The Demonic Swamp is not opened by his own family. If others come, it has nothing to do with Zhou Zheng.
His clothes were covered with water. Zhou Zheng went up to the rock. He originally wanted to find a place to rest and take care of his lunch. Since there were people, Zhou Zheng did not stay here longer and stayed away. On a small hillside, this was where the wet
Change of clothes.
This hillside just faces the swamp below. Standing here, what you see feels like a lake thousands of miles away.
I found firewood and lit it to form a fire.
There was a metal shelf in the backpack. Zhou Zheng took it out directly and put it on the fire. Then he put a small pot on it, took out the water and poured it on. Use a hunting knife to cut pieces of meat into the pot, and then threw in some seasonings. Zhou Zheng
Take out a bamboo chair and sit on it comfortably.
"Haha, among warriors, only I can enjoy this kind of life."
With a thief's backpack, Zhou Zheng can do what other warriors cannot. Who would enter a swamp like this with a chair and so on?
Risking your own life and entering the Demonic Swamp is for training and hunting, not for enjoyment.
In the small pot, bursts of fragrance soon came out.
far away.
A group of people finally appeared in the jungle. They wore armor and appeared cautiously at the edge of the jungle.
After confirming that there were no mutant beasts, a group of dozens of people seemed to be discussing something, and then set up camp at the connection between the swamp and the jungle. They carried a lot of tools, and a large camp was quickly built.
Very simple.
Zhou Zheng narrowed his eyes, and it could be seen from this camp that they would not stay too long.
A tight team with a division of labor.
Several skilled warriors left the team and disappeared into the jungle, probably acting as sentinels.
The dozens of people in the group did not make any noise. Even when eating, they did not cook in a pot like Zhou Zheng did, but nibbled on dry food.
Zhou Zheng just looked at it for a few times and then lost interest. It had nothing to do with him anyway.
When the pot is boiled, the meat slices inside are tumbling. The meat of this kind of jungle leopard tastes pretty good. It is tough and has a special meaty aroma. With the seasoning, the taste is even more memorable. I recall the time I saw the jungle leopard.
At that time, it was so powerful that it made people despair. Who would have thought that in a year's time, it would become his own dinner?
After serving a bowl, Zhou Zheng ate happily.
…
"Captain, look, there is a situation."
A warrior was observing the swamp through a telescope, observing the place where the horizon crossed, and happened to see Zhou Zheng on the hillside.
This discovery was simply shocking.
In this wilderness, a warrior sat on a bamboo chair, eating... Fire disaster? Was it the sun, was he hallucinating? After careful confirmation, the warrior knew that he was definitely not a dazzle, but real.
Tang Tao took the telescope, and following the directions of his men, he quickly spotted Zhou Zheng who was leisurely eating broth.
With a raised brow, Tang Tao said: "Lao An, did we leak the news when we came here?"
An Jianguo, known as Lao An, shook his head and said: "Captain, it's impossible to leak the news. This person should have appeared here early in the morning."
Tang Tao nodded. The other warriors in this area made him feel uncomfortable. He was always domineering and could not tolerate his hunting plan being affected. Suddenly, Tang Tao's eyes turned cold and he said: "Mouse, go take a look.
Is the other party a person and what level it is."
A short warrior, about 1.6 meters tall, showed a faint smile, inserted the bayonet he was playing with into his waist, and said: "Captain, wait for my news."
"Whoosh!"
The little warrior disappeared from the camp and disappeared into the jungle.
The name Mouse is not due to his short stature, but to his speed and superior reconnaissance ability.
The distance between the two parties was not too far in the first place, but within a moment, Zhou Zheng noticed a green blood bar approaching him. He raised his brows slightly, but Zhou Zheng didn't pay much attention to it. When he appeared here, it was appropriate for the other party to investigate.
Soon, the mouse came close and clung to a tree trunk without making a single sound.
If Zhou Zheng hadn't had a thief's vision and could see the health bar, he might not have been able to find traces of this rat.
Zhou Zheng seemed to have disappeared, but he was still enjoying his meal.
It is impossible for a thirteenth-level warrior to hide his strength from warriors higher than him, and Zhou Zheng is not afraid of them seeing it.
"Captain, a thirteenth-level warrior."
The mouse completed his report, and then moved quickly in the woods, expanding the scope of the reconnaissance. Ten minutes later, he appeared again on the edge of the hillside where Zhou Zheng was, and reported again: "Captain, no one else was found. The other party should be alone.
one person."
Tang Tao was startled after receiving the report from the mouse.
"It's surprising enough for a thirteenth-level warrior to come to the Demonic Swamp. Damn, you're still alone now. Do you think that the Demonic Swamp is your own back garden?" Tang Tao couldn't laugh or cry, and then he said
Cursing.
