Vol 2 Chapter 397: Wang Zun's invitation

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Even if Ye Zhongming had seen many cities of the motherland on the earth and had seen many spectacular buildings left over from history, when he first saw the city of the posthumous king, he was deeply shocked by its magnificence. Bayi Chinese W≦W≦W≦. ≦81ZW. COM
Ye Zhongming can hardly imagine how much manpower and time it takes to build such a mountainous city in such a backward society.
too big!
Ye Zhongming came here and saw the biggest gathering place of the posthumous people, that is, the camp of the Fanban tribe. That has already made Ye Zhongming praised, but compared with the posthumous people's royal city, it is really nothing.
Ye Zhongming came from a "transport" called a silk monster car, which is somewhat similar to a horse carriage, but obviously the silk monster is much more powerful than the earth horse. Not only is it faster, the endurance is better, four horses The real monster pulled Ye Zhongming and a team of escorts riding on the silk monster. The trip that originally required three days of falling sand came in just one day of falling sand.
Wang Zun, who accompanied Ye Zhongming, was quite proud when he explained that this domesticated monster had enough endurance to run a quarter of the day at the full time. If it was only maintained at 60% to 70%, then There was no problem running two consecutive days of sand.
This made Ye Zhongming immediately interested in this third-level monster. If this thing gets the earth, it will be stronger than his cloud hooves that have not yet hatched.
Of course, Ye Zhongming also saw some pride in his self-identification from the expression of the near attendant, as well as some disdain for Ye Zhongming's identity at the moment...
Wanderers are usually very powerful, but these people say from another angle, they are also some kind of ‘aliens’.
They were either tolerated by the original clan, and were so lonely and weird that they could not live with the clan, and even made some mistakes. They were exiled or fled by the clan. This is the reason for the original wanderers.
Deporter, this is the predecessor of the rogue.
Until later, some posthumous people chose to leave the tribe for their own practice, and tempered themselves in the wilderness in order to break through the bottleneck and reach a higher level. These people will be kind to others, help the dead people they meet, plus their own strength and respect, so over time, the expeler is abandoned with a derogatory name and replaced by a more neutral rogue. first name.
But in the hearts of many posthumous people, the wanderer is basically an evictionist, a person not tolerated by the clan.
In particular, although Ye Zhongming's head is longer, compared with the posthumous person, it is still short and terrible. Such a shape may be incomprehensible to the near attendant, so he is repelled.
But Ye Zhongming didn't care. What he cared about was whether he could leave from here, saving him from looking for the hopeless Temple of Dawn or the abyss of the curse of death. ,
There is the magic crystal.
Now in his space, there is a wealth enough to make the survivors on earth crazy.
Sixty Thousand Level Magic Crystals! Forty thousand magic crystals! 20,000 magic crystals of level 5! Thousand level magic crystals are one thousand! Two hundred seventh-level magic crystals! Four eight-level magic crystals!
As for the first-level magic crystal Ye Zhongming, it is not necessary at all. The second-level magic crystal is used by him as a consumable to restore mental power, so it is not retained at all. This level of magic crystal is not taken by the tribe of the dead. Endless, but at least Ye Zhongming supplies as much as he consumes.
With so many magic crystals, the space cannot fit naturally, so 60,000 third-level magic crystals were loaded into two large animal skin bags and placed at Ye Zhongming's feet.
Through the tall city gate, Ye Zhongming's eyes were attracted by the countless'lamps' above Wang Cheng. Today there are still flying white birds hovering in the air, and some posthumous people stand on the body of this large flying monster , Pour unknown oil into these lights to make some dim lights come back on.
"That's the Hundred Eagle Monsters. As long as you catch them and pierce your eyes, these fierce monsters will become very docile. If you feed them, they will listen to you and let you ride. Unfortunately, the speed is not too fast. The eyes Invisible, otherwise it can be trained to become a fighting monster."
The near attendant followed Ye Zhongming's eyes to the top of the mountain's belly and explained smoothly.
Ye Zhongming nodded, but with emotion in his heart, this posthumous man's king city was really powerful, and it was really much stronger than the tribes such as Ajiao Gray Mountain and even Dabvanban. Let's say taming monsters is far from comparable in other places. .
To see Ye Zhongming’s King Zun is called Neo, the name Ye Zhongming has heard of. In A Mao’s mouth, this King Zun is the most impartial in Wangcheng, although this is also heard by A Mao, but he can treat justice The reputation of the small lethal tribes in remote areas knows that at least it can explain some problems. It is better to contact such a king than others.
The streets of Wangcheng are wide, and there is no feeling of sulking in the air. Even in the mountains, there is no smell of tide and excrement. This makes Ye Zhongming very curious about the infrastructure of Wangcheng. He does not know if the earth people are in the mountains. To build such a large-scale city, can these be done so well.
The Silk Monster Carriage drove in the King City and rushed directly to an area of ​​the city, where neat and clean white tents were densely covered. Many posthumous people wearing gray leather armor of the same style walked inside and heard the Silk Monster Carriage The movements of people all cast their gazes.
When the carriage stopped in front of a huge camp comparable to a football field, the nearby attendant asked Ye Zhongming to get out of the car and took him in.
There were bright lights inside, six or seven people were sitting on the side of the camp. On that side, there was a huge topographic map. Although many places and marking methods are different from the earth, Ye Zhongming still can see that it should be the entire heritage. The full picture of the belly territory.
Many people turned around and saw the nearest attendant, and then their eyes fell on Ye Zhongming.
The middle-aged middle-aged man is dressed in a common cloth, which is a bit rough, but in the posthumous people, this should be very elegant clothing.
"Children of Almighty God, you are here, sit down. This is the camp of King Neo, don't be constrained."
A moderate voice sounded, Ye Zhongming was startled, and then he saw a middle-aged female posthumous man looking at him with a wooden plate on his side, with the same gentle smile on his face.
This is definitely a powerful character over six levels, and also practiced secret methods like hidden breath!
Ye Zhongming was determined, otherwise it would be impossible for people to approach this level without showing up.
"Haha, Laura, you scared him."
The middle-aged man laughed and walked over with his hands behind his back.
"I am Neo, your king. Can you tell me your name?"
There is nothing wrong with this title. The king of the posthumous is the king of everyone, at least in name.
Ye Zhongming salutes. He is now a posthumous man, so he must follow the etiquette of the posthumous man and say his name, Zhong Ming, with his surname removed.
This King Neo is a seventh-level strongman. Ye Zhongming was a little shocked by his momentum.
Neo's calm gaze circulated on Ye Zhongming's body, then walked aside and sat down, beckoning Ye Zhongming to sit down, he took out a feather arrow, white level.
"You are not new to this because you made it. Can you tell me what kind of secret is this? I am not trying to find out your secret, but I am really curious. At least I asked a lot of people. I have never heard of the ability of the posthumous person, even in history."
Ye Zhongming had already prepared for this, and smiled and said: "I don't know who the last rogue recorded in the history of our dead, but the one who taught me these, more than 700 fell into the sand Just returned to the arms of Almighty God just a few days ago."
The people in the camp stunned for a while, all showing a puzzled expression. In history, the last rogue has disappeared many and many days of sandfall, right? Who is this young man talking about?
King Nio was silent for a while, playing with white feather arrows in his hand, and said after a while: "I don’t know some rules of the rogue, but suppose I invite you, are you willing to join the Nio tribe? , Become a member of the proud royal family?" (To be continued.)