Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 192: The descendants of the big snake
.. Kaitianlu
The location of the Golden Dead is very distinctive.
The metal piles are cast into bones of various colors. The golden, silver, and bronze bone-shaped piles are connected together to form a wall that stretches for two to three hundred miles, enclosing the entire headquarters of the Golden Undead. .
A large number of weird runes were engraved on these bone-shaped piles. Under the illusion of the sun, these metal piles continued to emit a faint black air, enveloping the entire resident, and Yingyingzhuo was indistinguishable.
The sweaty Sun Zuo slipped through a side door into the headquarters of the Golden Undead.
Several leaders of the Chonglou Realm guarding the door wanted to stop Sun Zuo from asking something. Sun Zuo didn't say a word. He slapped a few of them and slapped them all around. No one dared to speak anymore.
Sun Zuo cursed all the way, pretending to be calm and walked quickly in the direction of his hunting team.
After all, he is the'master' of the life pool realm, even though he adds up, he has unlocked the thirty-three heavenly locks and the hundreds of thousands of light filaments on the upper floor... even not as good as the current Wutie. There is a lot of light... Sun Zuo also has some wonders, walking extremely fast.
His hunting team is located near the wall. After all, it is a team that often goes out and rarely loots. Living here is also convenient for them to get in and out.
Sun Zuo hurriedly broke into the small yard where the hunting team was stationed, and roared in a low voice: "Give you a hundred counts, take important things with you, and then... hurry away. Take advantage of the blood curve. The people with the knife haven't surrounded them, so hurry up."
The small courtyard is in the shape of a quadrangular courtyard, with three-story buildings on all sides, which can accommodate two to three hundred people.
Hearing Sun Zuo's scolding, nearly two hundred men, women, and children wearing black soft armor and fierce faces appeared in the small building. They surrounded Sun Zuo and asked in a rush. The situation ahead.
"Everyone knows that the three leaders took us to negotiate with the blood scimitar, right?"
"The **** scimitar group of **** bastards, they tore their faces on the spot... the three leaders, hung up." Sun Zuo made a gesture of cutting his neck and muttered in a low voice: "So, hurry up... hurry up. Run...We must not bury the dead gold."
Puffing loudly, Sun left his hand and grabbed the golden undead badge on his chest, tore it off and threw it on the ground, then stepped on one foot fiercely.
Once upon a time, the golden undead badge was the pride of Sun Zuo's heart and his greatest support. With this badge, Sun Zuo spent some happy, happy, and unscrupulous days in the Big Snake Cave.
But nowadays, this badge is a terrible thing.
The three leaders are dead, so many life-pool realms are dead, who dares to swagger through the market wearing this badge, just wait to be killed by the joint efforts of the blood scimitar and other big and small forces.
This kind of thing... Sun Zuo, who has been hanging around at the Big Snake Cave for so many years, has seen more.
In any force that is destroyed, among his original members, slaves and servants will be divided up as floating wealth, middle and lower-level combatants will become slaves, and their lives will be worry-free.
Sun Zuo, a ‘master’ in the life pool realm, a serious boss-level figure, is bound to die, and no one can rest assured of using a hostile force like him to ‘high-level’.
"I don't want to die...so, hurry up and pack up the important things and follow Laozi." Sun Zuo's body trembled slightly, and he roared in a low voice: "Once the army of blood cutlass comes around, you think you Will there be life?"
Almost two hundred members of the hunting team were trembling, and they ran away in a hurry, busy packing up.
The backbone of this hunting team is Sun Zuo's old brother, and the others are also elites carefully selected and cultivated by Sun Zuo over the past few years. Therefore, there is loyalty. Sun Zuo asked them to pack up, and they would pack their belongings honestly. No one was making loud noises and shouting everywhere.
A dozen of Sun Zuo's confidant brothers, who were also the old team members who had participated in the attack on Wu's Stone Fort, surrounded Sun Zuo.
They are all shrewd old hunters, ready to set off, run around, fight, and fight at any time, so their important things are always with them. They have nothing to clean up, and some floating wealth can be discarded at any time.
They lowered their heads slightly, listening to Sun Zuo's commands.
Sun Zuo's body stood trembling slightly, but there was a fierce light in his eyes.
He will take his brothers to run away, and he will definitely not be able to act as the Golden Undead in the future, and even if they want to escape from the Black Snake Region, the farther they can run, the better.
The little two hundred brothers eat and drink Lazar, but it's all on him. It's all about going out without the resources for cultivation. Sun Zuo felt that his leisurely cultivation was enough to sustain him for a period of time.
