"The Empire is going to build a fortress here!"

"If you're tired, stop here for a while! Relax for a few days, and then walk!" said the handsome young man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Montenegro scratched his head: "Actually, I like this ancient war ship very much, driving this ancient war ship, rampage, very happy!"

The handsome young man smiled bitterly: "You can't kill in person, you don't have the aura of killing, you don't have the aura of despair, and you don't have numbness, how can you complete the task of Tsing Yi and the Great Commander?"

Montenegro wondered: "Isn't it to kill the aliens? It's okay for the aliens to die, so why bother how they died?"

The handsome young man muttered to himself in his heart: "I thought that this old demon of Montenegro was also a smart person, but I didn't expect that he was also an elm head and didn't understand anything!"

"What I'm saying is obvious, he still doesn't understand, I really don't know how such wisdom came up with the idea of casting an ancient ship of war!"

While thinking about it, he suddenly saw the black mountain in front of him staring at him angrily.

"What are you staring at me? I feel like you're going to eat me. The handsome boy was cautious.

Montenegro nodded: "You say in your heart that I am the head of elm!"

"I feel insulted, so I want to kill you. ”

The handsome young man's face changed greatly: "I am also a strong title, how can you sense my thoughts? Could it be that all the titles can sense the minds of others?"

Montenegro sneered: "Master, my title is infinitely powerful, why not sense your mind?"

The handsome young man coughed: "I was just thinking about it just now, don't you mind!"

Montenegro was silent, groping for the head of the iron lion with his big hand, and the lion opened his mouth and tore his hand, and the sparks of the bite burst out.

The handsome young man shuddered, and hurriedly said:

"I'll go to the center of the ancient ship and get the teleportation altar out, you take the teleportation altar and people with you, go and kill!"

As he spoke, the face of the professional he possessed distorted, and his handsome face disappeared, returning to his original appearance once again.

Later, the professional looked at the black mountain ignorantly and said, "The lion bites your hand, don't you hurt?"

Montenegro smiled: "It doesn't hurt...... Would you like to try it?"

The professional shook his head and sneered, "My hands are not as hard as steel!"

As he spoke, he stepped back one after another, for fear that Montenegro would put his hand in the lion's head.

However, he couldn't take a dozen steps back, his face distorted, and he was once again a handsome young man.

The handsome young man twisted his neck, looked at the distance between himself and the Black Mountain in astonishment, and then, with strange steps, walked up to him, waved his hand, and a golden battle flag appeared in his hand.

The golden battle flag is not big, but it is more than a foot high, it looks small and exquisite, and it is made of gold.

There are no runes, no lines, no magic fluctuations, and it's bland.

"Take this battle flag, kill on another continent, and open up a living space for the human race!"

"When you find a suitable place, place the Golden Battle Banner on the earth!"

Montenegro was silent, a little, grabbed the battle flag, and said in a deep voice:

"What is this thing collecting?"

The handsome young man smiled: "Collect death!"

Montenegro smiled: "How can I count my military merits? With them, I can get millions of military merits every day!"

The handsome young man smiled: "The military department also gives you millions of military merits, and moreover, it also allows you to use the materials for cultivating the five internal organs for free." ”

Montenegro was ecstatic when he heard this: "The military department actually has all the materials for cultivating the five internal organs?"

"Ahem...... Only partially!" the boy chuckled.

The corners of Montenegro's mouth twitched: "It turns out that it is also a lie!"

"Then so be it! There is a teleportation array on this golden battle flag, and the military department will send some masters to help you!"

Black Mountain sneered, pointed at the iron lion and said, "A master like this?"

"A master like Long Ji!" the handsome young man smiled.

Black Mountain was gone, and he rolled up the golden battle flag and stuffed it into the mouth of the iron lion.

The handsome young man gave him another magic bag, which contained all kinds of supplies, and told him when to use it.

Then, he took the iron lion in one hand and the land of bones in the other, rode the primeval yak, and charged straight ahead.

Along the way, when he was tired, he would sleep on the ice and snow, eat iron pills when he was hungry, drink copper juice when he was thirsty, and when he met a foreign race, whether he was old or weak, whether he was sick or disabled, he directly carried an iron lion and stoned him to death.

Running wild, there are very few creatures on the ice field.

He crossed the abyss and climbed the iceberg.

He was almost torn to pieces under an endless hurricane, and he once dug up exotic flowers and plants in an ice cave to eat them.

Walking like this, I don't know how many days and nights I walked, the snow and ice decreased, the temperature increased, the endless ice disappeared, and the tundra wasteland was replaced by it.

He ran hundreds of thousands of miles across the tundra wasteland before finally seeing ...... Alien!

On the edge of the permafrost, a tribe survives here, and in the tribe, a large number of kobolds survive.

With rudimentary farm tools and even with their claws, they reclaimed wasteland in the land, planted plants, and obtained subsistence rations.

An old kobold, with his descendants, toiled, and then, lighting a hookah, smoking in the field.

"Twenty years ago, our tribe actually had a huge steel monster!"

"That steel monster has seven or eight weird tails. It is able to use its tail and plow on the hardest ground. ”

"At that time, I also used the potatoes produced in the earth to go to a city hundreds of miles away to exchange a piece of human flesh. ”

"That human flesh was delicious, the best meat I've ever eaten in my life. ”

Looking back on the past, the old kobold looked happy.

Several young kobolds Hara stayed:

"What does human flesh look like, how delicious is it, and it's even better than a potato?"

"Why don't we grow human flesh?"

The old kobold shook his head and sighed, "Legend has it that human flesh is produced on a creature called a human!"

"That creature is weird, it doesn't look like ours! ”

"It is said that the first thing we want to eat when we see it must be human flesh!"

The young kobold looked excited: "Let's work hard to farm the land, and when the time comes, we will also use the potato to go to the city to exchange human flesh to eat!"

Young kobolds, for the sake of human flesh, are full of fighting spirit.

They wielded sharp tugging, frantically digging holes in the frozen soil, and then, planting the hope of human flesh.

The old kobold, on the other hand, leaned against the ground, smoked a hookah, and tightened his tattered bark coat, feeling as if the weather was getting colder again.

Whew, whew!

The cold wind was blowing against the bold, and a cold snap visible to the naked eye was howling.

The old kobold felt his limbs stiff, and his flesh and blood were rapidly frozen.

He smoked the hookah hard, but the hookah was already extinguished.

His eyes blurred, and finally, he saw a blurred shadow.

When he saw that shadow, an endless desire appeared in his body: eat him, he is delicious!

"Is that a walking human flesh? I want to eat him!" the young kobold shivered from the cold, but his heart was full of longing. (To be continued.) )