Chapter 311 Enjoyment and Ambition

There is no school here, or in other words, every powerful fighter must find his own school, otherwise, he can only be inferior.

To be honest, it’s scary. It feels like a hundred flowers are blooming. If the Federation does not completely control the empire from the ideological level, but allows it to develop with ambition, perhaps, this is another Caesar Empire, which is more aggressive and unpredictable by common sense .

Go back like this, then he is not Morden, the Potter family, never returns empty-handed.

The death trial became Morden's last trial.

This is also the traditional trial place for Tutankhamun warriors. Anyone who survives here for one month will be respected and recognized by Tutankhamun. If they can survive for three months, they will be honored as "Shazam", as long as you go to the royal family, you will get a Shazam badge representing strength and status.

If he failed to get the expected tempering in Tutankhamun, then he should at least earn the title of Shazam before returning to the Federation. At the beginning, Morden entered the Desert of Death with equipment, but soon, he took most of the Equipment and the Tutankhamuns replaced their soil gadgets, such as tents for radiation-resistant rune bones.

All in the manner of a native Tutankhamun warrior for this trial.

This was the seventh day of Morden's trial, and he had already begun to adapt to the environment here, and learned how to find the resources to survive in this land of death.

The sky soon dawned, and the air began to become scorched. The hot breath carried a strong high-dimensional influence, radiating this land of death, and the rune animal bones exuded the light of power. Like a squeezed bubble, it is very unstable, but still dutifully filters out most harmful energies. But even so, Morden's skin still felt tingling, as if leaning his body on an iron plate that was slowly heating up. It's getting unbearable.

Morden took out the water bag, but soon, he fought back and stuffed the water bag back into the backpack. He closed his eyes and tried his best to ignore these external influences. He needed sleep, and only protection Only by getting enough sleep can we have enough energy to face the night. High concentrations of radiation are fatal, but the greatest danger also brings the most peaceful time.

Controlling sleep in the midst of pain is a technique that Moulden has learned these days. The key point is not endurance, but breathing. Following the breath of the sand dunes, it is a bit like a method of hypnosis, but it is not complete. Moulden soon found out Out of that rhythm, fell into a dream.

But soon, there was a rhythm of movement in the sand, and Morden in the dream quickly woke up.

From a distance, he saw more than a dozen figures slowly approaching him in the sunlight.

Fallout!

In this desert of death, there are not only Tutankhamun's warriors, but also the mutated group of radiation people. They, or rather, they are the enemies and disasters in the north of Tutankhamun. They used to be humans, but they are highly radiated. The desert area of ​​the desert has changed their life structure, they only need a very small amount of water, and anything can be their food, including sand, and radiation is no longer harmful to them, on the contrary, it is the nutrient for their life, which is equivalent to oxygen for humans.

The radiation people's group, under the repeated blows of the empire, gradually began to withdraw from the north of Tutankhamun. The Death Desert is their border with the empire, and Tutankhamun's fighters will be tested here. Therefore, the radiation people also Hunting and killing human beings here, whether it is the hatred of being abandoned by their former compatriots, or the pain of radiation constantly torturing the flesh, the fresh flesh of human beings has become their favorite delicacy.

Morden has been targeted for more than a day. They are a cunning group with human intelligence. They scout, judge, and kill with one blow. The daytime in the desert of death is their time.

Morden counted the numbers with a smile, twelve radiation men, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, took out the water bag, took a big gulp, and ate an anti-radiation tablet, which could make him survive the radiation. Ten minutes of full-on combat, and then he got down to bandaging his hands in earnest.

Before the radiation man could complete the encirclement, Morden rushed out, rushing in front of a radiation man like lightning. The ugly, distorted face was covered with green fluff, and the seeping green could still be seen in the sunlight. Light, the Radiant Man let out a scream, and the stench in his mouth came to his nostrils. Morden punched out a straight fist without any tricks, and at the same time, he turned around and passed the arms that the Radiant Man was embracing. You can see the rotten arms where you can see the bones. They are not thick, but under the blessing of radiation, they are strong enough to easily penetrate the gray blood warrior's body defense.

Morden's fist directly penetrated the Radiant Man's neck, a strangling force, like a directional bomb, instantly blasted a big hole through the Radiant Man's tough throat.

Eleven left.

Morden continued to make lightning saves!

However, with full firepower, he didn't notice that, far away, an army fully equipped with anti-radiation equipment was watching this fight coldly, with a military spirit as a whole, murderous intent looming.

The tall leader was the only black man not wearing radiation equipment. Looking at the lightning-like Morden, who was constantly circling among the radiation men, killing the powerful radiation men one after another, his eyes became even colder.

"The federal people are still a little level, but that's it, let's release more radiation men."

After the sand dunes, more grotesque radiation men appeared, as if they had emerged from a cage, they frantically rushed towards Morden.

It doesn't make sense.

Although Moulden wants to sharpen himself, he is not an idiot, just like he would not go deep into the wilderness indiscriminately. The people there don't care whether he is a member of the Federation. He also pays special attention to the radiation man, who is also one of the threats. Popping up in such a large quantity here!

He smelled conspiracy.

Vadina Oasis.

Lord Wazina was carefully accompanying a middle-aged man whose whole body shone like black glazed gemstones. The man was always smiling slightly, and his dark lips set off his snow-white teeth. The gentle feeling and strange charm made his aura suppress the whole room, and everyone surrendered to him unconsciously.

"Come, this glass of wine, to the great god, thank him for giving us life and strength."

The middle-aged man raised the glass in his hand. This is a luxury from the Free Federation. A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. The empire is becoming more and more inseparable from the Free Federation. ,Is it really possible? When the people are more in awe of seeing yellow skin than seeing the lord, how much time do these nobles have to enjoy these things as much as they do now?

Enjoyment and ambition are really difficult to balance.

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