After the beastification, it's better to be a dead enemy

The world in the formation is vast after leaving the scope of the ancient battlefield.

The two of them walked for an unknown how long, they stopped and stopped, and when they finally stopped, the world was still vast.

Feng Zhao held a long gun in his hand, leaned against a tree, and lowered his eyes in thought.

Song Heima Zhiran turned his body and looked deeply at the military camp that he had not seen for a long time. His pair of extremely black eyes were like a deep pool of silence, hiding an undercurrent that no one could find.

On the contrary, along the way, Lu Ze, who was inexplicably kicked N times by the horse's hoof, sat on the ground completely paralyzed this time. Use my name to deal with those two people?"

"A flash of inspiration." Feng Zhao told the truth. Of course, what he didn't say was that he was wearing a vest purely out of the possibility of doing bad things, and he was cautious in advance to prevent people from coming to cover his door with sacks in the future. However, "I didn't expect that you would Is it the Lu family in Nanfeng Prefecture, or the second youngest of the family."

Lu Ze was silent for a while, obviously not wanting to discuss the deeds of his "Second Young Master", he forcibly changed the subject and said, "Should we take out the map? Otherwise, just keep your head covered and walk forward, who knows how long it will take to reach the destination ?”

Feng Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then took out the black box from his bosom, threw it in front of Lu Ze, raised his chin, and signaled "please do what you want".

Lu Ze was a little baffled. He glanced at the black box, but didn't reach out. He just tried to ask, "What... what do you think?"

What do you think?

Of course, I want to immediately pick up the long gun and go back to have a fight with those two guys!

After all, it is really troublesome to waste brain cells thinking about problems compared to directly doing it!In particular, Feng Zhao always had the feeling that he might be tricked.

Thinking of the task of "running errands" that the young man surnamed Ye overemphasized, as well as the hellish intention of seeking peace, who the hell has the advantage in the war, and when the advantage is so great that the enemy's king is captured, how stupid? Sue?

Do idiots treat others as idiots?

Feng Zhao gritted his teeth a little out of breath. He had to admit that those two people were unlikely to be idiots, so... they were definitely cheated!

Hey!

If it wasn't that I couldn't do those two people... Don't talk about myself, it would be Song Zhiran——

Feng Zhao looked at Song Zhiran, Shen Jun's dark horse was still looking at the barracks from a distance, he didn't know if he wanted to turn his head to turn around, or was he thinking about the unlucky Ma Sheng?

"Lu Ze, have you ever entered the cultivation tower before?" Feng Zhao asked Lu Ze suddenly.

Lu Ze was stunned for a moment, nodded honestly, and then shook his head again, "I have been here several times, but I have never encountered such... a situation, or a dungeon?"

Feng Zhao was curious: "A copy?"

"Yes, I used to enter the training tower before, which is like a stand-alone PK game, and the battle will start as soon as I enter, so it's best to discuss the battle plan before entering, otherwise it's easy to come out and kneel. But this time——"

Lu Ze quietly glanced at Song Zhiran, who had turned into a dark horse, from the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice, "I've never heard of such a transformation with a plot."

Oh, I haven't even heard of it!

It seems that that Ye is really a big boss.

Feng Zhao looked at the black box again, and the alarm bell in his mind rang more and more as his heart was about to move.

To die or not to die, that is the question!

but--

If you can't die, you still have to struggle.

Feng Zhao hurriedly stood up, carefully looked at the armor and other iconic things on his body, then looked at Lu Ze, who was wearing a worn and simple armor, and finally made up his mind to hold the long wooden warehouse in his hand - must Give the big boss a "returning carbine".

He said righteously: "There is no future in seeking peace and running errands. What we have to do is to kill the enemy and become the king!"

After publishing the domineering and leaky war propaganda, Feng Zhao immediately changed the subject and said seriously: "Since this is the setting of the ancient battlefield, it is the era of cold weapons. There must be very few."

"By the way, Zhang Sheng, a subordinate, has two unscientific protections. The one surnamed Ye must also have one, and it may even be better than Zhang Sheng's. Therefore, I suggest that we should outsmart him in this battle. !"

Lu Ze nodded when he heard the words, but he couldn't help raising objections: "I think the two of them may also be plot NPCs, the kind who just issue tasks."

As soon as Feng Zhao said this, he knew that Lu Ze was more inclined to run errands to deliver letters. He raised the gun, pointed to the tree beside him, and asked expressionlessly, "Does it look familiar?"

Lu Ze was a little confused, but luckily, the spear in Feng Zhao's hand hit a circular mark on the tree, and his pupils shrank immediately, and he yelled, "Damn it, the ghost hit the wall!"

"...Scientifically speaking, we are just going around in circles." Feng Zhao seriously corrected, and added, "If we are wrong, this should be the third time we have passed here."

While speaking, Feng Zhao got up and walked around the tree a few times. Sure enough, he found two other marks, which were a triangle and a square.

