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Qian Ji ran away, and the sound of horses' hooves faintly spread farther and farther from the entrance to the valley.

At this moment, the fierce eagle wing hunters standing behind surged over with a "whoop", expressing their excitement and excitement around the road.

In the wasteland, this kind of "intimacy" is only born between the deepest friends, Zhou Lu enjoyed more than a hundred warm "friendships" at once, how strong are the hands of those men, Zhou Lu grinned at the Hou.

Lei Haole's eyebrows fluttered, and he only knew to repeat over and over again: "Well done, well done!"

can humiliate Hu Biao under the arrow, now see what face the fox hunt has to come over to provoke, and when the two teams of horsemen meet again in the future, Lei Hao can scold each other as a grandson arrogantly. Thinking of the cool place, Lei Hao couldn't help but laugh, completely ignoring the majestic image of the centurion.

"These bunnies!"

On the side of the big tent of the Chinese army in the distance, the head of Meng Yan kept seeing this before pacing into the big tent with his hands behind his back, and the head of Meng Yan couldn't stop smiling when he left.

I originally thought it was a useless waste, but I didn't expect the fat man to turn over and become a brave hunter. As if he had picked up a treasure for nothing, Meng Yan's hunting chief was overjoyed.

"Great Elder, you've miscalculated. ”

The head of Mengyan decided that no one would tell him about this matter, so he let himself pick up the cheap and secretly have fun.

"Get on the horse, let's get out. ”

After laughing for a long time, Centurion Lei Hao finally remembered what was going on, and roared on his horse, more than a hundred people stopped the noise and jumped on horseback, the sound of horses' hooves like rain resounded through the valley, and the six teams of Eagle Wings passed through this valley and drove to the west mine.

The cavalry was on the road, and the road was surrounded by these men, and the madness of the people came up again, bragging and farting, and choreographing some of the troubles of the old hunters he hated, and when it came to interesting places, the crowd burst into bursts of laughter from time to time.

After defeating Qian Ji, Zhou Lu's identity as a brave cavalry hunter has been determined, and invisibly, Zhou Lu's prestige in the team has been raised to a very high level.

Centurion Lei Hao couldn't help but laugh with the team, and sometimes stepped forward to pat Zhou Lu on the shoulder.

Zhou Lu felt that such a day was very nourishing, and there were so many people around him to listen to him brag, which greatly satisfied his little vanity.

However, Zhou Lu knew that this qiē was all based on his defeat of Hu Biao and Qian Ji, and it was all based on the fact that he had cultivated into a brute cyclone in the dantian, and his strength had been reborn.

"It's so fucking cool. ”

Zhou Lu mingled with the hunters, smug in the middle of the hunters.

......

The cavalry walked through the dense wilderness and through the deep forest, and on this day they traveled on a rugged mountain road, which was steep, and from time to time the horses' hooves stepped on gravel and a shower of stones rolled down into the mountain stream.

The fatigue of the days of rushing made everyone stop talking, carefully control the horses, and vigilantly go up and down the winding mountain road.

After crossing this mountain, you can reach the station of the West Mine Eclipse Cave for more than 100 miles.

After a few days of marching, after the novelty of marching life slowly subsided, Zhou Lu felt that it was not too interesting to laugh, and a heart could not be suppressed, which made his heart gradually full of anxiety and worry.

The cluster of flames in the dantian, because it was summoned during the sacrifice of the Heavenly Demon Festival, Zhou Lu has always called it demon fire.

This cluster of demon fire has been sick and unable to keep up his spirit since it burned and refined his skills that night, and the flames jumped and popped, looking weak, as if they would be extinguished if they were not careful.

Obviously, the burning refining power consumes the energy of the demon fire itself, and Zhou Lu has no idea how to replenish the energy of the flame.

Zhou Lu's current vanity is all given by the cluster of demon fire, if the demon fire is out of three long and two short......

Thinking of this, the flesh all over Zhou Lu's body trembled involuntarily.

"Little demon, little demon, wake up, are you hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

......

Zhou Lu didn't get an answer after calling over and over again, so he had no choice but to experiment on his own, he first used the brute cyclone to absorb the barbarian energy between heaven and earth to refine and cultivate, and with the brute cyclone, Zhou Lu's cultivation was obviously much faster than before.

However, his skill has increased, but the demon fire has not improved at all, and it is obvious that the energy of the demon fire cannot be replenished by the increase of his skill.

Zhou Lu thought again that in ordinary life, fire needs to be burned with firewood to maintain it, so is his "little demon" also short of firewood?

Zhou Lu was ruthless, and even secretly pulled off a few grasses, peeled off a few pieces of bark and mixed them in the military rations.

Aren't those just "firewood".

However, the obvious cluster of flames did not appreciate this feeling, and those "supplements" actually did not reach the dantian at all, and went down the intestines of Zhou Lu.

......

Later, Zhou Lu really had nothing to do, riding on the back of a horse worried and secretly blaming himself, he really regretted that the night he first got the demon fire, he was too excited to experiment, so that his "little demon" vitality was greatly damaged.

In the painful self-blame, after days of marching, this day, the West Mine is finally in sight.

It is a towering barren mountain, the dark brown rocks are rough and exposed, extremely steep and precipitous, making the whole mountain look dangerous, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely from the other side of the mountain, rendering the mountain a magnificent atmosphere.

The wide mountain road leads all the way down.

On the winding mountain road, several ox carts lined up slowly, and the back of the ox carts were full of crushed ore, and the ruts made a creaking sound on the mountain road.

On the wheel of the ox cart at the front, there was a dark-faced old clansman, who saw the oncoming majestic Eagle Wing Brigade, and the old man smiled kindly in the wrinkles on his face, touched his chest with one hand, raised his other hand high, and shouted loudly:

"Zarantule!"

Zarantul means blessing in the Turkish language, and the centurion Lei Hao rode on his horse, and with a smile on his face, he put one hand on his chest and raised the other hand, and shouted to the old man: "Zarantul." ”

Amid the sound of tiny ruts, the ox cart convoy staggered past the Eagle Wing Brigade.

The West Mine is located on the border of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and further away, the wilderness is filled with many sand bandits, as well as a barbarian tribe composed of uncivilized blood barbarians.

In the West Mine Mining Area, which is famous for its spread throughout Ugin, if it were not for the bloody battles of the Eagle Wing Army over the years, how could there be such a peaceful scene.

Zhou Lu rode on the horse, and watched the ox cart convoy go away in a daze, and suddenly there was an inexplicable feeling surging in his heart.

Zhou Lu's personality is inherently alien to the pedantic, old-fashioned, and conformist set of things, and he is stern against the irrational warrior spirit of the tribe, but he is also naturally easily moved by some feelings.

Beside him, those free and easy men laughed and wandered freely, and what they thought of now was not what they wanted to be warriors in the wasteland, they were going to the most difficult tribal frontiers, and it was the tribesmen there who they had to defend with their blood and even their lives.

From the cordial greeting of the old man on the ox cart, Zhou Lu could see how close and cordial the relationship between the Eagle Wing Army and the clansmen here was, just like seeing the father of the same hunting ground......

Zhou Lu suddenly felt that a responsibility was quietly pressing on his shoulders.