Several charred corpses around them were no longer recognizable, and even the skeleton war horses were burned to ashes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of the devouring of the skeleton general, Zhang Fan also had some sadness about the death of the skeleton war horse.

The red dragon spewed fire, and flew off to other places without even looking at it, seemingly at random.

It was the second middle school boy who knocked Zhang Fan down, he was wide and blocked Zhang Fan with his body, so Zhang Fan was almost unscathed.

Behind the second middle school boy, those green skins have turned black, except for Zhang Fan, all of them are injured.

"Let's go back to the village first"

Zhang Fan waved his hand weakly, and there was still a little burning sensation in his braincase, the temperature of the flame was too high, and almost all the shields of the sword and shield soldiers were scrapped and melted.

"Brother, my brother!"

Huang Mao suddenly fell to his knees, crying at several charred corpses.

The people who reacted too slowly just now and were burned to death before entering the encirclement were almost all the little brothers of the yellow hair, those cavalrymen.

They have not yet learned the qualities of warriors, they did not follow the orders of the old man at the first time, and they were one step slower.

"Cry a fart, get up for Lao Tzu, and take your brother back for burial"

Zhang Fan kicked down Huang Mao and scolded: "Lao Tzu's war horse is dead, I haven't cried yet."

Seeing Zhang Fan kicking his eldest brother, more than a dozen cavalrymen immediately looked at each other angrily.

"Why, do you want to fight?"

Zhang Fan was also angry, he was already in a bad mood, and someone came to touch him.

"Don't offend the village chief!"

Huang Mao shouted with tears in his eyes, and silently put a few charred corpses on a few motorcycles.

Today can be said to be extremely unlucky, just came out of a monster did not kill, and a few partners died.

Zhang Fan sat on the back seat of the motorcycle with an ugly face, and now that there is no war horse, he can only take other people's motorcycles in the future.

Some soldiers with more severe burns also sat in the back seat of the motorcycle, while the rest of the soldiers who were able to walk trotted behind.

"Xiaofan, what's going on?"

Ye Xuanyue saw that Zhang Fan had just gone out for a while, and then came back with a group of wounded soldiers, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

When the peasants saw Zhang Fan coming back temporarily, they hurriedly accelerated the efficiency of their work, and thought that Zhang Fan had come back on purpose to catch the lazy.

"Alas, it was not good to go out of school, and I met a dragon"

Moved a stool and sat down, took a glass of water handed by Ye Xuanyue, Zhang Fan sighed.

The crowd also put their wounded companions into the barracks to recuperate, and threw weapons and shields into them, and after a while they could be restored to new condition.

Only the second junior was the saddest, he didn't have his own orc barracks, so he could only sit on the ground and wait for his injuries to recover.

But the orc's healing power was very strong, and after only a few minutes, new flesh grew from the wound on his back, and the charred flesh fell to the ground.

This healing speed has gone beyond the realm of mortals, and the second middle school boy is less and less like a human.

After listening to Zhang Fan's narration, Ye Xuanyue covered her mouth, her eyes full of surprise.

It's one thing to hear, it's another to see.

The dragon, which was tens of meters long, only spewed out a single flame to crush a team, and if it weren't for the sword and shield soldiers to block the flames, this time it would definitely be wiped out.

And the dragon can fly, and the archer's arrows can't shoot at such a high distance.

It can be said that the giant dragon is an insoluble existence for the current Zhang Fan, there is no possibility of victory at all, and even the possibility of escaping is very small, if it is not for the fact that the dragon does not care about such a group of ants, as long as it has another flame, I am afraid that it will not be able to come back today.

"Let's take a morning break"

Zhang Fan gave an order, and the soldiers sat on the ground and rested.

Huang Mao was burying his little brother, crying and dying, sure enough, he was a gangster who had just debuted, and he hadn't even seen a dead person.

A group of farmers who were working, looking at the charred corpses, realized how happy they were to wait for them to cut down trees at home.

Taking advantage of the break, Zhang Fan and Chu Tian began to draw a map.

The places I walked on the map were lit up, so I drew a hand-copied map according to the map on my phone.

Chu Tian's painting skills are very good, the terrain details on the map are depicted very clearly, and there are also annotations on the side of possible monsters and beasts.

The local map is good, and the new route is planned again.

First of all, the Flame Mountain and the seaside are absolutely not allowed to go, going to these two places will definitely kill people, Zhang Fan is a little afraid.

Among them, Zhang Fan focused on the place that the fat man said, that is, the glamorous female ghost who appeared in the dream, and 3 points of spiritual power could not be missed.

After a morning of trimming, the wounded soldiers all recovered, and the sword and shield soldiers held brand-new shields, and Zhang Fan had confidence again.

After the death of his brother, Huang Mao seems to have become much more mature, and the cynicism and mischievous nature of the little gangster have also been subdued a lot.

Let's go again!

There is no time to be sentimental, or even time to rest, only by constantly embarking on the road of becoming stronger can we protect more people.

Without the skeleton war horse, Zhang Fan could only sit in the back seat of Huang Mao.

Zhang Fan sat in the back seat, carrying a bone sword, and it was quite refreshing to look at the scenery of another world along the way.

But when you get to the mountain road, it's not very cool.

"You slow down, slow down"

Zhang Fan grabbed the rear armrest of the motorcycle a little nervously.

Now it has opened to the mountain road above the gold mine, the mountain road is very narrow, and there is a cliff next to it, but the yellow hair is still very fast, which makes Zhang Fan feel creepy, if there is a little mistake, it is basically dead if he falls.

"Village chief, don't worry, even if I drive a motorcycle over a tightrope, it's no problem."

Huang Mao is full of confidence, and the skills of the cavalry have affected his riding skills, so it can be said that he is proficient in any mount.

After passing a stone with a strange position, if the motorcycle drove up, it would definitely skid, Zhang Fan just wanted to remind, Huang Mao didn't know how to do it, and the motorcycle suddenly flew up and jumped over the stone!

Zhang Fan completely relieved his heart, worthy of being an old driver.

A dozen motorcycles roared through the narrow mountain road and over the old fat man's village, which was already empty land, and it was completely impossible to see that there had ever been a building here.

Ahead was the marked location, a wide opening, and a faint glow flashed inside.

That's what the fat man said.

From afar, it looks like a horror movie scene, and I don't know how the fat man crashed into it.

Coming to the entrance of the cave, Zhang Fan jumped out of the car and decided to walk.

When I got closer, I realized that this was not actually a hole, it should be said that there were many plants, and they grew all over the ground and along the wall, leaving a hole in the middle.

As soon as he entered the entrance of the cave, a completely illusory, slightly gray figure flew violently in the air.

The indifferent and ruthless woman's face continued to enlarge in Zhang Fan's eyes.