"Don't be afraid, sir, you said that these man-eating trees will not hunt us." Opp was not afraid, and walked carelessly in the woods of man-eating trees.

Zhao Lie and Teng Qianqiu looked at each other and couldn't help but feel ashamed. The older the world, the less courageous they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were as free and easy as Opp.

The two followed Opp closely. Sure enough, although some of the cannibal trees were full of hostility, they did not disturb them.

"Op, do you know how Mr. Zou made these cannibal trees not attack us?" Zhao Lie asked in the end.

"I don't know."

Opp's answer was very straightforward, he really didn't know.

“…”

The three of them had nothing to say. After passing through this forest of cannibal trees, they approached the city gate. After they separated, they entered the city with different identities. This was not difficult for them.

That morning, the old emperor was furious because Zou Zichuan was missing, but he had no choice. However, Fuji Qianqiu promised that the gold coins would be received, which made him feel much more relieved. After all, the gold coins were exchanged for the weapons of his ancestors.

In the next few days, Teng Qianqiu talked to the old emperor's secret room, and General Zhao also lived in a quiet place, ignored political affairs, and plunged into the e-book given to him by Zou Zichuan. Soon, Zhao Lie was able to manipulate e-books. The e-books almost covered all human civilizations, and Zhao Lie was addicted to a world he never knew.

What made Zhao Lie most addicted is not only the long history of mankind for thousands of years, but also some classic wars. After all, Zhao Lie is a typical soldier, and the blood of soldiers flows in his body.

In addition to some of the knowledge that Zhao Lie is interested in, Zhao Lie is particularly interested in the cultivation of mental power. He found that he is particularly easy to get started with mental power. This is a very special feeling, as if it has been arranged in the dark.

The e-book depicts the mental power that takes years or even decades to cultivate is not difficult for him.

When he first saw the method of spiritual power cultivation, he entered the third level of mental power. If Zou Zichuan knew that Zhao Lie's progress was so rapid, he would probably be shocked.

In fact, the natural environment of Gallon Star is very suitable for cultivating mental power. Moreover, when you practice martial arts at level 5, you will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

...

Zou Zichuan didn't know about this, and it happened after Zou Zichuan left them. When Zhao Lie and his friends carefully passed through the cannibal forest, Zou Zichuan was approaching a castle.

Lucheng!

This is a city that fell from the Galen Empire. When Zouzichuan was still dozens of miles away from Lucheng, the air was filled with the smell of fireworks and the air was filled with the breath of pain.

Zou Zichuan was very sensitive to this pain, and his heart seemed to be burning.

As Zou Zichuan approached, the atmosphere of anxiety and pain became more and more intense, and the sky became gray...

Fire!

Zou Zichuan's body suddenly paused, and in the distance, there were dozens of acres of man-eating trees rising with blazing flames. The vines of the man-eating trees were waving in despair in the air, and the fire was still spreading with the wind.

Judging from the fire, the man-cannibal tree should have been affected by the war of humans.

Feeling the painful torture, the breath of despair, and the pain of every nerve being moved, Zou Zichuan's muscles seemed to tremble. At this moment, he and the man-eating tree seemed to melt into a whole. The pain of the man-eating tree, the torment of the man-eating tree, and the despair of the man-eating tree were all felt by that one by one...

This despair is spreading, and this forest is shrouded in the aura of despair.

The cannibal trees are not easy to catch fire, but when the wind is too strong and the trees are dense, the fire is not something that the cannibal trees themselves can control...

No one cares about the life or death of the man-eating tree, and the vines of the man-eating tree jump in the blazing hot pot did not even attract any human attention.

People seem to be used to seeing the death of the man-cannibal tree in the midst of war.

Of course, there is another most important reason. Even if humans want to put out the fire, they dare not approach the cannibal tree. This is the fundamental reason for the spread of the fire.

A group of insensitive people passed by, a group of soldiers with swords and guns patrolled. In their eyes, there was no presence of the cannibal tree...

...

Lucheng is a brick and stone castle built on a flat plain. The city is fifteen meters high and has a moat thirty meters wide. Now, the city has become dilapidated, the city walls collapse and the moat has been filled. Obviously, an extremely tragic war has occurred here.

Now, this sturdy fortress is particularly busy. Countless stonemasons are repairing the broken castle, and the moat is also digging. Trucks of gravel are being pulled away. On the outside of the castle are rows of densely packed large carriage-rejecting guns. Below the city gate are door-stopping knives. The metal on the knives is flashing with a heart-pinching cold light, as if telling people at all times that this is a battlefield...

This is a huge construction site. In addition to some large city defense equipment, some offensive weapons are neatly arranged on the outer periphery of the city wall. These tools include large trench bridges, watchtowers, nest vehicles, and crashes. Obviously, these are all tools that are about to go on expedition.

This is a typical era of cold weapons.

What made Zou Zichuan feel strange was that the security work here was as relaxed as Dicheng. Except for being scolded when approaching those siege tools, basically no one cared about him.

Zou Zichuan walked all the way to the city gate. He found that except for the skin color of the chestnut, the people here were almost the same as the customs and habits of the Galen Empire. There was basically no difference in speaking and dressing. If you want to say it, the color of the skin is the only difference.

