Chapter 201 (1/2)

For Zhuoma's jumping thinking, Lu Ziming smiled slowly, but what he thought was his current situation.

Watching Zhuoma jump up the hillside and disappear behind the hillside, he seemed to be touched by something. He suddenly turned back and looked at the cattle and sheep eating grass at the foot of the mountain. A cold air rose from behind to the top of his head, and his hands and feet were cold.

He finally knew why sanar ignored the existence of his superman. He didn't believe that sanar didn't doubt his identity. What even Zhuoma could see could not be concealed from other people's eyes.

Looking at thousands of huge cattle and sheep on the hillside, he suddenly understood that it was not that they didn't notice, but that they simply ignored their own existence.

He doesn't know whether the herdsmen have found the existence of fortified meat, or whether the meat quality of dark creatures also has the effect of strengthening meat. The physical quality of a herdsman who lives with cattle and sheep all day has long exceeded that of ordinary people. Even if he is not a superman, his own strength can't be underestimated.

From the speed and flexibility of Zhuoma's jump just now, it can be seen that Zhuoma's physique has reached the peak of the second-order strong, which was hard to imagine before.

From the outbreak of the virus to the present, herdsmen eat a large number of cattle and sheep of Diablo every day. Every 1000 grams of Diablo is equivalent to 1 gram of fortified meat. If their calculation is not wrong, herdsmen eat about 3 grams of fortified meat every day. There may be nothing a day or two. Over time, their physical quality has changed significantly, and Zhuoma can reach the second-order peak, What about the others?

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Every herdsman in the whole camp is a fortifier. Some of his physique may have reached more than level 3. Naturally, he won't pay attention to himself.

The inherent thinking limits themselves, as well as sanar and others. In their eyes, they may be an ordinary person and may not have anything to do with Superman. Zhuoma asks whether he is a superman, but doesn't care about whether he is a strengthened person. Instead, he misunderstood Zhuoma's meaning.

Looking at the herdsmen shuttling back and forth in the camp, he suddenly had a bad hunch in his heart. A seemingly absurd idea flashed through. After the outbreak of the virus, the herdsmen who live scattered on the grassland have the least population loss. Once they become strong, will they ride on war horses and wave their swords south like in ancient times.

Herdsmen are full of wildness from the bottom of their bones, and their strong desire to conquer has not diminished all day. Zhuoma's hegemony is a good evidence.

The threat of nomads disappeared only when hot weapons were on the stage of history. However, after the outbreak of the virus, the effect of hot weapons became weaker and weaker, except for nuclear weapons.

I can't imagine that these herdsmen eat a large number of dark creatures every day. After their physical strength reaches the balance point of the threat of hot weapons, when the evolved war horses surpass the mechanized Legion in terms of speed and adaptability, won't they plan for their own living space?

Suddenly lost his mind, he smiled. He was worrying about things in front of him. He was still in the mood to think about the shit of herdsmen. Didn't he support it before he was full?

This may be the sequelae left in the closed space. It's very complicated to think about big things, just to kill those empty and lonely time.