For Zhuoma's leapfrogging thinking, Lu Ziming smiled, but what he was thinking about was his current situation.

Watching Zhuoma jump up the hill quickly and disappear behind the hillside, he seemed to be touched by something in his heart, and suddenly turned his head to look at the cattle and sheep grazing at the bottom of the mountain, and a cold air rose from behind to the top of his head, and his hands and feet were cold.

He finally knew why Sanar ignored the existence of his supernatural person, he didn't believe that Sanar didn't doubt his identity, and even what Zhuoma could see could naturally hide from other people's eyes.

Looking at the thousands of huge cattle and sheep under the hillside, he suddenly understood that it was not that they didn't notice it, but that they simply ignored their own existence.

He didn't know if the herdsmen had discovered the preservation of fortified meat, or if the meat quality of the dark creatures also had the effect of fortifying meat, a herdsman who lived with cattle and sheep all day long, his body had long surpassed ordinary people, even if he was not a super-capable person, but the strength of his body itself could not be underestimated.

Just now, it can be seen from the speed and agility of Dolma's jumping that Dolma's physique has reached the peak of a second-order powerhouse, which was unimaginable before.

From the outbreak of the virus to the present, herdsmen eat a large number of cattle and sheep of dark creatures every day, every 1000 grams of dark creatures is equivalent to 1 gram of fortified meat, if they are not miscalculated, herdsmen ingest about 3 grams of fortified meat every day, maybe nothing a day or two, after a long time, the body has undergone obvious changes, Zhuoma can reach the peak of the second order of the powerhouse, what about others?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, every herdsman in the entire camp was a strengthened person, and some of them might have reached the third order or above, so naturally they wouldn't take themselves seriously.

The inherent thinking limits himself, and it also restricts Sanar and others, in their eyes, he may be an ordinary person, and he may not have anything to do with superpowers, Dolma asked himself if he was a superpower, and he didn't care if he was a superpowerer, but he misunderstood what Dolma meant.

Looking at the herdsmen shuttling back and forth in the camp, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and a seemingly absurd thought flashed. The herdsmen living scattered on the grassland, after the outbreak of the virus, lost the least of the population, once they become strong, will they ride war horses and wield war knives to the south, as they did in ancient times?

The herdsmen are full of wildness from the bones, and the strong conquest has not diminished for a day, and Dolma's words of hegemony are proof of doing a good job.

When hot weapons appeared on the stage of history, the threat of nomads disappeared, but after the outbreak of the virus, the effect of hot weapons became weaker and weaker, except for nuclear weapons, of course.

I can't imagine that after these herdsmen eat a large number of dark creatures every day, and their physical strength reaches the balance point of the threat of hot weapons, when the evolved war horses surpass the mechanized legions in terms of speed and adaptability, won't they plan for their own living space?

After suddenly losing his mind, he smiled, he was worrying about the sky, he couldn't worry about the things in front of him, and he was still in the mood to think about the herdsmen's, didn't he hold on before he was full?

This may be the sequelae of my own legacy in the enclosed space, and I think about the most important things in an extremely complicated way, just to kill those empty and lonely times.

Thinking about the connection, he stood up, patted off the weeds stuck to his body, and watched the afterglow of the setting sun. At this time, huge fires were lit on the grass outside the camp, lighting up half of the night sky. The Summer Lake Festival in Zhuoma's mouth starts tonight and lasts for a week, and maybe in a week, he will have to leave here and need to recover his injuries.

Cunzài himself in the camp was an outlier, no one paid attention to him, and no one talked to him, as if he was just a passerby, and after a hurried glance, it seemed that he had seen nothing.

No one drove him away, no one pulled him to drink and talk, and no one pulled him to sing and dance around the fire. The herdsman in charge of the barbecue of the cattle and sheep only glanced at him, handed over a large plate of mutton, and ignored him.

Tasteless, he walked to a cart with a large plate of roasted mutton, jumped on the grass-covered cart, looked up at the stars in the sky, and listened to the sound of the horse-head piano and cheerful laughter from the camp.

The night enveloped the whole camp, the bonfires were shining like stars in the sky, at this moment, everyone forgot their troubles and pains, this is a sea of laughter, a paradise of happiness, Lu Ziming was also infected by songs and laughter, those sturdy herdsmen danced the ancient dance, those women in beautiful costumes danced around the fire, this moment made him a little distracted.

"Don't you have a crush on that girl, you can participate in their dance, and if that girl invites you, you don't have to sleep in the open air. ”

He glanced at Dolma, who was climbing onto the cart, whether this guy was in the breeding period, or the commotion of youth, he didn't even have a decent dress in his crotch, and he thought about women all day long, and he didn't know which woman could take a fancy to him.

"Why don't you go, I'm just a passer-by, don't make up your mind about me?"

"Do you know what kind of men those girls like?"

"I don't know what men they like, but I know what kind of men they hate. ”

"Forget it!" Dolma said disdainfully: "Don't look at how many years older you are than me, when it comes to the girl on the grassland, you are not as ...... as me."

Lu Ziming didn't bother to continue to discuss this issue with him, it was a little bit like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, only Zhuoma was talking to him in the camp, and he was considering letting him teach him to ride a horse.

Dolma continued: "Remember what I asked you to do? The prairie worships the strong, if you are capable, you can participate in the warrior conference to be held in seven days, the victor can not only enter the holy mountain to find the holy sword, but also get the favor of the most beautiful woman on the prairie, and the strongest warriors are sent to the surrounding camps, you don't want to try."

"Holy Sword, is it a legend?" The Holy Sword suddenly aroused Lu Ziming's interest in talking.

"Legend has it that Genghis Khan, the greatest khan of Mongolia, came to the River of Troubles at the most difficult time and prayed to Changshengtian on the top of the mountain for seven days and seven nights, and Changshengtian used Genghis Khan's blood clot when he was born to create a sword of kings, and later Genghis Khan really unified Mongolia. After the death of Genghis Khan, the sword passed to Möngke, and after Möngke's death, Kublai Khan and Ali Buge fought for the throne of Khan, and the sword disappeared. Some people say that this sword is hidden in the sacred mountain of Saiying Mountain, and only the strongest warriors can be recognized by this sword, inherit the dream of Genghis Khan, and unify the entire Mongolian steppe. ”