But there are no gold coins... that is absolutely impossible.
Eat, drink, use...Of course, they can rob the house and become their own business... But they are destined to live a hard life, so gold coins are still necessary.
"Come with me. Before leaving, make a vote." Sun made up his mind. He looked at the team members who had gathered around him quickly and made two gestures to them.
They are all elites trained by Sun Zuo over the past few years. These hunting team members don't need Sun Zuo to talk nonsense. Among them, more than 30 players just drew out a series of weird and powerful crossbows.
One group of poisoned crossbow bolts kept pressing into the bullet magazine of the hand crossbow, and the group of people moved their hands while following Sun Zuo out of the small courtyard.
Just three miles away from Sun Zuo and their residence, under a huge stone pillar, there is a strong stone fort.
That is a logistic warehouse of the Golden Undead, which is responsible for coordinating the logistic supply of all hunting teams and hunting groups in this area. It is also responsible for identifying and recovering the trophies brought back from the outside by the hunting teams and hunting groups. Or assess the price of some precious trophies and so on.
As far as Sun Zuo knows, in this logistics warehouse, there are millions of gold coins, all kinds of grass and grass, and a large amount of ordnance.
This warehouse originally had a master of the life pool stage, and his strength was much stronger than Sun Zuo.
But just now, Sun Zuo witnessed this master being beheaded by the blood scimitar, and the other guards of the warehouse naturally did not put it on Sun Zuo's heart.
Quickly make a ticket, take as many good things as you can, and then leave with the trophy.
Sun Zuo speeded up subconsciously. For some reason, he always felt a little cold on the back of his neck.
Is it an illusion? It should be an illusion, right?
Sun Zuo quickly ran forward with a team of men and horses, and the slaves and servants of the Golden Undead naturally didn't dare to ask more. Those soldiers who patrolled, as long as they dared to speak more, were ordered by Sun Zuo to solve them as quickly as possible.
With a mere three miles away, Sun Zuo and the others rushed there without much time.
Faced with dozens of guards standing outside the heavy warehouse, Sun waved his left hand, and the team scored left and right, revealing a group of hunting group members holding powerful crossbows.
A series of black arrows pulled the long and thin black flame tail, tearing the air with a harsh howling.
Only three or five of the dozens of guards standing in front of the heavy warehouse barely raised their shields and escaped this wave of arrow attacks.
Sun Zuo smiled lowly. As soon as he waved forward, the hunting team rushed up, dozens of sword lights and sword lights flashed randomly, and instantly killed a few lucky people who had escaped the attack of the crossbow. He broke into the warehouse with a low laugh.
The horrible howls and curses kept coming from the warehouse.
The people in the warehouse are only non-combat members who are responsible for logistics and chores. Their cultivation base is extremely low, and their strength is also very weak. They are not the opponents of elite hunting team members at all.
When Sun Zuo walked to the warehouse gate, he had already heard the beautiful sound of the heavy warehouse gate being opened.
Gold coins, yuan grass, and all kinds of treasures.
Sun Zuo was trembling with excitement. He touched the inferior Qiankun bag around his waist and whispered, "Is there a storage bracelet? Get me the best... **** it. , My universe bag, I am fed up with it."
Sun Zuo's eyes are glowing, and his voice can't help but raise a few tones: "Also, I found the bracelet, fill it up for me and bring it over."
Before he finished speaking, Sun Zuo felt a rush of heat on the back of his neck.
Sun Zuo's body suddenly stiffened, he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
A terrible pressure came from behind him, as if a Primordial Beast was standing behind him. As long as the opponent gently moved a little finger, he would be crushed to pieces.
Sun Zuo's crotch became hot, and he urinated directly.
His knees were soft, and he knelt on the ground without hesitation. He didn't dare to turn his head, but shivered and said: "Senior, senior, uncle, uncle... ancestor... as long as you don't kill me, my grandson will be a cow and a horse for you, whatever you can."
"Although my grandson Zuo has low strength, but I..."
Wu Tie stood behind Sun Zuo, he held Bai Hu Chai with one hand, and gently pressed Bai Hu Chai on Sun Zuo's shoulder.
He just sank his wrist lightly, and a small part of the terrifying weight of Bai Hu's crack fell on Sun Zuo's body.
In the sound of the ‘click’, the left half of Sun’s body changed its shape, and the bones on the half of his body were crushed.
