this, if there is favoritism over the other, it comes from the scale in the heart.

After several conversations with Kun, I found that he is not a bad person, and if his body can be handed over to his hands, it is much more cost-effective than dying under the butcher's knife of the Water King Li or the King of Destruction, although life cannot be accounted for everything, but if it is not clear, who will send the bill for the lives of Zhang Xianzhong, Lucy and Borada?

The communication with Kun is very smooth, and the current Grand Governor has mastered the method of calling him at any time. It's simple, just say his name in your heart, but you have to be religious, you have to be free of distractions until you have a clear lake in your ethereal mind, as if you were standing on the shore of Lake Baikal.

"You called me?"

"Hmm!"

"Do what?"

"Did you see that?"

"I see, but what does it have to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me, hehe, but it has something to do with you."

"Don't you still have that theory? These are my people, and they are all dead, who will serve me, right? ”

"I didn't say it, you said it yourself. But to be honest, I really didn't think so this time. ”

"And what do you think?"

"I'm just pure hatred."

"Hatred, why?"

"You can't understand it, my hatred comes entirely from hatred for the abuser, and has nothing to do with all ethics, morality, gains and losses, success or failure. And in your world, the law of the jungle and survival of the fittest is an objective law, and whoever lags behind should be beaten. I've known this for a long time, and you don't have to say it. ”

"yes, why did you ask me to come out when you knew you knew you were going to do it?"

"I'm going to use your power."

"Isn't that still? Have you thought about it? ”

"yes, how many more times can I use it?"

"I don't know, I've never used this kind of spell, it's the devouring method used by the oldest poison division in the Borderlands, I've only died once, and the first living person I've met in a thousand years is you, how do you think I know?"

"It's okay, come on, if you don't come again, everyone will die, and it's useless to get on your body!"

"Have you thought about it?"

"Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law, old man."

On the ground, Zhou Yu felt that he was cold from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai, and the whole person was like stepping on an electric door, his muscles rapidly expanded and then withered, then expanded and withered, and the blood in his veins suffered from ice and fire, like a thousand Gu addictions, and for a moment the Metropolitan Governor even hoped that he would die immediately.

This is really not an ordeal that ordinary people can endure, and it is becoming more and more intense and violent every time.

I hope that on this lonely road, I can go a little farther, this kind of life-burning battle is like a candle, and the final outcome will definitely disappear, disappear, and disappear without a trace.

But isn't the Governor longing, hoping and longing for this kind of destruction in his heart? It is said that man will enjoy pain under extreme conditions, and man will enjoy despair under conditions of extreme grief and indignation, which may be what Hegel said:

If you live in an irresistible pain that cannot be changed, then this pain will be your happiness. Give yourself hope and courage, shout that it's no big deal, and generously say 'big deal is death'!