After the prompt appeared, Yang Bingdang was pulled into the battlefield space.

In an instant, Yang Bing found that three groups of cave people with the numbers of 15, 15, and 16 appeared on the opposite side of the battlefield.

Nima, it's a loss! Yang Bing's heart trembled when he saw the number of cave people. Aiming at the attributes of the cave people, Yang Bing said bitterly: It's really aggrieved that there is no distance!

Creature: Cavemen

Tier: Tier 1

HP：5

Attack: 4

Defense: 3

Damage: 1-3

Speed: 4

Morale: 0

Lucky: 0

Special Ability: Imperverted by the Blindness Magic Image.

What to do? What to do? Countless thoughts swirled through Yang Bing's mind, and in the end, Yang Bing had to choose a way with the least loss, which was to use griffins to seduce the top two teams of 15 cavemen, and then the spearmen went to fight the bottom team of 16 cavemen.

Although there are a large number of cave people, it is a pity that these cave people also have no wisdom and no heroic command, and will only rush to the nearest griffin first, so Yang Bing's plan succeeded smoothly, regardless of the fact that the griffin was held by two teams of 15 cave people, and the feathers fell to the ground.

I saw that the two centaurs in the bottom corner had collided fiercely, and the spearmen really deserved to be the overlord of the first-order soldiers, just stabbed 12 cavemen to death with a single shot, but Yang Bing's operation was still a little watery, and he was attacked twice by the remaining 4 cavemen and killed a spearman.

There was no way to be a tough battle, so I had to resist hard, the griffin led the two teams of cavemen to the direction of the spearmen, and the gunmen quickly ran up and knocked over the 12 cavemen again, just when Yang Bing stared at the other team of 15 intact cavemen, a golden eagle symbol suddenly appeared above the heads of the spearmen, and the morale was high! Yang Bing couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh, and sure enough, God helped me, so he stabbed the chrysanthemums of another group of cave people with spearmen again, and then the griffin bravely pounced on a cave man again. Obviously:

"It was a brilliant victory!"

"You lost 1 spearman"

"You gain 345 XP."

"You get gold 46."

"You get Wood 5."

"You have captured an abandoned sawmill that provides you with 1 unit of wood per day"

Staring at the experience of a thousand years of speed and slowness, Yang Bing had to sigh again that the experience came too quickly, and he felt like cheating. Stones! Where the hell are you, stone? Yang Bing had to complain, because 5,000 gold was not much pressure on him, gold could be exchanged for gold in reality, and there were 16 units of wood, not to mention that there was also a lumber mill, which would be enough immediately. But the stone is only 7 units! It's still more than half, where to get it. It's really tangled.

After cleaning up his mood, Yang Bing continued to wander around the map, and before he knew it, time was running quickly, and then within a radius of one kilometer, Yang Bing once again wiped out several waves of mobs, and his experience was only three hundred years away from upgrading. He inadvertently looked at his watch, then was stunned, and then looked at the last calendar: 219:54 on the 2nd day of January in the first year of the last calendar.

He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be five o'clock when he came in, and more than ten hours had passed? Not good, isn't ten hours a few days? The fire outside should have been extinguished long ago. Gotta go out and see, I don't know if they survived the corpse tide after all!

Glancing at the world in front of him, which was still shrouded in the fog of war, Yang Bing flew back to the castle on a griffin. It wasn't long after he left, but suddenly a humanoid creature with red eyes flashing and his whole body shrouded in black robes appeared at the edge of the mist on a skeleton warhorse.

Just when Yang Bing saw the outline of the castle a few kilometers away, suddenly a building with a mysterious luster attracted him

"Grandpa, have you seen Yang Bing?" Zhang Youqin grabbed Zhang Xin and asked.

"My little granddaughter, if she doesn't care about her grandfather first, but cares about other people, is she taking a fancy to that kid?" Zhang Xin smiled.

"Grandpa is dead, don't talk about it, I'll go tell grandma that you bullied me." A hint of blush flashed on Zhang Youqin's face, and then ran away in a panic.

"Hey!" After Zhang Youqin left, Zhang Xin sighed softly in his heart, he clearly knew that Yang Bing was at the center of the explosion, even an iron lump would be melted, not to mention people, in his mind, Yang Bing was silent, but he didn't want his granddaughter to be sad, so he could hide it for a while! It is said that time is the best healing medicine, and maybe after a long time, it will naturally be forgotten.

Zhang Xin thought about it and walked out of the gate of the town police station, and the flow and noise of the crowd in front of him seemed to make him feel like he was back before the end of the world. Just as he was in a trance, a staff officer ran out quickly.

"Report, most of the zombies have been wiped out, and there are about hundreds of thousands of people left who have dispersed and will no longer pose a threat to us."

Zhang Xin was instantly pulled back to reality, he looked at the staff officer who was still panting and shook his head slightly: "Go and call all the battalion commanders and a few generals to the office." ”

Yang Bing remembered that when he came, he didn't notice that there should be something here, maybe it was the fog of war that blocked it! Yang Bing made an excuse for himself, and as he gradually deviated from the direction of returning to the city to probe the fog of war, Yang Bing suddenly found a strange light flickering on the edge of the darkness, and when he approached, his breathing suddenly became short.

A moment later.

When Yang Bing approached the building that was surrounded by a faint glow, he finally recognized this thing, he tried to touch the building that emitted a halo with his hands, and a text naturally appeared in Yang Bing's mind: You found a primary magic temple, on which the spell [Magic Arrow] was inscribed, but unfortunately you didn't have a magic book with you, so you couldn't record it!

I grass!

When Yang Bing received this text, he couldn't help but burst into a foul language.

The initial excitement and excitement turned into disappointment in an instant, because Yang Bing discovered a very tragic thing, that is, people in the Heroic Invincible Plane need a magic book if they want to cast spells.

But the question is, where did Yang Bing get the magic book in his hand?

He does have a castle and can build a magic guild, but the most important thing is that he has no resources, and he can only look at it but not use it.

Seeing a powerful long-range spell right in front of him, he couldn't learn it himself.

There is nothing more tragic in the world than this.

It's like 10,000 grass and mud horse beasts running wildly in their minds.

Yang Bing walked around this primary magic temple with hatred, and even had the idea of packing it up and carrying it back in his heart.

But.

Eventually, he gave up.