Chapter 230 (2/2)

”Click!”

A skeleton skull on the ground was forcibly stepped into several pieces. His Tomahawk never left the skeleton's neck bone. He made great efforts under his feet. Every time, he was looking for the skull on the ground.

Skeletons, like zombies, are physical attacks. Superpowers basically have little use. Zhuoma hides behind the stone pillar in a hurry, but she can't help. Zhuoma's body recovered quickly. In less than 4 days, she was able to walk by herself, thanks to the physique of the third-order strong. If there were crystals, Zhuoma's injury recovered faster.

Zhuoma thought about how to help Lu Ziming. When she saw three people hiding in the corner like herself, she shouted, ”skeletons can be killed. Please help us! Otherwise we will all be trapped here. Come on!”

The three of HA RI Ba RI had no panic at the beginning, and their emotions slowly recovered from being out of control. However, they were asked to rush up to help Lu Ziming. The huge shadow in their heart trembled uncontrollably, which could not be eliminated in a few words.

”Ha RI Ba RI, you are a coward, pretending to be a black tiger on the grassland. The Mongols only have warriors who live standing and don't die kneeling. Even if you go out alive, you will always be looked down upon by the people. Think of your relatives. If they know that you are cowardly and can't lift the steel knife in your hand, they will be ashamed of your cowardice, and they won't admit that you are a warrior for a long time Its people, you live like a dog! ”

”And you two, you are cowards, stupid people who can't help you when you die. You are fighting for you, but you live like a wild dog without dignity. Whether you can get out of here or not, you will bear the reputation of cowardice and will never be able to lift your head. Are you worthy of your dead companions? Do you have the face to go out from here? Pick up the knife in your hand like a dog A real Mongolian lives... ”

Being scolded by Zhuoma, who was much younger than himself, haribari had no courage to refute. They really didn't have the courage to raise their knives. Like a real Mongolian warrior, they fought like their ancestors. Even if they added knives and axes, they wouldn't shrink back.

Their bodies are full of the blood of the rebellious Mongolian ancestors. They dream of the same brilliant achievements as their ancestors all the time. At the same time, they are also men. If they are men, they will be angry and feel ashamed. They feel that Zhuoma's words are like steel needles in their chest.

They are human, they will be afraid, but they are Mongols, with a glorious history and glory. When this once glory does not belong to them, they finally began to be angry.

”Shut up! Shut up!”

Harzbari's face became ferocious, and harzbari's glory was profaned by a child, which was worse than killing him. Maybe running away didn't make him ashamed, but when others were fighting, he chose to run away, which was a great blow to him. When he slowly recovered from his fear and found that Lu Ziming was fighting and the skeleton was not immortal, the balance in his heart began to tilt.

Maybe haribari will really die here. Whether he chooses to be killed in humiliation or fight bravely, which is a problem that can only be faced in despair, is now in front of him.

”Kill! Fight like a real Mongolian warrior. We are not cowards. We are real Mongolian warriors. The eternal day is watching us, and the people are watching us. Kill!”