Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

However, there will also be some low-level pawns among them, who failed to withstand the temptation of the mountain charm, and were eaten, which is also a common thing.

It's hard for Dongli to judge the strength of the barbarian in front of him.

But in terms of concentration, Dongli already had the answer in his heart.

Picking a small flower from the bush at random, seeing Dongli, he began to remove the petals one by one.

"Marshal, he looks like a classy savage, do you want to..."

The personal guard, after all, is the personal guard, who can see the thoughts of his own commander at a glance.

My boss has a habit, when he is indecisive, he likes to pick flower petals to make a decision.

This kind of practice is called by his own marshal, a kind of fortune-telling.

Although Dashan provides Daxia with [-] barbarian troops every year.

But among them, there are very few real high-class barbarians.

Even some high-class savages are rebellious and difficult to tame.

In addition, every year the high-class barbarians are filled with the Suzaku army, resulting in very few high-class barbarians in the hands of other legions.

Take the Xuanwu Army as an example, there must be superior barbarians.

But talent... a little bit worse.

After all, it was a product selected by the Suzaku army.

As for the high-class barbarians in the wild, there are very few of them.

One suddenly appeared in front of him, and it looked pretty good.

Naturally, Dongli wanted to take him under his command.

"Go and meet him, if he is weak, kill him!"

Dongli squinted his eyes halfway, and picked off the last petal casually.

It seems that some kind of decision has been made in his heart.

Can't see his anger.

Just an understatement.

It's like there is an ant at your feet, you don't even look at it, and you step on it to death, and the tone is indifferent.

"Yes!"

A high-class barbarian, the strength is not bad.

It may be possible for Dongli to catch his eye, but there may not be many.

The most important thing is that when Dongli looked at this barbarian, he always felt familiar.

I remember that barbarian who seemed to kill Yoo Sang-fin, the physique described was very close to the one in front of me.

If it's not the best, if it is, Dongli can't help but weigh it in his heart.

After the personal guard responded, he stood up and looked at Zhong Zhao Ke who was walking through the dense forest.

There was a rapid and long howling sound from the mouth.

Howling like a leopard.

Just to remind Zhao Ke.

But the speed of the guard was far faster than his voice.

The figure reached Zhao Ke's side almost in the blink of an eye.

Dongli appreciates this.

Even if the opponent is an ant, his personal guard can still use all his strength to make a move, so he doesn't hold back.

It was this attitude that allowed him to be valued by Dongli among the many guards.

It's a pity that in this era, there is no such saying that the lion fights the rabbit with all its strength.

Otherwise, it would be more appropriate to describe it.

Just as Dongli thought.

After the barbarian heard the whistling sound, his expression suddenly changed, and he became vigilant, but his own guards had already moved to his side.

"call!"

A simple blow of the whip kicked, but the piercing sound of breaking wind.

But it gives people an aura of overwhelming Mount Tai.

The barbarian didn't even have time to dodge, he simply raised his hand to block it instinctively.

In an instant, an irresistible force caused the barbarian to be kicked out.

There was a roar in his ears, and Zhao Ke didn't know what he had bumped into.

I felt that my eyes were blurred and my whole arm was numb.

After rolling on the ground, he got up from the ground in embarrassment.

It's just unexpected that Zhao Ke didn't look up at the assailant the first time he rolled on the ground and got up.

Instead, he activated the Wuxiang Sword Sutra with his backhand, and stabbed behind him with a sword.

"not good!"

Under the light of the sword light, behind Zhao Ke, a hand that was grabbing the back of Zhao Ke's neck was pulled back hastily.

But the speed was significantly slower, and there was a burning pain in the palm of his hand.

The guard looked at his hand again, and saw that a large piece of flesh and blood had been cut off.

If I hadn't noticed it so quickly, I'm afraid that with this one blow, I would have cut off my four fingers.

"Magic!"

The figure of the personal guard quickly retreated from behind Zhao Ke, his eyes stared at Zhao Ke a lot.