Wu Tie hurriedly raised his wrist in fright, and patted his forehead with a little annoyance... After coming out of Osiris' tomb, Wu Tie had already adjusted the weight of the white tiger crack to one hundred and eighty million jin.
This weight is just right for the current Wutie to cast, but for ordinary monks... even for a ‘fate pool master’ like Sun Zuo, it’s really too scary and too powerless to bear.
"It's as weak as the dregs...Heihuan Langjun Sun Zuo..." Wu Tie pursed his mouth and looked up at the dome above.
"I ask, you answer, once the answer does not satisfy me, I promise you will regret..." Wu Tie smiled coldly. In his mind, many of the methods of torture taught by Lao Tie have been constantly rolling. Came out.
And in the tomb of Osiris, Wu Tie also remembered all the tortures that occurred during the ‘conviction’ process.
Regardless of whether Sun Zuo's answer satisfies him or not, Wu Tie is prepared to do a good job on Sun Zuo.
The army of blood cutlass rushed to the direction of the Jin Undead's station. Many of the Golden Undead's masters fled in embarrassment, and they fled back to their headquarters with all their strength.
They all have the same ideas as Sun Zuo.
Big husbands must not have no money for a day. Before escaping, they must fill their pockets... In addition, they still have some relatives in the resident, and these people also have to run away with them.
There was chaos in the Big Snake Cave, and many large and small forces nearby the Blood Scimitar and the Golden Undead Territory sent teams to sneak close to the border line.
Everyone's attention is on the fire of the blood scimitar and the golden undead, everyone is gearing up, preparing for a feast to divide.
No one noticed that the Eighteen Town Palace Heavenly Kings had entered the Big Snake Cave with a team of men and horses. They walked in easily all the way, no one interrogated, no one inquired, no one noticed this team at all. appear.
Naturally, these local forces in the Big Snake Cave hadn't noticed that at the other main passageway into and out of the Big Snake Cave, a group of gorgeously-clothed ‘caravans’ came slowly in.
This caravan can have more than 300 people. There are only 20 trucks in their team. Dozens of giant rhino-like monsters are pulling trucks. These trucks move slowly, listening to the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground. , Obviously the truck is very heavy.
More than three hundred caravans belonged to tall and sturdy men, all with blond hair and blue eyes, or red hair and blue eyes, or green hair and black eyes, all of which looked distinct.
Led by a middle-aged strong man with plump hair and a big beard and a round head like a lion head, they talked and laughed relaxedly, looking like walking in the mountains and playing water. The Great Snake Cave is famous for its chaos and killing.
After entering the Big Snake Cave, they immediately found a secluded corner and settled in the camp, scattered in groups of three to five, leaving only dozens of elite guards in the camp.
Wearing gorgeous robes, these people are so special that they finally attracted the attention of a small force in the Big Snake Cave.
Several rat people approached the caravan's station with a sneaky look, and greeted them with a smiley face from a distance.
A few brawny men walked out of the camp. They looked at the sneaky rat men and drew their long bows suddenly, and directly shot these rat men on the spot.
A strong man walked over, cut off the heads of several rat people, and piled up a small Jingguan.
He used the blood of the rat man to write a few big characters on the ground arrogantly-‘the one who approaches is dead’!
The little force that sent the rat man scouts was stunned, so arrogant... outsiders.
Looking at the looks and dressing of these guys, they can't be the local forces in the big snake cave, they are outsiders... outsiders, dare to be so arrogant in the big snake cave?
Moreover, their clothes are so gorgeous, which proves that they are very oily.
In a few soft whistles~IndoMTL.com~A team of four to five hundred people appeared outside the caravan's resident.
Walking out from the tunnel that came in from this caravan, nearly a hundred miles away, a fork in the road has been guarded by people. Dozens of elite armored men in heavy armor are stationed at the guard entrance and put out a The posture of the deputy.
Walking inward along this crossroad with a width of tens of meters, about three to five miles later, the terrain in front suddenly opens up. A huge grotto that can accommodate tens of thousands of people has been covered by various trucks, mounts, Camel beasts and strong men are full.
At least 20,000 elite fighters are resting here.
They sat on the ground in a neat line, drinking water and eating meat, all silently, demonstrating a high level of discipline.
In a corner of the grotto, a handsome, burly and majestic young man sat there quietly, gently stroking a snake jade pendant made of black jade on his hand.
"Black Snake Region, my Orochi clan is finally back...I will surely remind you of how I was dominated by my Orochi clan and became the horror of our rations."
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