Xiaoyao played the banner of Yaozi Shang, changed into tight black clothes, and held a silver plate. The two guard carts followed behind, and the old man Fu the gardener followed the three from a distance, and from a distance it seemed that he was a small junior trader.

The mountain breeze rises suddenly, the sea of clouds drifts away in the twilight, the mountains and mountains are like fairy islands in the sea, the mountain wind rises again, Fuer is hidden in the sea of clouds and waves, and the weather is majestic.

Occasionally, more than a dozen mushroom-shaped thick cloud pillars will rise in the sea of clouds, rising into the sky, slowly falling and drifting away, turning into wisps of floating clouds.

The endless Daze in the distance, a vast expanse, glows with beautiful colors in the sunlight. From time to time, I can see some birds sometimes pounce on the beasts in the forest, and I can also see some huge water tribes swinging tails looming in the lush aquatic plants, and a huge head that pops up from time to time looks around, and the alien land has arrived.

Occasionally, a few fast horses galloped by, and the people on the horses were all covered in shiny equipment, and they galloped past without looking at a few people, but the mud and dust splashed stained the clothes of several people.

After a few days in a row, he felt strange to Xiaoyao, he had prepared various risks in advance, who knew that the road was very peaceful, not even a wild wolf came to disturb, he didn't feel that he came out to practice, to the point that he was like a tour of the mountains and rivers, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Hou Wu, they all say that the jungle is very dangerous, but we have been here for a few days, but we haven't encountered it once, why is this?"

Hou Wu laughed, "It's all praying for peace, looking at your spoken voice, it seems like you're looking forward to something happening?"

"No, I just heard it's dangerous."

"Although it is a wasteland, there are many original tribes here, although the original tribes are subservient to the Great Dragon Kingdom and are inhabitants in the name of our Great Dragon Kingdom, they must also be beyond the reach of the whip, leaving them to fend for themselves. ”

"The dangerous place is the alien tribes and ancient creatures, because of the language and culture, they meet us when they live and die. We walked the trade route between the original tribes, so it was very safe. You can rest assured, basically you can't touch alien races and ancient creatures, they have all broken through the slaughter for thousands of years, and there will be no alien races and ancient creatures on the caravan route, as long as we don't annoy other teams, we won't invite killing. ”

Doomsday Xiaoyao secretly thought, 'Tears and cat girls must be in the mountains and jungles, why did her husband go to the alien race, how did they get along with the alien race, why the alien race didn't kill them' All this is a mystery, whether it can be solved depends on chance.

Doomsday Xiaoyao took out the map and looked at it again, and a route inserted into the belly of Gu Ze was drawn by Doomsday Xiaoyao early, "We should arrive at Rencheng, but why don't we see a city everywhere?"

"It's almost there," said the accompanying escort with great confidence, "the two of us have been to this town."

Look, in front of the col is Rencheng, Rencheng is the most famous is the big bow, the big bow made here shoots accurately, shoots far. Hou Wuyao pointed out far away.

"What's the difference between the bow here and the rest of the bow?" asked the carefree;

"There are many ancient trees of birch and hemlock, and hemlock is an ideal material for bows, and there is an ancient lake in the north of Rencheng. The lake is surrounded by water, swamp crocodiles, and rhino buffaloes, and the tendons of these animals are perfect for bowstrings.

The side facing the archer is affixed with horns, and the outer side is covered with ancient animal tendons, and the bow body is bent into an outward turned arc when it is not winded, so it is called a recurve double bow. ”

"The recurve compound bow shoots far, the lethality is large, and the durability is not suitable for folding, which is the first choice of the generals and celebrities. ”

"If you say that you are a master of 100 steps, you use a different bow to shoot 100 meters, an archer who is worse than your bow, but he uses a recurve compound bow, you can shoot 200 meters or 300 meters, think about it, at 300 meters he will shoot you, and when you can shoot it, it is estimated that you have been hit by dozens of arrows. ”

"Then we'll see how they make such a good bow. ”

The four of them quickened their pace and soon entered Rencheng, the city was extremely lively, and the shopkeeper shook the wet towel in his hand and greeted the guests warmly.

