As the saying goes, a hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen, Rao is Zhao Zhu is now in a seriously injured state, and there is not much strength left, but the perception of danger and killing in his bones is still there, and he can clearly perceive that behind him, there is an increasingly obvious sharp intention approaching;

Zhao Zhu, on the other hand, kept rummaging through things, and continued to talk to himself, as if he didn't notice it at all;

The black shadow's dagger was raised, ready to start, and stabbed at Zhao Zhu suddenly, Zhao Zhu's whole person turned forward, and his head was upside down into the big box in front of him, and the lid of the big box was also covered at this time, and the black shadow's dagger stabbed into the air, but he still subconsciously opened the box with his other hand, and Zhao Zhu, who was squatting in the box, was holding a vajra crossbow right at him:

"Hey!"

With this greeting, there was a sound of breaking the sky, and the crossbow arrow shot out, directly penetrating the black shadow, and then piercing the yurt, tearing a big gap.

The black shadow's body shook a few times, and then he fell to the ground in disbelief, losing his vitality, he never expected that he would actually die at the hands of a face, he was originally going to assassinate the female lord, he pounced, thinking about killing Zhao Zhu quietly so that he could hide here and wait for the opportunity to attack again, but there was no future.

Zhao Zhu stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, this vajra crossbow was too domineering, his palm was also numb when he just shot out, and the sharp sound of breaking the air also pierced Zhao Zhu's eardrums, this is something that happened to be found in the box, Zhao Zhu just wound it quietly, and then killed it with one blow, the effect is still good, and this crossbow is relatively strong and small, suitable for personal carrying, it is estimated that it should also be the protective weapon that the female lord carries with him on weekdays. It's just that he went out in a hurry just now, so he didn't take it away, but saved Zhao Zhu's life.

Habitually, Zhao Zhu first squatted down and touched the assassin's body, the assassin was wearing a black veil, and after tearing it open. found that she was still a woman, with several scars on her face, and she was quite old, and Zhao Zhu still touched her all over her body despite the feeling of discomfort, and found that there was nothing else except the dagger in her hand, too, as an assassin, it is impossible to carry too many things on his body, otherwise it is easy to expose his identity.

Zhao Zhu rewound the vajra crossbow. Hidden in the fat cuffs of his robe, and then looked at it, he still put away the female assassin's dagger, judging from the luster of the dagger, it should be quenched poison, anyway, Zhao Zhu is now poor and white, and he has nothing on his body, so he carries it when he sees anything suitable.

At this time. Outside the camp came the sound of horses' hooves kicking the ground, as well as the sound of fierce shouts of killing.

It's a fight outside.

Zhao Zhu groaned slightly. decided to leave this yurt first, its goal is too obvious, and no one can say that only one assassin will come, maybe after a while, the enemy army will directly rush in, then Zhao Zhu can only be blind, Zhao Zhu is not looking forward to saying that the boss of the other party is also a woman and also likes himself.

Lifting the curtain of the yurt, Zhao Zhu felt a strong wind sweeping towards the door. Subconsciously squatted down to dodge, a knife against Zhao Zhu's hair and slashed over, a soldier in black armor was slightly surprised when he saw Zhao Zhu dodging, and then raised the knife in his hand to prepare to chop it again.

"Buzz!"

Zhao Zhu's vajra crossbow was directly launched again at this time. The crossbow arrow pierced the black-armored soldier, this armor was very defensive, and the crossbow arrow actually failed to shoot in, but bounced away, but the huge force contained in the crossbow arrow still knocked the soldier out, and his chest was also dented in a large area, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Regardless of whether the other party was dead or alive, Zhao Zhu immediately got up and started running in one direction, fortunately, the shackles around his neck had been untied by the maid when he was helping him take a bath, otherwise Zhao Zhu really couldn't run at this time.

After running for a while, Zhao Zhu found that he had more and more nowhere to escape, there were more and more black-armored soldiers around, and the people in the original tribe began to fight and retreat, obviously because of the heavy casualties and obvious defeat, so he was ready to abandon the camp here.

The changes on the battlefield are often ever-changing, Zhao Zhu just saw a little bit of the situation at this time, a team of black armor soldiers roared away, they didn't care about Zhao Zhu, a slave huddled in the corner, just desperately chased and killed the men in this tribe who could still fight with weapons, but this cavalry swept like this, so that the area where the two sides were originally stalemate was cleaned up, and the infantry of the black armor soldiers directly occupied an absolute advantage and began to continue to rush with the cavalry. It would be a little unrealistic for Zhao Zhu to secretly transfer himself out at this time.

