More than 30 miles away from Peng County, Sijie mountain, the most famous mountain in the area, is burning. The part that rises into the clouds shows its outline under the burning flame.

At the top of Sijie mountain, another big mountain was hanging upside down in the sky. Missiles kept coming and turning the ground over and over again.

However, compared with the whole mountain, the power of missiles will not be able to flatten the whole mountain for a while. Perhaps the most elite strategic forces of the alliance have such strength, but they are definitely not possessed by the nearby garrison

Asalu dashed down the hillside of 90 degrees. Every step he took was six or seven meters away. His coarse linen clothes and hair were blazing in the wind, and the flame rose back.

Half way up the hill, he stopped in a stone crevice. His clothes had burned out, revealing his strong upper body. He reached back and pulled his hair.

The rattan shaped small debater, which had been carefully woven, had been burned and scattered. He turned his sharp axe, grabbed his hair and pulled it on the edge of the axe.

All of a sudden, he felt that the whole world was fresh. He looked at the burning plants around him. The air was burning with high temperature. Fortunately, it was still tolerable.

It seems that the world is not as beautiful as the priesthood said. From the moment he crossed the two mountains, several brothers of the tribe were blasted into flesh and blood by the roaring tin cans.

It was a warrior like him, a powerful warrior who could tear the black wolf and hunt demons. Without any resistance, he turned into ashes in the fire.

And the enemy's shadow did not see, he learned from others, with the fastest speed down the mountain, behind the explosion is still continuous.

Is it safe!

Although it was still burning around him and surrounded by flames, asalu was relieved that the flames could not pose a threat to him.

Now, he can't wait to find the enemy hiding behind him!

Asalu took a deep breath, leaped from the crevice and rushed to the side where the flame was smaller.

Under his flexible body, the speed of lush plants did not decrease much, just like a flexible tiger and leopard, shuttling between the mountains and forests.

The lower he went, the less iron cans would explode. After rushing out for more than a mile, his figure suddenly stopped.

Asalu found himself empty on both sides. He was standing on a mountain path, which seemed to be the path opened up by the aborigines of the world.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, he felt excited. As long as he followed the activity trace, he could find the target, the prey or the enemy?

Along the way down the mountain continue to run, soon, in front of the familiar figure, is the tribal warrior, but also five people.

"Ayna, you rushed down, too!"

A strong woman with a shaved forehead looked back and saw a smile on his face and said, "asalu, do you want to join our hunting team?"

"Of course, ayna, you can watch it. I want you to prepare your dowry and wait for me to marry you. Ha ha ha!"

Asalu turned his axe around and joined the crowd

Ayna sneered: "don't die, or you won't get any dowry."

"Those iron jars can't kill me, asalu. When I find them, I must let these despicable mice taste the axe!"

Six people quickened their pace. The uneven mountain path was at their feet, like walking on the flat ground. Soon more than ten people joined up and followed the more and more obvious track of activities.

Until some strange white buildings appeared in front, which looked like houses, didn't look like wood, and the top was flat.

Sure enough, they are stupid natives. They are not even good at building houses. They all shout the name of God and rush towards the village.

Boom!

Asalu smashed the wooden door open with one axe. He went into the house with his head down. There were buckets like toys, pools, and all kinds of strange utensils. They were neither iron nor wood, which was totally different from any material he knew.

He is like a curious giant who has broken into the mysterious world of villains and all kinds of new things. However, when he enters a room whose wall is blackened by smoke, asalu can still distinguish the small pot and stove.

This is the kitchen of the little people!

He gets excited. Having a kitchen means having food.

As soon as he looked around, he saw the bacon hanging on his head. The smell of bacon made asalu's mouth water flowing out.

Jump up and take off the salted meat hanging on your head. It's both fat and thin. The skin has been waxed and dried. It's fragrant.

It must be made of good salt. In the tribe, bacon is hard currency. Although I don't know what kind of animal's meat it is made of, because of its fragrance, asalu won't care so much.

A small half of the bacon is put into his mouth. When he chews his teeth, he squints his eyes and feels the delicious taste between his tongue.

It's delicious, but it's a little small. Suddenly he thought of something. He opened his eyes and looked around at this salty house. He took the cupboard apart directly. With his keen sense of smell, he found out everything he could eat, the most precious of which was the white flower, the fine snow like crystal salt. There was no bitterness. He had never seen such a beautiful snowflake before. Even the refined salt eaten by the head of the tribe and the priests was not so white and pure. Could it be that the indigenous people here were salted meat with such good salt? It was too wasteful and extravagant. Asalu was very indignant about this. Only a strong man is qualified to have such a good thing. So he searched the house as fast as he could. Unfortunately, except for finding something in the kitchen, all the other rooms were filled with incomprehensible things. There was no precious metal, nor anything extraordinary. He took local materials, packed all the food in two small bags and hung it on his waist. Then he rushed into the second house, the third house... Until the fourth house, he saw two little men with wrinkled skin, the little old man with short hair, holding a box of wooden poles in his hand, trembling, pointing to the intruder, and constantly yelling at him. It's like driving away wild animals. Asalu can see through each other's details at a glance. His feet are empty and his blood is weak. He can twist each other to death with a finger. These villains are really too weak. With a sigh in his heart, he strode forward and held out his big hand to grab each other. Yes, no matter how old and weak they are, they are also prisoners. Prisoners are important wealth. Even if they can't be sold for much money, they can be used as food reserves. See the little old man across the body taut, fingers move, asalu just a little alert, bang! A flame shot out of the small dark hole. Asalu was like a heavy blow. He looked down and saw that his chest was densely inlaid with small iron balls.