The young man was a little surprised at the combat effectiveness of the Romans who were sneaking into the camp's sneak attack on the camp's true disciples, and the continued battle situation gradually turned into a stunned amazement. It was not until seven or eight minutes later that the Siloria soldiers who joined forces with the Earth's spellcaster finally defeated the invader, and Zhang Lisheng came to his senses. ()

As soon as the battle ended, a dragon lizard with its body covered in bruises and its tail was cut off, revealing its bloody section, rushed out of the jungle.

Seeing this giant creature coming, the earth explorers couldn't help but scream and retreated in a panic. Many people staggered and slumped on the mud, only Guo Caiying and Zhang Lisheng did not move.

The running dragon lizard ran to Guo Caiying and stopped suddenly. The sharp limbs and claws grabbed deep into the woodland. The giant lizard jumped off like a dark cloud, took off its helmet, knelt on one knee, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Thank you for your help, the noble lady from a foreign country, so that we will not swallow the bitter fruit of failure.

The Silorians are not afraid of death, but are afraid of not being able to win on the battlefield."

Looking at the samurai leader of another world kneeling on the ground and his chest, the solemn expression that was completely different from the usual laughter and cheerfulness, and smelling the almost suffocating bloody smell emitted from his body, Guo Caiying calmed down and said seriously: "We are allies, the captain of Aovanro.

You were attacked while helping us explore the jungle. No matter who the invader is, we have the responsibility and obligation to jointly defend the enemy. Are your casualties serious? Can you guess who launched this raid?"

"Three brave warriors of Silorian returned to the embrace of the earth. Five others were seriously injured," Ovanro's face became a little dim, and then he was full of hatred. "The only ones who would shoot cold arrows at our Silorians in the dark are the Ostas, these rats who would tremble with their axes when they waved their swords on the battlefield."

"Is that right? You'll be more prepared to know who launched the attack." It's not convenient to express your opinions on this issue. Guo Caiying said vaguely, then thought for a while and said, "Captain Aovanro. There is a doctor in our team. Let him go and treat the injured.

If it is convenient, I want to go and comfort them, is that OK?"

"This is our honor, honorable lady." Aovanro stood up and bowed deeply.

Guo Caiying nodded and said to a middle-aged man with a bald hair and a pale face not far away, sitting on the ground, "Doctor Song, come with me with a first aid kit." He walked side by side with Avanro to the jungle, and Zhang Lisheng behind her also pretended to be curious and followed closely.

Seeing that Zhang Lisheng was about to enter the forest with Guo Caiying, Liu Yiteng, who was still in shock, opened his mouth and stopped talking. In the end, he did not say a word, but gritted his teeth secretly and walked towards the dense forest.

The dense forest is deep, and the fierce and terrifying battle ahead has scared the poisonous insects and beasts away from home. Even the sound of insects is inaudible. Only the "pah..." sound made by the raging fire burning the wet trees echoed in the air.

"What if this caused a forest fire? Such a dense forest, it's not a joke, it will cause big problems..." The middle-aged man alopecia areata who walked beside Zhang Lisheng in a panic, trembling hands tightly holding the straps of the first aid box, looked at the firelights in the forest and said incoherently.

"Doctor Song, please rest assured that the fire has been covered by my 'Valoron Four Magical Tools' of the Shi family and it will not burn far away." At this time, a slow and leisurely voice came from somewhere, which relieved the team doctor's concerns.

"That's good, that's good..." Finally, I thought that there were always the true Chinese sects around me to protect them secretly. The middle-aged man's face slowly returned to a little bloody color. He nodded and said. As soon as he finished speaking, Guo Caiying in front of him asked, "Director Li, are there any casualties in our comrades in the Religious Affairs Bureau?"

"Don't worry, this small battle wouldn't have taken my life, but three or five people suffered some skin injuries." A breeze blew through the forest. When Fengsan arrived, a man wearing a windbreaker and bald head and big ears stood beside Guo Caiying, clasping his hands together.

Obviously, in front of the Red Noble Girl, this true Buddhist teachings and the leader among the younger generation did not dare to pretend to be a god and invisible answer.

"That's good." Guo Caiying nodded with confidence, and Zhang Lisheng, who was following her, quietly looked at the bald man's trembling cheeks, but vaguely guessed that the battle just now was not as relaxed as he said.

"By the way, Director Liu, the more you are, the more you cannot relax your vigilance. The defense work in the camp must be done well." After walking a few steps, Guo Caiying said again.

"Don't worry, Si Guo, Director Qian has withdrawn from the camp." The bald man said. As he spoke, several people came to a scorched earth with hundreds of huge trees broken and faint moonlight shining through the ground, and the surrounding fire was burning.