Immediately, Zhao Zhu went directly into one of the ordinary yurts, and frowned directly after entering, it was full of corpses, piled up with two layers of corpses, most of them were old and weak women and children in this camp, Zhao Zhu listened to the increasingly dense footsteps outside, and directly got into the pile of dead people, and smeared some more blood on his body, and then remained motionless, slowly letting his body enter a state of turtle breathing, which is not a difficult thing for Zhao Zhu, who has a foundation for meditation, It's one of the few things you can do right now with a serious injury.

Soon, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and several black-armored soldiers walked in, the war in this area has basically ended, the other party has been defeated and retreated under the leadership of the lord, and they and others just want to clean up the battlefield, they don't need to take prisoners, because they don't look down on the women and children of these lowly races, and absorbing them will make their bloodlines impure, so they treat these inferior peoples who rob them of not much survival resources, and their practice has always been to kill them all.

Something happened that made Zhao Zhu a little frightened, these black-armored soldiers actually began to mend knives on the dead one after another, as one of the black-armored soldiers got closer and closer to him, Zhao Zhu's inner fluctuations were also intensifying, but from the outside, he was still no different from the dead corpses around him.

A black-armored soldier stood in front of Zhao Zhu, and slashed at a corpse on Zhao Zhu's side, and then he raised the knife again, Zhao Zhu was ready to take a hard knife, even if it was eaten raw, Zhao Zhu still had the ability to continue to maintain a dead state that did not move anything, this concentration was still there, but in case this black-armored soldier directly cut the key parts of Zhao Zhu's body, such as the neck and head, it would really be completely over.

"Woo woo woo !!!"

The horn sounded suddenly, and these black-armored soldiers immediately stopped the process of mending the knife, and rushed out to gather, and after they were all gone, Zhao Zhu opened his eyes slowly, and cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Zhao Zhu is very eager for strength at this time, if he is still himself at the peak, these soldiers can still get close to him? Where do you need to hide in the pile of dead?

However, these temporarily unrealistic thoughts were quickly thrown out by Zhao Zhu, just as Zhao Zhu was thinking about what to do next, the yurt suddenly caught fire, it seemed that the group of black-armored soldiers were ready to gather, and simply burned all the places with a fire, even if there were fish that slipped through the net, he was burned to death like this.

Zhao Zhu immediately got up, took off the robe on a corpse next to him, and then soaked the robe in blood, and then took out a dagger and dug a pit for his head, buried his head in the pit, and the blood robe was draped over his body, as the fire grew bigger and bigger, Zhao Zhu still felt the pungent smell of smoke, and the smell of meat emitted when the surrounding corpses were burned.

Due to the particularity of the beam when he first entered the mission world, Zhao Zhu's soul and body were very traumatized at this time, and even the ability of the starving ghost could not be used, otherwise Zhao Zhu would have already begun to absorb the living people here to recover himself, what Zhao Zhu lacked now was the right medicine or supplement, as long as his body or Linghu could recover some, just like if there is no water when a well draws water, pour a glass of water into the water pump, and then press a few times The water will continue to come up. What Zhao Zhu lacks now is the little thing at the beginning, as long as he can take a breath and recover a little vitality, then everything below will be solved.

Fortunately, there wasn't much to burn in the yurt, the fire was very big all of a sudden, and then it slowly went out, Zhao Zhu felt that his whole body was hot, but he still continued to lower his head and endure it;

endured it, felt that the fire was extinguished, and his body was not hot, but he still didn't dare to stand up and take a look, gradually, Zhao Zhu actually fell asleep directly in the charred pile of dead people, and I don't understand whether it was because of the overflowing smell of meat around him, Zhao Zhu's sleep was much more stable than before, and it was not until late at night that Zhao Zhu woke up, quietly raised his head, crawled out of the pile of dead people and looked, and found that the surrounding area was already a ruin with smoke, and those fierce and vicious black-armored soldiers were gone.

With a long sigh of relief, he finally escaped, Zhao Zhu regained his freedom, and he no longer needed to be a slave or a woman's face, which is certainly a good thing, but with Zhao Zhu's current state, it is too difficult to survive in this desert, in fact, Zhao Zhu is still inclined to be the face of the female lord first and then wait for an opportunity to recover from his injuries, and pay a little of his chastity in order to survive, which is still within Zhao Dashao's bearable range.

Just as Zhao Zhu was about to continue picking up some food and drink in the ruins, not far away, there was a neat sound of trumpets:

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The Dead Cruise Ship, dragged by thousands of rune-laden slaves, slowly moved here.

Zhao Zhu remembered that he had seen this scene when he first came out of the yurt during the day, but now he saw it again, and Zhao Zhu was a little puzzled, why did a few people who didn't fall kill and kill, and this cruise ship still continued to travel here? Aren't the tribes going to do anything to it?

After the cruise ship was closer to him, Zhao Zhu was stunned to find that this was actually ...... Mirage. (To be continued.) )