Lu Ze: "!"

Lu Ze couldn't help but asked curiously: "Although there are few trees in this area, there are more than one. How can you... mark a tree every time?"

Feng Zhao raised his chin and showed off in a low-key way: "Of course it's because, every time I make a mark, I pick the most handsome tree."

Lu Ze: "..."

Since he couldn't get out, he could only turn around to find fault. Lu Ze followed Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran back to the vicinity of the battlefield with this mentality.

Then, he was sold.

Feng Zhao stunned Lu Ze, gave Song Heima Zhiran a look, and signaled the other party to be alert, then lowered his head and threw all the iconic armor and items on his body into the pile of dead people. Find a suit of armor and put it on.

This set is obviously different from Lu Ze's armor, especially the strange symbol on the chest.

Feng Zhao was sure that this set must have been left by the enemy's soldiers, and now he wanted to pretend to be a soldier who flattered and begged for rewards!

"According to the routine, as long as I change my clothes, I won't be discovered if I sneak into the barracks! What do you think?" Feng Zhao asked Song Heima Zhiran, seeking affirmation.

Song Zhiran's black horse's head was forcibly hugged, and his eyes were forced to meet Feng Zhao's. He was a little impatient, but finally nodded and gave a positive response.

Feng Zhao immediately became consummated, so when he turned around vigorously, he didn't see the deepness flashing in the black horse's eyes for a moment, and naturally he didn't see it. The big black horse suddenly raised its hooves and charged Kick him on the back of the neck.

Be quick!

Feng Zhao's flamboyant acting skills only showed his face, but when his eyes went dark, he didn't know anything.

***

When Feng Zhao was conscious again, he saw a guard in front of him, crying and saying, "Your Majesty, I'm not afraid that there will be no firewood for the green hills left, you——go—"

Before the words were finished, the guard was pierced by the feather arrow, and the dagger in his hand had already been stuck on the horse. The black horse hissed and ran out like Feng Zhaofeng.

However, before running [-] meters, the black steed let out another long hiss, and suddenly rose up with manpower, overturning Feng Zhao, and at the same time turned around and killed back.

Feng Zhao: "???"

Feng Zhao vaguely felt that something was wrong with the plot, but at the same time, he felt that it might be the horse that was even more wrong...

Which horse is so awesome?Not only did he break out of the encirclement all the way in the opposite direction, but he also directly rushed towards the enemy's tent.

Feng Zhao was so dazed that he looked at the black horse with its familiar black body, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't help thinking about it, the more he looked at it, the more...it felt like it!

"Da, lord?" A cautious voice sounded, it was the personal guard who let him stay in Qingshan before.

The personal guard looked around carefully, and after making sure that everyone seemed to be attracted by the dark horse, he hurried over, "I, Lu Ze, are you Boss Song or Feng Zhao?"

Lu Ze?

Feng Zhao felt that the name was inexplicably familiar, so he couldn't help but look at the face in front of him again. Well, this was the face he saw when he entered the consciousness before, so it's inevitable that he looks familiar, but——

"Where is the evildoer!" Suddenly there was a loud shout, and then a figure in Tsing Yi flew out of the distance in the air. He was flying dust with one hand and a compass with the other. He was about to fight down, but suddenly saw the target black horse kicking its hind legs and leaping like this rise up!

"evil creature--"

The black horse had excellent jumping ability, kicked the man in Tsing Yi in the face with one kick, and flew the compass in the man's hand with the other kick.

That strength, that direction...

Feng Zhao looked at the compass that was staggeringly flying towards him, and then slapped the compass that fell in front of him: "..."

The next second, Feng Zhao bent down and picked it up before Lu Ze.

Although I don't know if it's worth it, but pick it up and talk about it!

Feng Zhao's wealth fan attribute played a key role at this moment, because almost at the same time he picked up the compass, the compass was instantly pulled by an unknown force, and it struggled and struggled in Feng Zhao's hands , and finally failed to fly back.

Lu Ze was jealous, and suggested: "Feng Zhao, try to recognize the master!"

Feng Zhao immediately bit his finger and wiped it on the compass as if he had read the protagonist in countless novels.

The compass trembled, and before Feng Zhao's blood could seep into it, he was suddenly ejected.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao looked at Lu Ze, "Do you want to try it?"

Lu Ze seemed a little moved, but he still shook his head and said, "Looking at the situation, it should be the so-called possessed spirit weapon. Before the original owner dies, it is unlikely to re-recognize the owner."

After saying that, Lu Ze and Feng Zhao sighed at the same time. Both of them were very sorry, but they both forgot that this world is fake, and the so-called spiritual tool of the compass is naturally fake.

Fortunately, both Feng Zhao and Lu Ze still remembered their purpose of entering the training tower, so after vaguely confirming that the big black horse was another teammate, they didn't delay too much. With a big knife, he rushed to the enemy's encirclement.