The crowd on the street was still bustling, the young masters of the tribe carried cages and birds, swaggering through the market, and a little girl was pushed down by them on the side of the road, crying.

The business of the bow village, money village, and rice village next to the restaurant is very prosperous, and even the beggars are extremely hard, kowtowing deeply, begging the old men to reward a few more.

The old man of the gardener Fu shuttled through the bustling crowd, running around, and at this time he was like a child who had just come out of the desert, and it was strange to see everything, this touch, that look.

Tavern, the old man's legs couldn't move: "You three go to the inn, this housekeeper will see if there is the person we are looking for in the tavern, you don't have to follow me, I will look for you then"

A few people had already become accustomed to the old man's messing around along the way, and it was normal not to see him for a day and a half, so several people looked around under the leadership of Fang Guard.

A slave somehow annoyed his master, the fat-headed, big-eared, poopy-piercing, angry-eyed black man, raised his leather whip high, and whipped the skinny young man mercilessly.

The leather whip is actually a scrapped bow and arrow, this scrapped bow and arrow thought it wasn't killing, but it didn't expect it to become a more cruel torture instrument.

After a crisp leather band "snapped", there was a miserable low wail. When the skin is opened, the blood splatters down.

The miserable low wail drew a whip that inhaled harder after blowing his beard, and the whip swirled in the air and threw out a red object and hit Doomsday Carefree in the face, and Doomsday Carefree touched it with his hand to see "a piece of flesh and blood".

The whip struck harder on the slave's withered arm, and a piece of skin on the arm flew somewhere, revealing the bones of the white-oozing hand, and the whip cut through the young man's ear and scalp like a knife.

The miserable low wail turned into a wail, and the wail did not stop the whip from whistling, but the tears and cowardly curls made the blood of the beaters and onlookers boil.

Cheers, cheers, and hustle and bustle.

When Doomsday Xiaoyao saw that it was actually a piece of human flesh in his hand, his stomach twitched, and he was extremely uncomfortable, and Doomsday Xiaoyao, who was usually extremely chic, staggered and half-crawled to a place where carrion, swill, and dead rats were left, and he spit out the nut fried cake spring water that he had eaten not long ago.

Hou Wu ran to Xiaoyao and found that Xiaoyao was not a physical problem, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. Quietly waited for the last few dry coughs after Xiaoyao vomited out all the yellow bile in the bar, and then patted Xiaoyao's back.

By the time the two returned to their way, the slaves had been dragged away and were still in the mountain stream that led the wolves. Only a piece of red and blood-soaked soil was left on the ground, but the walls were splashed like red plum blossoms painted by a great painter, which was very eye-catching and embellished with a single gray color.

Hou Wu was familiar with the way and led Xiaoyao to live in a familiar inn, and he went to sleep without eating or drinking at the end of the day.

A few days of mountain roads made the pampered playboy not accustomed to it, coupled with convulsive vomiting and deep rejection of the place, the end of the day fell asleep.

After a day of sleep, I was awakened by the power of my life, and I can't remember how I lived in this inn at all, as if I had traveled through time, traveled through the time of the day, and came to the bed of this inn.

The doomsday who couldn't eat a grain of food, couldn't drink a drop of water, thirsty lips, walked with a ring, and stupid eyes like puppets, was led around the city by Hou Wu and the big men who traveled with him.

Exquisite, fine bows and arrows are all from the hands of lowly slaves. Piles of dead stinky water mangs, swamp crocodiles, and rhino buffaloes are the fruits of tribal heroes' victories.

Whipping slaves was the only entertainment for their masters after dinner. Doomsday's dementia eyes are like scanners, recording everything he sees in Ren's city.

Doomsday escaped without food or drink for three days, and issued an order to leave the city immediately.

Hou Wu asked, "What about the old man, shall we call him?"

Doomsday Escape: "The old man traveled a long distance with us, it was not easy, we still didn't call him, let him eat meat and drink wine here"

Lying on the cart in a drowsy manner, Hou Wu's twenty hard bows purchased with rich experience were placed by Doomsday Xiaoyao's side. Fang escorted the cart, and Hou Wu pushed the cart, carrying the son of the leader of the Death Legion to leave Rencheng.