Tang Mo frowned and suddenly thought of a question, "Aren't you orphans?"
There were frequent battles on ancient battlefields. How could those who died not have family members? Aren’t those young people like those before just grown-up children?
The three people in front of me were dressed in shabby clothes, patched unevenly, and their hands and faces were all black. They really didn't look like they were being cared for by adults.
Sure enough, the boss scratched his head and said, "So what? Hand over the spiritual crystal!"
Tang Mo pursed his lips and felt compassion.
She wanted to ask how many orphans like them there were, but so what? She was new here and couldn't change anything.
After a moment of silence, Tang Mo turned over his hands and took out a few spiritual crystals and a body-building secret, and said: "You can't survive on the ancient battlefield without strength, so practice hard.@·无码first~~"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual crystal and the secret technique flew in front of the three of them out of thin air.
They took it blankly, and when they looked up again, the figure had disappeared.
On the way back, Tang Mo felt a little heavy. She had only been here for less than a day, and she had already felt the cruelty of this place.
In fact, she wanted to give them more spiritual crystals, but they were innocent of the crime, and she was afraid that some of the children would be targeted by someone who wanted to do it, which would lead to disaster.
Therefore, just taking out a few pieces will at least allow them to eat a few more meals.
The same goes for the secret method. Tang Mo didn't know the attributes of their spiritual power, but the secret method of body training could be practiced regardless of its attributes. As long as he was willing to work hard, self-preservation would not be a problem in the future.
Once they gain strength, their lives will naturally improve.
Tang Mo let out a sigh of relief and thought to himself, there are so many poor people in the world. If you can help, you can help. If you can't help, there is nothing you can do. She is not the savior.
There is no need to let such things affect your mood.
Thinking that he would soon start decorating his new home, Tang Mo subconsciously speeded up his pace.
Time is running like water, and in a blink of an eye, it’s the day of joint corpse hunting.
During this period, Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu also left the war fortress, but they did not dare to go deeper. They were afraid of being surrounded, so they turned around and ran away every time they saw a large group of war corpses.
Although the combat power of the two of them is far higher than that of the same level, they can't handle too many zombies.
Moreover, war corpses also have levels. The ones they saw before were only the lowest. There are general-level war corpses, king-level war corpses, emperor-level war corpses...any one they encounter can be enough for them to drink.
Of the pot.
After several battles, Tang Mo also absorbed some fighting spirit. She is a mind master and can better understand the wonders of fighting spirit.
This is especially evident on the armored giant.
Previously, the armored giant had a sinister aura that gave people a somewhat evil feeling. But with the addition of fighting spirit, the armored giant now looks more like a victorious general on the battlefield.
Before reaching the entrance and exit of the war fortress, I saw a group of young people gathered in the distance, at least a few hundred, among whom there were also a few middle-aged people, who were probably responsible for leading the group.
"Master Fu! Miss Tang!" Geng Lei waved hello from a distance.
The two of them quickened their pace and walked over. Tang Mo smiled and said, "I didn't expect there were so many people."
Geng Lei said: "This is just the younger generation. The older generation will come out last. By then, the kings and emperors will accompany us to destroy the war corpses."
Fang Chonghui also said: "The scale of the corpse hunting this time is relatively large. I heard that there is unrest deep in the battlefield, and several emperor-level war corpses have condensed. If we don't eradicate them, we will be in trouble when they evolve into saint-level."
Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu were a little impatient after hearing this. They really wanted to see the scene of the battle between emperors.
"By the way." Geng Lei said: "There are also a few outsiders at Fortress No. 6 who came in earlier than you. We have met before and we will introduce you to them then."
Tang Mo raised his eyebrows and nodded indifferently.
But Fu Yunxiu asked more, "There don't seem to be many outsiders?"
"There really aren't many." Fang Chonghui recalled: "Basically, it takes several years for a few people to come in, but this year is a lot. I heard them say that the outside world doesn't know much about the ancient battlefield, and it's just a coincidence that they can come in."
Fu Yunxiu nodded, secretly guessing that the map might have been drawn by someone who left here, but maybe it was obtained by someone from Feilong Village.
None of them knew what the map represented.
Tang Mo obviously thought so too, and the two of them were completely relieved and forgot about Feilong Village.
The four of them were chatting casually. Not long after, a dozen powerful auras rose into the sky and landed at the entrance of the war fortress in the blink of an eye.
Then a strong voice sounded: "Children, follow me out of the castle to hunt corpses."
Hundreds of people shouted in response, their fighting spirit soaring into the sky that they pushed away the clouds in the sky.
Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu were both shocked. If these people were put outside, would they be killed by all the major forces? How many of their peers could match their bloody spirit and fighting spirit?
If it can grow up, it will definitely be a very terrifying force.
A large group of people set off in a mighty manner, thrusting straight into the hinterland of the battlefield like a sharp sword. On the way, they merged with the people from the other two fortresses, and instantly developed into a large army.
When there are more people, the journey becomes slower. Occasionally, when they encounter small groups of war corpses, they are directly eliminated by the warriors on the periphery. Tang Mo and Fu Yunxiu, who are in the middle of the group, have no chance to take action.
It was really boring to walk around like this for a long time.
After a long time, the emperor-level warrior leading the team finally spoke, "Get ready to fight."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding atmosphere changed.
Groups of war corpses surrounded them from all directions. In just a few breaths, the army of warriors was completely surrounded, and an invisible fighting intention came to oppress everyone.
Tang Mo looked from a distance and saw that the fighting corpses headed from several directions were all very powerful. At the end of the day, they were at the king level, maybe even the emperor level.
"It's finally about to begin." Fu Yunxiu's eyes were burning with fire, obviously he had been looking forward to it for a long time.
The outbreak of the war. No wrong update@
The seniors who led the team each ducked to confront the war zombies that were obviously superior in strength, and the rest of the group also rushed towards the group of war zombies.
Those who are strong will kill more, and those who are weak will cooperate in hunting.
This is the case with Fu Yunxiu. His thunder field is very suitable for group battles. After a short period of adaptation, the warriors who were enveloped in it exerted 120% of their combat power, and the more they killed, the more courageous they became.
Tang Mo put on his telekinesis armor, rushed out of the thunder field, and fought alone.
Throwing knives and runes came out at the same time, with Tang Mo as the center, not a single war corpse within ten meters could get close.
When the surrounding warriors saw this, they couldn't help but sigh at his domineering strength.
In fact, Tang Mo didn't want to be so high-profile, but the appearance of those war corpses was too ugly, and ten meters was the closest distance she could accept.
After adapting to this battle rhythm, Tang Mo subconsciously focused on the battle between kings.
I couldn't help but gasp at this sight. How should I put it? Compared with the king-level outside, he is a child in the growing stage.