Chapter 590 The Disaster of the Thunder Mercenary Group

"Brother Zhenbang, don't think so much, you have important things to do! We don't have enough time! We can save a moment, but we can't save the whole life. We can only hope that they will be blessed and blessed!" Long Miao Seeing the look in Li Zhenbang's eyes, Miao felt a pain in her heart.

"If you're really worried, then we'll just go with it." Long Miaomiao hesitated for a moment, his eyes dimmed.

"Silly girl, you are right. It can be saved for a while, but not for the whole life. What's more, our time is very tight. Drink the water of life, take a good rest, and then we will go find the century-old requiem grass Seeing Long Miaomiao's pale complexion due to excessive use of fighting energy, Li Zhenbang felt very uncomfortable, and handed over a bottle of water of life.

Before Long Miaomiao's trial, Li Zhenbang put a lot of water of life into her space ring, but Long Miaomiao was not willing to use it, and always used recovery potions to speed up recovery.

Due to taking too many recovery potions in the Temple of War, Long Miaomiao's body has already developed a certain resistance to the potions. If he doesn't take care of them, it may have a negative impact on his body.

The reason why Li Zhenbang gave Long Miaomiao the water of life was not only to let her recover quickly, but also to recuperate and improve her body.

After drinking the water of life, Long Miaomiao recovered cross-legged. Green energy flows in and on the surface of Long Miaomiao's body, and white energy is constantly being excreted from the body. The white energy is the restorative medicine left in the body.

After a short time, the green energy slowly restrained and merged into Long Miaomiao's body. When Long Miaomiao opened his eyes again, seventy to eighty percent of his grudge had recovered.

"Why didn't you use the water of life to restore fighting spirit during the trial? The water of life is not like the recovery potion. Long-term consumption of large amounts will have a negative effect on the body." Li Zhenbang looked at Long Miaomiao with some blame.

"There are so many recovery potions, and they are easy to get. Of course, we should use the recovery potions first!" Long Miaomiao smiled playfully at Li Zhenbang.

"I know my body well. Don't worry, nothing will happen. At worst, I don't need to restore the medicine in the future. I will wait until the power of the medicine is exhausted." Long Miaomiao still has a word in his heart, that is, there is not much water of life left. , how could she be willing to squander.

"You! Remember it in the future, you don't need to save me. Without me, I can figure out a way, you just need to take care of yourself!" Li Zhenbang looked at Long Miaomiao seriously, how could he not know what was in Long Miaomiao's heart? thought.

"Oh, I got it. Hmph! I will make you poor and poor in the future, and let you drink northwest wind!" Long Miaomiao pouted, looking impatient, but her heart was already full of joy... …

"Brother Zhenbang, we have visited almost all of this mountain, and found a lot of precious medicinal materials, but we still haven't found requiem grass that is more than a hundred years old, and the highest age is only more than 50 years old. What should we do next? What should we do? If it doesn't work, we can only go to the Beast Emperor to try our luck!" Long Miaomiao looked at Li Zhenbang, feeling a little anxious for him.

It has been three days since they separated from the Thunder Mercenary Group, and they still haven't harvested anything. I'm afraid there won't be more than a hundred years of requiem grass in the Tania Mountains.

"If we go to see the Beast Emperor with our current strength, I'm afraid we will be stopped if we don't even see each other." Li Zhenbang shook his head. If there were only him and Long Miaomiao,

The chance of meeting the Beast Emperor is almost zero.

"Then what should we do? Don't we want it?" Long Miaomiao looked at Li Zhenbang suspiciously. Only a hundred-year-old requiem grass could not offset the pain of tempering the soul.

"Huh! If it really doesn't work, a hundred-year-old requiem grass is enough. I don't believe that I can't hold on to the pain of tempering the soul! But we will wait until we return to the Carlo Empire, and use Soul Condensation Qingming outside. For Dan, the unknown risk is too great." Li Zhenbang clenched his fists.

Even if he didn't get a hundred-year-old Requiem Grass, he would still choose to take the Ninghun Qingming Pill, not to mention getting one now, theoretically speaking, the pain can be reduced by at least half.

"Then what are we going to do next? Are we going back to Carlo City?" Long Miaomiao really missed her godmother Alpha.

"Let's go back to Dragon City to rest for a while before we talk! Just go back to the academy to take a look and get my graduation certificate by the way." Li Zhenbang thought for a while, shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

Calculated by time, if nothing unexpected happens, the large army should have returned to Dragon City long ago. And with the subtle connection between Li Zhenbang and Omega, he can also know the approximate location of Omega. The specific location is not clear, but it is known that it is already in the territory of the Carlo Empire, and it seems to be close to the direction of the imperial capital.

