Chapter Ninety-Four: The Ancient Temple, the Dryad, and the Grandma
Seeing that all the personnel were collectively completed, Xiaolan stepped forward, calmed down, and said heavily: "Teammates, I am your deputy head of the regiment, Lan Xiaoli, the matter of the regiment commander, I think everyone knows about it, and everyone is very aware of the danger of going here, what I want to say is that even if it is the end of the world, even if it is a desperate situation, the country can ignore us, the army can abandon us, but we must not abandon our regiment commander and those teammates." Life and death are uncertain, but we have a reason why we have to go, if the head of the regiment is trapped today and we don't save it, then tomorrow it's our turn, who will save us again"? Speaking of which, the fat man's honest smile swept through Xiaolan's heart, if the fat brother was here now, how nice would it be?
Hearing Xiao Lan's words, among the people who were about to leave the mercenary group, a few more people joined the queue with red faces, and seeing that everyone had checked the equipment and weapons, Xiao Lan gave an order: go. The line of about 150 people, lined up in two rows, walked slightly chaotically towards the main road in front of the square. Six troop carriers were parked on the side of the road. There was also a female soldier and several soldiers with male surnames standing next to him.
Xiaolan walked at the front of the team and talked a few words with the foxy-looking female soldier, the fat man had no intention of eavesdropping on Xiaolan's conversation, but his super hearing still made him vaguely hear: "Sister Xiaolan, that's all I can help you, I have to leave quickly, if my dad knows that I secretly lent you these cars, I guess I'm going to lose my temper again."
Xiaolan said movingly: "Thank you, Sister Xiaoqing, it's good to have you as a friend, if I can't come back this time, please tell my father, just say I'm sorry for them." We've got to go, goodbye." After the two said these words, the female soldier named Xiaoqing gently hugged Xiaolan and silently led the team away.
"Let's go, the brother with good driving skills is responsible for driving, the other brothers get in the car, time is precious, we have to hurry up" Xiaolan said this lightly, the first one got into the cab, and the soldiers behind scrambled to jump into the carriage. One cart can pull about 30 people, about 150 people, and five troop carriers, which can just fit down. As the car started, the team began to board the Jingcheng Expressway and drove in the direction of Wuling Mountain.
When the fat man was staggering in the car and closing his eyes to recuperate, the old man of the system, bubbling for the first time in the past few days, gave the fat man an unexpected surprise in the fat man's consciousness: "Fat man, wake up, there is a task, host task, wake up quickly."
The fat man opened his eyes, looked at the dim roadside, and then closed his eyes: "Old man, tell me first, I'll see what the task is"?
"Host Mission: Kill the third-level demon beast monkey group in Wuling Mountain, eliminate the fourth-level monster Millennium Fragrant Tree Demon Grandma, after the mission is successful, reward the host with one million experience, 100,000 merit points and 100,000 merit points, fatty, in view of your current level, this task experience has also increased several times, brother is interesting."
Yes, the fat man was secretly unhappy: "I just killed a black old lady a few days ago, you have another tree demon grandma, do you want to find a female ghost to play with you as Nie Xiaoqian, I have this task, how can I do it for some old ladies, you can get me a beautiful snake demon like the one on Sanyang Mountain, at least it is not eye-catching." Grandma Dryad, my luck has really declined to Grandma's house. Okay, this hematopoietic brother took it." The fat man reluctantly agreed, anyway, if he didn't take it, he also had to find a way to destroy the third-level demon beasts of the Fog Spirit Mountain and rescue the head of the regiment, Zhang Wenjun. That dryad, when the time comes, just look for it and take it with you. The fat man ignored the horror and horror of the dryad. The thousand-year-old dryad, coupled with the fusion of Emperor Flowing Pulp, is that easy to mess with?
Along the way, I stopped and stopped, and from time to time I encountered some fragmented zombies to block it, and the vehicle had to stop, and after cleaning up these zombies, I re-ignited and drove on the road. After fighting and walking along the way, when the sky was about to dawn, I finally arrived at the foot of Wuling Mountain.
Mountains and mountains are clustered with fog and spirit mountains, the wall is steep and the cliff is not climbable, I know that it is impossible to stop, and the ancients control the Xiongguan here. Wuling Mountain is the main peak of the Yanshan Mountains, with an altitude of 2,118 meters above sea level and a forest coverage rate of 93%. It is a key natural environment protection area in China. It is also a survival point of temperate forest ecosystem and a rare distribution point of macaques.
Xiaolan jumped out of the car with the team members, did not stop at the bottom of the mountain, and directly took a hundred and fifty people, and rushed towards the Hongmei Temple at the peak of Wuling Mountain.
The fat man didn't dare to slack off, his figure flickered, and he followed behind not far from Xiaolan, and there would be all kinds of dangers from the mountain at any time.
Along the way, the scenery is beautiful, the mountain peaks are steep, the waterfalls, the strange rocks, endlessly, these team members have no intention of watching, everyone is full of strength, rushing to the mountain.
The road was surprisingly quiet, with very little resistance, with only a few zombies rushing to block everyone's path. Xiaolan randomly sent a few team members to kill them by dividing them by two.
Closer to the top of the mountain, there are two lines of big red characters written on a large cliff in front of you: the first tree in Jingdong, a thousand-year-old poplar. The fat man's heart jumped, something bad happened.
The fat man shouted in his heart: Old man, dead old man, you come out for me, thousand, thousand-year-old tree demon, you give me a thousand-year-old tree demon to come out, let me destroy it, isn't this a food delivery? You can't let me go to death, right?"
The old man lazily said in the fat man's consciousness: "Cut, what should I do?" Dryads are generally peaceful, don't like to fight, and it is difficult for the dryad to transform into a shape, I can guarantee that this dryad has absolutely no transformation now, you kid will find a way to kill it when the time comes."
The fat man was speechless. Regenerate a monster with a peaceful surname, you are going to kill others, and it is strange that people don't give you a hard time. Yes, he was cheated by the old man again. Thinking of this, the fat couldn't help but secretly raise his vigilance, keeping an eye on the surroundings at any time, lest the dryad jump out and harm people at any time.
The fat man had no bottom in his heart, and gently patted a team member next to him: "This big brother, the thousand-year-old fragrant poplar tree written on it, where is the thousand-year-old fragrant poplar tree, why can't I see it?"
The team member smiled and signed back: "This brother, at first glance, he is not from Tianjing, we Tianjing people have never been to this Wuling Mountain, this fragrant poplar is not here, in the backyard of Yunfeng Temple at the top of the mountain on the other side, I have been here several times before, just go to Yunfeng Temple to see the big fragrant poplar tree, there are several times."
The fat man's heart is wide, it's good not to be here, it's okay, there is something to save it, and he can't take care of Xiaolan for a while. Thinking of the tree demon grandma in the movie, his heart moved, and he opened his mouth and asked: "Are you sure it's Yunfeng Temple, not Lanruo Temple, big brother, your surname, you won't be called Ning Caichen, right?"
The four more were sent, and the weak shouted weakly, begging for tickets, begging for collections, and asking for all kinds of begging.