The traces of the fierce battle that had just ended were everywhere here, but as soon as he came out of the jungle, Zhang Lisheng's eyes were attracted by the bodies of the tall Roman warriors soaked in pools of blood and their dead riding beasts, and there was no other sight.

At the same time, Guo Caiying, whose eyes floated over the dead body, frowned slightly, coughed lightly and asked: "Where are the injured soldiers? Captain Aofanro."

A hint of sadness appeared on the strong face of Ovanroru's steel cast, pointing to a hill made of trees in the distance and said, "They are holding funerals for the dead soldiers with other soldiers, noble ladies."

"Captain Aovanro, if outsiders can be allowed to attend the ceremony, I hope to send those brave warriors to the journey." Guo Caiying thought for a while and said politely.

"This is the honor of the dead." Avanro bowed solemnly and guided his allies to the small hill of trees. Suddenly, someone behind him asked, "Captain Avanro, those corpses were left behind by the enemies who attacked you this time?"

Looking back, it was the young man who was unaware of his identity but seemed to be quite close to the noble lady of the honorable allies, who was referring to the enemy's corpse. Ovanro nodded indifferently and said, "Yes, those corpses are despicable Aostas."

"That's the evidence. Keep it calm. When you ask the Ostas in the future, if there are these corpses..." Zhang Lisheng reminded him with kindness, but was interrupted by the fierce Roman warrior leader in front of him with a grin, "Dear Lord, our country has different rules from your country. The Silorians never question the enemy, they will only kill them.

We will stay here for the beasts to devour the bodies of the Aostas, and turn them into feces to be their best destination."

"Oh, sorry, I just want to kindly remind you." Looking at Avanro's hideous face, Zhang Lisheng smiled strangely, explained, and then fell completely silent.

Afterwards, the Silorian soldiers and their beasts were turned into ashes by flames in the trees poured with special oil, and the ashes were loaded into iron urns by their comrades;

The injured Silorian warrior was examined and treated by a Chinese team doctor;

When Guo Caiying personally visited the injured true disciples of the Chinese sect, the young man didn't say a word, just watched quietly.

After struggling until late at night, after all the aftermath was finished, Zhang Lisheng followed the girl back to the camp to rest as if he was here. Two or three hours later, when the person in the room was asleep, he quietly crawled out of his sleeping bag.

After moving his hands and feet, Zhang Lisheng smiled faintly in the darkness, took a deep breath, and suddenly spit out. The dense forest outside the house suddenly blew up a howling hurricane, wrapped in a few wisps of mud and sand soaked in rain, flying into the wooden house through the crack of the door.

Floating in the sleeping bags gathered at the young man's feet, the wet mud seemed to be shaped by an invisible big hand, and soon turned into an empty human form.

Then a milky white light flashed by an ordinary person's naked eye, and the clay man had turned into a physical body exactly the same as Zhang Lisheng.

"Nuwa has mastered the power of sculpting people with soil, and it seems that I have not completely wasted these few months.

However, such a human creation method that consumes divine power is meaningless at all. There should be other skills that I have not mastered." Zhang Lisheng murmured as he looked at the man who was breathing in the sleeping bag like looking in the mirror. He snored in the clay sculpture. He murmured, and his figure disappeared into the void.

When he appeared again, he had already returned to the scorched earth just now.

At this time, it was only a few hours before the battle ended. The fleeing beast had not returned yet. Zhang Lisheng walked to the bodies of the discarded attackers. Seeing that there was no sign of being swallowed, he smiled satisfied. He bent down and suddenly grabbed the arm of a dead corpse, tore it hard, and tore it off.

"Ha, the Romans' physical fitness is even more exaggerated than I guess. It takes at least three tons of strength to tear the arm. According to the "Heidelberg Experiment", the limbs can be tear apart with just one ton of pulling force.

This means that the muscle fiber toughness and bone density of these 'big men' are more than three times that of the Earthlings. Unfortunately, there are no instruments and insufficient experimental materials, so accurate data cannot be obtained." Zhang Lisheng murmured in a habitual manner, threw his broken arm aside, and reached out to touch the neck of the Roman warrior who had no corpse that had been destroyed by himself.

"One, two, three, four..." Wipe the blood from the corpse's thick neck with force, and carefully looked at several deep scars that could penetrate the bones. The young man sighed, "The vital part was hit by six fatal attacks, and he almost cut off his head before he died. This vitality is simply comparable to an earthworm.

A world without supernatural power is really a ghost. Is it a supernatural ability only if casting a spell is considered a supernatural ability? Is it wrong to use "Roman" as my second goal of conquest..." (To be continued...)

ps: Tomorrow, it is not true that today is Zhuzhu’s 35th birthday. I plan to go to the suburbs with my wife and baby daughter to relax and ask everyone for a day off.

It has been a long time since I got sick, but my family has been relaxing together. I am really looking forward to it,,,
Chapter completed!