When Zou Zichuan walked into the city gate that was less than two meters wide by a door-sticking knife truck, he immediately found that the slack outside was a superficial phenomenon. In fact, entering the city requires strict review.

"Stop!" A tall and powerful guard viciously pressed Zou Zichuan's chest with a spear.

"Ranker!" Zou Zichuan used his usual tricks. From Op's mouth, Zou Zichuan knew that Rangers have a very detached identity in the entire continent. Although some countries do not like Rangers, they will not make things difficult for Rangers.

Of course, the most important thing is that few people pretend to be a ranger, because it is a shame for those who do not recognize their own identity on the mainland.

Simply put, if you are a spy, you can say all kinds of lies, but you cannot say it is a ranger, because a ranger is a person who has no concept of national loyalty and is a group of people despised by the ruling class. Because of the propaganda of the ruling class, the identity of a ranger is actually not favored by ordinary people.

"Ranker... do you know him?" The soldier's arrogance was much more restrained, but there was no respect on his face. He did not take back his spear and asked a middle-aged man leaning against the city wall.

This middle-aged man had a gloomy face, was wearing a gray robe and a slender beard. If he hadn't had his eyes particularly gloomy, he would definitely be a elegant and elegant man.

"I don't know." Zou Zichuan shook his head, but a hint of vigilance rose in his heart. When he approached the city gate, he felt a dangerous aura, and this aura was emitted from the middle-aged man.

"You deserve to be a ranger!" The middle-aged man glanced coldly at Zou Zichuan, leaned lazily on the city wall, and stepped on one foot on the blade of the door-sticking knife chariot.

"You deserve to be a ranger... Haha... it was him, not me..." The fierce soldier put away his spear and laughed gloatingly.

"The ranger is fighting, the ranger is fighting..."

"Come here, come here, Rangers are fighting..."

...

What surprised Zou Zichuan was that a group of soldiers actually started to make excuses, and the soldiers outside also surrounded him.

"presumptuous!"

"Peng!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man slapped him, and the soldier who pointed his spear at Zou Zichuan was slapped and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puchi..." The soldier got up with difficulty and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You dare to hit me!" The soldier said with blood all over his mouth and a ferocious look on his face.

"What can you do if I hit you?" The middle-aged man said with a grim smile.

"Is that true?" The soldier was fierce and fierce, waved his hideous arm and shouted: "Design the formation!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

A sharp sound of running, dozens of soldiers wearing soft armor formed a battle formation, with long spears standing in a bright armor, surrounding Zou Zichuan and the middle-aged man, and a faint smell of killing. Zou Zichuan secretly praised himself, saying that he was a soldier in the Cold Weapon Age. If he were soldiers of the Human Alliance, he would definitely not have such a killing aura.

"Even if you General Qiu sees you, I will respect you. Go and report quickly. Then don't blame me for being ruthless." The middle-aged man said with disdain.

"You..." The soldier blushed with anger. He held the spear's arm but did not dare to stab him. Obviously, he did not dare to really offend a ranger. The ranger's revenge was terrible.

"Ah... it's King Jing, why don't you apologize to King Jing!" Suddenly, a man wearing a long robe and looking like a civil servant ran out hurriedly.

Zou Zichuan suddenly discovered that when he heard the civil servant's words, the faces of a group of soldiers changed color, and his arms holding the spear could not help but tremble. The soldiers who were slapped and turned pale even more.

"Hero Jing, the young man is so young that he doesn't know Mount Tai..."

"Kneel down!" the middle-aged man sneered.

"Hero Jing..."

"Kneel down!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and the city gate was filled with a strong murderous intent.

"Kneel down and apologize..." The civil servant quickly scolded him when he saw the middle-aged man angry.

The atmosphere became tense and suppressed. The soldier looked at the middle-aged man with blood angrily. The situation was already obvious. The soldier would rather die than kneel down.

The more soldiers gathered by the city gate, they all looked sad and angry. Obviously, the domineering of middle-aged men aroused their public anger.

"Mr. Wang, you haven't seen each other for many years. Your authority is getting stronger and stronger. A small soldier guarding the city dares to disobey your orders, hehe!" The middle-aged man glanced at the civil servant and said with a sinister smile.

"Take it!"

The civil servant couldn't hold on to his face and shouted at the soldiers around him in anger. A group of soldiers unwilling to remove the angry soldiers' weapons and tie them up.

"Wait." Zou Zichuan took a step forward and said lightly.

"This gentleman..." The civil servant did not dare to underestimate Zou Zichuan's every move.

"Ranker."

"Oh, and Hero Jing..." The civil servant bent down and bowed.

"I don't know him." The middle-aged man sneered and distanced himself from Zou Zichuan.

"I don't know what happened to Mr. Lucheng?" The civil servant's expression immediately became distant. Although he was still humble, he had more reservedness.

"Well, it's okay, I just want to hire some people in Lucheng to put out the fire in the cannibal forest..."

"Hahaha... Sir was joking, who dared to put out the fire for the cannibal tree..."

"There must be a brave man under the heavy reward!"

Zou Zichuan picked up the cloth bag at his waist, untied the rope and lifted it backwards, and a pleasant "slam" sounded, and hundreds of gold coins fell to the ground...
To be continued...