Warlord

If he was still alive, he would have to go down the river like Lance. Then Lange would be waiting for him downstream. That would be another good opportunity to wait and snipe at nothing.

Although he was no faster on the water than he was on the land, Lan Qi believed that when he saw the smoke from his own fire, he would definitely return to where he had gone with the aboriginal girl. Even if he didn’t fall for the trap, Lan Qi was confident that he would have enough time to prepare for the next fight.

However, Lan Qi didn’t know that if it wasn’t for the fire he set, Zero would have passed through the Death Canyon and arrived at the downstream region a day or two earlier than Lan Qi. At that time, it would be hard to say who would hunt who.

However, the balance of fate was still balanced. Both sides had experienced a situation their opponents did not expect. It was still unknown who would be able to tip the scales of victory to their side.

Then again, who could control everything in these turbulent times? Not even a god, I’m afraid.

In the evening, Zero opened his eyes. He sat up, but felt a burning pain in his back. But perception was always good, and the pain in the body meant that both nerves and muscle fibers were functioning normally. Sometimes, suffering was another way to survive.

The flames of the flash village had been extinguished, and the charred buildings were deeply branded in Zero’s eyes. Monnie was helping her throw the bodies into the pit she’d dug out in front of the village. Her fingers were still dripping with blood, and it was clear that she was the one who’d dug the grave for the whole village.

When Zero woke up and sat up, she was the first to notice, followed by Monnie.

Since Zero managed to stand up straight, Monnie was naturally happy. But then she began to cry, and Zero knew she was crying with joy at being alive. He patted Monnie’s head in consolation.