Now that they had decided to go back to the Carlo Empire first, the two of them didn't stop any longer, and flew directly in the direction of Dragon City on the sixth-order winged bird beast.

The back of the winged bird is very wide, and Li Zhenbang and Long Miaomiao sit cross-legged and it doesn't look crowded. The two of them began to adjust their state while the winged bird was flying...

"Hill, tell me! Where did those two people go? Don't toast or eat fine wine!" Farke pointed at Hill with a hook, and said impatiently.

"How many times have I told you that we've been separated long ago, and we don't even know where they went!" Hill spat out a mouthful of blood, the clothes on his body were tattered and already stained red with blood.

In the previous team of more than a dozen people, now there are less than ten who can breathe, and no more than five who are still fighting.

Miss Dai was protected by Hill and others, but was not taken away by Farke's men. It's not that Farke didn't have a chance, but that there was no need for it at all. It can be said that the entire Thunder Mercenary Group was wiped out. Miss Dai'er was already in their hands, and there was no chance of escape, so they were not in a hurry.

"Separated? Hmph! Hill, no matter where those two are, I will never let them go! But I want to get some interest from you first!" Farke glanced at Hill and his side with gloomy eyes. A member of the Thunder Mercenary Group.

Hill felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and his whole body was a little tense, but he still took a step forward and stood in front of the others. He is the deputy head of the Thunder Mercenary Group, and at critical moments, he has to be responsible to other members of the group.

"Hill, you are very good at being a hero! Since you want to be a hero, if I don't fulfill you, wouldn't that disappoint you? I am a person who likes to fulfill other people's ideals, so I decided to help you One!" Farke sneered and walked towards Hill.

"Fake, what do you want to do? Don't mess around!" Hill took a step back unconsciously.

There is a difference in strength between them. Even if Falk has not fully recovered his strength, he is still a golden warrior. Even in his heyday, he would not be Fak's opponent now, not to mention that he is seriously injured at the moment, and he can't even display half of his strength.

"I don't want to mess around? Hmph! The little bitch who helped you at that time did a lot of messing with me! If the bishop didn't happen to be at the station of our violent mercenary group, I'm afraid I would be a useless person forever!" Farke growled at Hill, obviously Long Miaomiao's hurt to him made him unable to let go.

"Hill, I want to see if you can find a chance to be born again after going through the same thing as me!" Farke's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, looking at Hill's face. There was madness in his eyes.

"Fake, it seems that we didn't stop you when you were seriously injured and carried away. You let the others go, and I will let you handle it!" Hill knew that he was doomed, but he still tried his best to find an opportunity, at least To find a way out for his brothers.

"Let the others go? It depends on whether you have the ability! Don't say I bully you, I will let you use one hand, if you can force me to use the other hand, I will let them go!" Fake will The tiger head double thorns in his hand were thrown aside, his right hand was behind his back, and his left hand was stretched out. He is very confident that at this time, even if Hill grows two hands, he cannot be his opponent.

Farke is not left-handed, but he has been using tiger-head double thorns all year round, and there is not much difference in the dexterity of his left and right hands. The reason for doing this is because Hill is right-handed, and it would be very uncomfortable to suddenly fight with his left hand.

Seeing that Falk had given up his weapon, Hill was stunned for a moment. This was a naked provocation, but it was also an opportunity.

Hill is not as arrogant as Fack, he has no intention of giving up the use of weapons, even though it is a bit unreasonable to do so, but Fack is a gold warrior, he is only a silver warrior, and he was seriously injured.

Hill took a deep breath, took a lunge, gripped the spear with both hands, and pointed the spear at Falke.

"Hill, are you going to stand there and fight me? If you don't want to come over, then I will go over!" Although Falk said so, he didn't mean to rush forward.

But Hill knew that if he didn't attack again, Farke would be the first to attack. He was already at a disadvantage, and if he lost the opportunity to attack first, he would be even more passive.

Thinking of this, Hill no longer hesitated, and with the spear dancing, he attacked Fake with the momentum like a dragon coming out of the water.

Looking at the shadows of guns flying all over the sky, Fake curled his lips in disdain, and snorted coldly: "Fantasy and embroidered legs, gaudy." His left hand flashed out, and in the chaotic shadow of guns, he grabbed the end of the spear.

Hill hastily tried hard, trying to pull the spear back, but the spear seemed to be pinched by iron pincers and remained motionless.

Hill couldn't help but increase his strength, trying to snatch the spear back, but Falke suddenly let go, and Hill stepped back a few steps, almost falling.

Farke didn't let go of this opportunity, he jumped up, clenched his fist with his left hand, and hammered at Hill's face.