Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The wounds on Lu Meng's chest quickly squeezed together under the force of the muscles, causing granulation to grow and the skin to stick together.

With a physical constitution of up to 85 points, his current recovery speed is comparable to that of a red swordsman who has undergone genetic modification surgery, and even ordinary Shaq Berserkers cannot compare with it.

However, the wound made by the Ming Blade Zhanma Sword was extremely deep.

The blood that spurted out at that moment splashed on his body, already staining his entire cloak red, with a fresh and sweet flavor.

In an instant, Lu Meng sensed it.

Countless eyes were focused on him - with incomparable hunger and greed.

[Taunting status: You look delicious now. 】

The panel displays environmental information in real time.

"Ouch...wooow!" The bone-burying wolves that had already rushed up to the grassy hill immediately abandoned their other targets and hurriedly chased Lu Meng, with a trace of atavistic eagerness in their cries.

The battlefield is not without the smell of blood.

If the alpha wolf hadn't been the dominant one, the hungry wolf could even eat its companions.

"But, it's rare to have a war-level opportunity..." Lu Meng raised his cloak and turned around with a barb, "It's rare!"

The inscribed blade accurately penetrated the skull of a bone-burying wolf.

As crisp as piercing a piece of white paper.

The brown-red beast fell down, and a mixture of brains, blood, and saliva flowed out to the ground.

The creatures in this world have extremely strong adaptability to the environment.

Their bodies will unleash more potential as their strength increases...or evolution and gene expression.

It has reached the level of Lu Meng.

It is hard to say that it is the same creature as other ordinary people.

The energy, vitality and vitality contained in their bodies are so abundant that even as food, they are more delicious and attractive.

Such excitement is in the eyes of wolves.

It's deadly poison!

"Try your best to hold on until daybreak!" Bo Wei and others were still amazed at the commotion of the wolves when they heard another order shouted by Lu Meng, "Don't hold on. If there are people who can't hold on, Just hide in the white tent!"

With their team, it is impossible to defeat the wolves in the Boneyard, and that is not the purpose.

The key point is to drag the burying wolves nearby so that the wandering herdsmen in front have more time to retreat. If the wolves are pushed back and let them escape... it may lead to bad things.

After daybreak, the skin of the Bone Burial Wolf will be exposed on the grass. Although the threat still exists, it is unlikely that they will launch another surprise attack like tonight.

Because they know they are easier to detect, the wolves will most likely retreat on their own.

However, another order from the Red King is confusing.

The white tent behind them is a bit larger, and the mask is just ordinary tanned cowhide. This can indeed resist the punctures of some wild beasts' fangs, but it is not enough to withstand the bites of wolves all night long.

Can't wait for the North Wind Warriors to ask.

The remaining bone-burying wolves had already pounced on them, but most of them had been lured away by Lu Meng, and their pressure dropped sharply.

"Fuck...kill!"

The crowd roared, drowning out the noisy howls of wolves.

Sharp blades and fangs intertwined, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Seeing Lu Meng charging into the pack of wolves alone, these warriors of the Beifeng Clan also burst out with unparalleled bloodshed.

Even if they know that the opponent's strength far exceeds theirs.

But people like the Red King can kill themselves and lure wolves for them... If I can fight side by side, if I don't show some courage to match, it will be too underestimated.

"That's it……"

Listening to the sound of fighting in the distance, Lu Meng thought silently.

Those who don’t save themselves will never be saved.

In fact, the nomadic tribes in Shandi changed very quickly.

It is difficult to have a large tribe that has been passed down for several generations.

Extermination, breaking up into parts, reuniting, developing, gathering... This cycle starts over and over again.

For example, in fact,

Lu Meng had no impression of the Beifeng Clan and most of the tribes in the western part of Shendi, which proved that in the future, they would have died out or transformed into something else.

Even the Baimei clan, Lu Meng had never actually come into contact with.

It is the scrapped case of "The Swordsman".

The so-called abolished cases are those that have not been implemented in the game, or existed in earlier versions, and will be abandoned in subsequent updates... But from another perspective, they can also be understood as submerged and forgotten cases in the real world. history.

This is what Lu Meng cares about.

Even a stable and powerful tribe like the Baimei Clan has disappeared, and there will be changes in the future... Unfortunately, no matter in which era, the records and historical materials left by the nomads are pitiful, let alone in the wasteland world.

However, from the characters and future legends that Lu Meng knew.

We can still see some clues.

But in the end, no matter what the possibility is.

What Shandi can rely on most is their own strength.

Lu Meng did not want his city to be surrounded by ruins when it was built.

Under the moonlight, the gleaming green eyes flashed.

A wolf's head flew straight in front of Lu Meng, opening its mouth full of fishy saliva.

Lu Meng held the knife in his right hand, and turned his left hand into a fist. At an extremely tricky angle, he penetrated the upper and lower sharp teeth and slashed straight into the neck of the burying wolf.

Bone residue and blood flew together.

The skin of Lu Meng's palm was scratched by the backlash, but the entire skull and thick bone plates of the bone-burial wolf were directly chopped into pieces, and the skull flew away under the huge force.

[Melee Skill: Martial Arts 67 (Master)]

Unconsciously, Lu Meng's bare-handed fighting skill, which was only used as a backup, has also reached the master level, and has become a powerful weapon in actual combat.

He originally had a foundation, but such rapid progress depends on the 10-fold experience bonus and the teaching of the anti-slavery Jegg-

The first half can be said to be teaching, but in the end it was already a competition.

Jegg originally only wanted to teach some improved techniques out of kindness, and the other party would understand as much as he could... Unexpectedly, in the end, all the skills inherited from Galahad, the founder of modern wasteland martial arts, were learned.

So that later, even if Lu Meng did not play the advantage of the war level.

Just based on skills, Jegg was no longer an opponent.

This made the thin assassin quite angry-but he did not shout to compete with his real best swordsmanship.

Because he could not compete with swords.

Lu Meng closed his palm and held the sword with his backhand.

With a flick of the long knife, a red light suddenly rose from the ground, cutting open the waist and abdomen of a buried wolf vertically, and its organs spilled out like a pouring out.

Without caring about the death of its companion, another ferocious wolf crouched down and pounced from the gap between Lu Meng's swings of the knife.

But Lu Meng seemed to have predicted it.

The inscription blade moved with his shoulder and elbow, and it covered from a high position, and the movement was smooth and slammed into the back of the buried wolf. The bone deck and deep spine were all cracked.

Even if it was only the back of the knife that was chopped down.

It was still enough to kill the beast on the spot.

Lu Meng's feet did not stop, and he dived into the wolf pack, which also meant that the buried wolf would completely surround him in turn.

They came following the smell of blood.

Lu Meng's blood, and the blood of his companions.

Some anxious hungry wolves could no longer restrain themselves, stepped on their companions' bodies and jumped out, and in an instant, brown-red wolf shadows flashed in all directions, from top to bottom. If these sharp claws and fangs were to pounce directly on a person, they would be enough to tear his entire body into pieces in an instant.

However, the scarlet blade light was faster than them!

Lu Meng changed his hands and turned around, exerting force from his waist, and the five-foot blade swept across the surroundings.

How could flesh and blood resist the power of the inscribed blade?

The sound of blood spurting floated in the wind, like music played by a bone flute.

In an instant, dozens of bone-burying ground wolves died at the same time.

Thanks to Roger Otarifos and Wenchi for their rewards and support——