Zhu Linglu was like a black god wearing a cloak and a swarthy body, slowly walking towards the tribe that was still in confusion in the dust scattered in the sky.

The Flying Silver Wing Short Arrow controlled by spiritual power had returned to Zhu Linglu's side, and Zhu Linglu's left hand was also stretched, absorbing the souls of the dead people around him.

Those bandits are not entirely black, some are white people who have come to this chaotic country to make money with their lives, and there are even Asians, but Zhu Linglu doesn't care about this.

The dead here gave Zhu Linglu more than 4,500 soul points, and as long as he came two or three more times, the task of soul points could be completed.

Zhu Linglu also got some language packs from it, and it was directly integrated into his memory, after all, communication is still very important, and in these African tribes, language is also very confusing.

When everything was calm, Zhu Linglu was already standing in the center of this tribe located in the oasis.

The remaining warriors of this tribe, the old and weak, women and children all knelt down, as if they were radiating towards Zhu Linglu.

They didn't suspect who caused all this, they believed in their eyes, and in their hearts Zhu Linglu was a god from the desert who protected their lives.

Although their tribe also lost a lot of warriors this time, but with the weapons and equipment left by these bandits, including tanks and armored vehicles, then the strength of their tribe can be greatly improved, and after annexing some other tribes, they will also become stronger.

Most importantly, they feel blessed by the gods and they are full of confidence.

"Stand up! Tell me where this is? I'm going south, to the Aslan Luojia Mine! ”

Zhu Linglu pretended to be mysterious, and spoke to the natives of these tribes in the common local language used by this tribe.

Of course, these tribes are no longer covered with leaves and fur, some of them are wearing sweat vests, beach pants, jeans, etc., and some are directly **** and wrap their lower bodies in rags.

But in the hands of the tribe and the natives, they all hold a variety of different guns.

There are also several small trucks in this tribe, which can be used to carry their belongings when the tribe moves, and can also be used when they go out to buy supplies.

At the same time, the tents they live in are not exactly wooden branches and frames covered with fur or something, and some of them look like United Nations relief supplies.

Listening to Zhu Linglu's words, a strong tribal leader who seemed to be in his forties walked over to Zhu Linglu and spread his hands to Zhu Linglu to show his respect.

"Honorable Sandstorm God, we don't know about the Aslanluojia Mine! I just heard that in that direction, there is a large mine that produces very valuable small stones, but that's not where we can use our brains! ”

The leader of the tribe pointed in one direction, obviously he didn't know what a diamond was, only that it was valuable, but as a tribe that was not very large, he also knew that this thing was not something that his own tribe could touch.

Zhu Linglu frowned, but his whole body was hidden in the mask of the cloak structure, and others could only see that his head was completely shadowed, and only a pair of eyes were shining.

Zhu Linglu didn't care about what this tribal leader called himself, he just felt helpless about the vague guidance of this tribal leader, which was the same as not saying anything.

So Zhu Linglu turned his head and walked back, and when he reached the desert, he quickly gathered a sandstorm and flew in the direction pointed out by the leader of the tribe.

However, this side is almost at the edge of the desert, and not far from the desert area, if Zhu Linglu continues to control the sandstorm to cover up, he will expose his figure.

In the end, Zhu Linglu could only disperse the sandstorm again, and walked alone in the desert.

However, in this desert, there are obviously a lot of people, and it didn't take long for Zhu Ling Road to discover an abandoned town-like area, and some people were found on Zhu Ling Road here.

As Zhu Linglu's spiritual power swept by, Zhu Linglu found that the people here seemed to be dressed similarly to those bandits before, perhaps this abandoned town was the temporary lair of the bandit team.

Only more than 200 people were removed, and there were only about 50 people left, of which about 20 seemed to be some female slaves, and the other 30 or so were bandits who stayed behind.

There was also an RV, an armored car and two tanker trucks, all covered with tarpaulins.

The bandits who stayed here also noticed that Zhu Linglu was walking towards them, and as they observed, they found no trace of anyone else, so they couldn't help but feel interesting.

If this is a lost traveler, it is equivalent to sending them to the door to let them play.

So when Zhu Linglu approached the temporary gate of this abandoned town, two bandits with guns came up, but they did not immediately show their fierce appearance, and seemed to be ready to play with Zhu Linglu.

In the ruins on the side, there were still four or five bandits hiding, all of whom pointed their guns at Zhu Linglu, and if there was anything wrong with Zhu Linglu, they would shoot.

Zhu Linglu couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of his mouth when he looked at them, Zhu Linglu took a fancy to the RV they parked here.

Since you can't fly, let's take a car.

However, this also requires someone to open it, so Zhu Linglu is ready to spare the lives of a few people.

"Hey, there's someone here, great, great! I'm lost! I don't know where I am! Can you help me! ”

Zhu Linglu also made a playful look, shouted loudly at the two who came up, and then put down the hood covering his head, as if shouting excitedly.

However, Zhu Linglu did not use his true face, but transformed into the appearance of a black man in his thirties.

"Rest assured, we are arms dealers! Why are you still here alone! That's not a good idea, man! ”

A black bandit looked at Zhu Linglu and asked with some doubts, he instinctively felt a little strange from Zhu Linglu's side.

Originally, I couldn't look carefully through the remote observation of the telescope, but now that I got closer, how could a person, dressed like this, be the so-called lost can be explained.

And looking at Zhu Linglu's state, the clothes he was wearing were clean, and it really didn't look like he was in a state of being lost in difficulty.

These bandits can live in such a chaotic country, and they are not some stunned young people, they are all experienced, otherwise they would have died a long time ago.

So he spoke, but his steps stepped back.

The other bandit standing next to him also felt a little bad, and directly pointed his gun at Zhu Linglu, and shouted even more, "Shoot, shoot!" Wrong! ”

"Don't you just stop playing? What a pity! ”

Zhu Linglu said a little unpleasantly in his mouth...... (To be continued.) )