With a team of dozens of people, the lowest being a sixteenth-level warrior, you still need to be careful and walk on thin ice.
The person I found now is good. He is alone, sitting so leisurely on a bamboo chair, brushing meat slices, and drinking steaming broth. In contrast, people like me can only eat dry food and drink in the camp.
Leng Shui, this gap... This also made Tang Tao a little angry.
Thinking of his hunting plan, Tang Tao gritted his teeth and said into the walkie-talkie: "Mouse, you watch him, I will send a few more brothers over to kill him."
The new world was originally a world of the weak and the strong.
The world in the wild is even more cruel, with gangsters eating gangsters, plots and killings abounding with each other. I don’t know how many teams and warriors just disappeared into this world without a sound. Without a complete set of order, the death of warriors
, who cares?
It is this kind of environment that breeds countless crazies.
In the wild, are dangers not limited to mutant beasts?
The mouse's eyes flickered, and he lowered his excited voice: "Yes, Captain." This was not the first time he had done something like this, and he was naturally familiar with it. In fact, he thought that the Captain was too cautious.
A thirteenth-level warrior, by himself, can send the opponent off with just a few moves.
But the mouse thought that since the other party could enter the Demonic Swamp, he must be something special, so he didn't dare to be too careless and huddled quietly on the tree trunk.
"hehe!"
Zhou Zheng suddenly chuckled, and the health bar of the approaching warrior changed from green to red.
There is only one possibility that will change the health bar.
"Want to kill me?" Zhou Zheng shook his head slightly. It seems that this team is not a kind person, otherwise they would not just come up and take action directly.
far away.
The four warriors who received Tang Tao's instructions moved in the direction of Zhou Zheng. They were extremely experienced and moved quickly in the jungle without making any sound. In a few breaths, they had surrounded the hillside where Zhou Zheng was.
The mouse walked out from the tree trunk where it was hiding, holding the bayonet directly in its hand, its eyes half-squinted, and a look of relief on its face.
When facing a thirteenth-level warrior, the seventeenth-level rat was indeed described as relaxed. It was even said that in his heart, the rat simply disdained Zhou Zheng.
The other four warriors also walked out of the woods and surrounded Zhou Zheng casually.
Zhou Zheng stood up, with no fear on his face, but a smile on his face.
The five mice were a little shocked. Could it be that this warrior has no strength and does not understand what it means now? The five people looked at each other, the mouse shook his head slightly, and a strong man next to him nodded and strode forward, holding a sword.
, walking towards Zhou Zheng with murderous intent.
"What do you want to do?" Zhou Zheng asked quietly.
"Haha, what do you want to do?" The mouse smiled strangely and said with a cold face: "Be smarter when you reincarnate next time."
"die."
Without hesitation, the strong man roared and struck with the sword. The muscles in his arm were as strong as steel. This blow was obviously done with all his strength. The red starlight flashed and a red sword aura was struck.
.
"court death!"
The next moment, Zhou Zheng, who had activated his lightning attack, appeared in front of the strong man. The blade of destruction wiped across his neck with thunderous speed. Although the light that burst out was only orange, it flashed away.
No, the two of them are already separated.
The strong man rushed forward a few steps, trembling all over, and covering his neck with one hand.
He, who was in the sixteenth degree, unexpectedly had his neck wiped by the other party when they met each other. Severe pain kept attacking his nerves. The feeling of a major artery being severed made his soul feel like it was separated from his body. The blood vessels were cut.
When opened, large streams of blood flew several meters high under the pressure of the heart, and then fell to the sun.
This series of changes was so fast that the mice could not see clearly.
By the time they realized what they were doing, their companions had already knelt down and finally fell down the hillside.
Zhou Zheng bent down and picked up the strong man's sword.
This sword has an armor-piercing value of at least 16, and is inlaid with two low-grade red crystals. It has a good conductivity, and is quite expensive on the market. As one of the weapons most commonly used by warriors, its
It's not difficult at all to take action.
"**." The mouse yelled.
The situation before me was completely unexpected.
Is it an illusion that a 13th-level warrior can kill his 16th-level comrade with one blow?
But the twitching strong man is definitely not an illusion.
Realizing that this thirteenth-level warrior was not a good scumbag, he shouted: "Let's go together to avenge Guo Yong, **." He was the first to rush forward, and his bayonet quickly made a cross and two sword auras.
Rolling in.
The other three were not slow and rushed towards Zhou Zheng.
If they had despised the warrior in front of them just now, Guo Yong's death now makes people dare not despise him.
How can a warrior who can appear here alone be considered weak?
(I will go back to my hometown to protect the forest tomorrow!) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)