Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 104: Excuse me, did I go to the wrong set?

Time passed little by little, and Lu Mingfei gradually adapted to the current intensity.

With both the speed of the car and the rate of fire reduced significantly, he no longer ran around when being hit by the rubber ball like before, and could now dodge and fight back at the same time.

The young man discovered that as long as he overcame his psychological panic, the difficulty of this special training was actually a little easier than daily training.

The rubber ball flying out of the barrel is like Uncle Xia's smash on the badminton court or table tennis table, but the speed is not as good as it is, and the feeling of oppression is also far different. Just concentrate on it. Capture the running trajectory.

The jeep, which initially only maintained a speed of 15km/h, was not as visually impactful as Lao Xia Tou, who rushed forward with the ball on the court. Every time he stepped forward with the ball, Xiaolu would involuntarily feel a little panicked and worried. He carried him up and performed a wonderful performance of leading people to the layup.

Only then did he realize that Lao Xia Tou had not lied to him. This was really just a simple pattern.

Before he could be moved, Xia Di, who was passing by, turned the front of the car and honked the horn to remind: "Attention, the difficulty has been upgraded, and the next step will be the normal mode."

"Come on." Lu Mingfei stood in the center of the circle, with a confident light in his eyes.

As Uncle Xia said, this is just a game. He only needs to slowly accumulate experience points and improve his proficiency, so that he can adapt to the rising difficulty of the game and finally win the game.

"boom--!!!"

The jeep roared in response, its speed doubled, and its gun barrel changed from two sprays per second to four sprays per second.

The wide wheels rubbed the ground, raising bits of gravel and grass, and crashed towards Lu Mingfei at the speed of an athlete sprinting [-] meters. There was no intention of letting him adapt step by step.

Lu Mingfei, who tried his best to dodge but still got hit on the head, was a little confused. He looked up and saw that the jeep was already approaching him. He quickly rolled sideways to avoid it, his clean clothes stained with dust and grass clippings.

A slightly embarrassed Lu Mingfei got up from the ground, looked at Xia Di who adjusted his direction with a drift, and silently took back the emotion he had just felt.

If what he expected was true, he wouldn't be able to have this outfit after today.

"..."

Fingel, who was peeping from a different tree in the distance, watched the crazy interaction between people and a car. He felt like he was watching a play adapted from "Don Quixote". The future junior was the crazy knight who charged towards the windmill.

But fortunately, the junior is not as mentally ill as the knight, and he still knows how to hide when a car hits him.

"Is this some kind of Spartan training?" Fingel scratched his head, unable to imagine the mental state of both parties.

If this was Mao Zi's territory, he would think it was nothing more than that, but this is China, and their education policies don't seem to be so extreme!
Just as he was about to take out his DV player and record the suspected abuse of the teenager as evidence, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, as if something was quietly lurking behind him and could launch a fatal attack at any time.

Sensing something bad, Fingel, who was squatting on the tree, moved his ears slightly, sniffed, and confirmed that it was not some reptile behind him. He decisively kicked back.

Although his posture is a bit awkward, as a top-level hybrid, his sudden kick is still very explosive. Even a baseball bat made of high-hard alloy can be broken by the kick.

But this powerful and heavy kick only hit the tree trunk. There was nothing behind him at all, as if the sense of crisis just now did not come from this.

The leaves of the big branch that had been kicked for no reason were trembling and the bark was chapped, but there were no other abnormalities.

Something is wrong!
Fingel's iron-gray eyes stared at the huge footprints, and he was very sure that something was staring at him from behind just now.

"Is it possible that that guy was warning me not to take secret photos?" Fingel suspected that the sense of crisis just now was caused by the vampire scythe, but he always felt that things were not that simple.

He glanced around quietly, surrounded by lush trees, and there was nothing hidden among them.Just when the situation reached a stalemate, an inexplicable wave suddenly enveloped him, as if he had broken some kind of boundary and entered another world.

The sky became dark in the blink of an eye, and it began to rain lightly. Fingel squatted on a branch and listened to the rustle of raindrops falling on the leaves, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

This familiar feeling made him feel like he was back in that bone-chilling place, and the blood in his body was on the verge of boiling.

But there is no bone-chilling cold here, only the inexorable rain.

"Nibelungen..." Fingel murmured in a low voice, looking through the gaps in the leaves into the valley ahead that seemed to be bathed in thunder and fire.

With the charred rocks, carbonized trees, cracked earth, and deep pits everywhere, Fingel suspected that he had broken into the remains of the Dragon King's battlefield.

Now that he had been dragged to someone else's territory, he had no need to hide anymore and jumped down from the tree.

"boom!"

Fingel, who wanted to land gracefully, fell to the ground, looking at the shell casings rolling past in front of him, his eyes a little blank.

He had clearly looked at the ground just now to make sure there was nothing before jumping down. Why was there a yellow shell shell at his feet as soon as he landed?

Standing up holding his painful ankle, Fingel didn't even have to look around to find that the area he was in was full of empty shell casings, and each shell casing was larger than his biceps. Still big.

"Why did the Axis Powers and the Allies also fight in the Nibelungen?" Fingel was shocked by this shocking scene. If so many artillery shells could be used in a modern war, how could it be a war? Let’s fight to destroy the country.

Picking one up and looking at it carefully, Fingel confirmed that this thing was freshly baked, and it was estimated that the firing time must not exceed 24 hours. The valley was still filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke that was so strong that it could not be dissipated.

"Could it be that the troops on a mission mistakenly entered the Nibelungen and started fighting with the dragons here?" Fingel quickly denied this idea as soon as it came to his mind. There is not a single corpse here, and there are no broken limbs or arms. It can't be seen, not even the traces of the axle load can be found. It is definitely impossible that the army and the dragon are fighting here.

Lamely walking a few steps forward, he found that the mountain stream in front of him had long dried up. Traces of artillery bombardment could be seen everywhere, and there were many huge cracks on the mountain wall that looked like they had been hacked out.

"What exactly happened here?"

Fingel looked around, a little suspicious that it was the work of the Chinese Executive Branch. He heard that people here preferred to clear the ground with artillery fire.

"Ta Tata..."

The dull sound of horse hooves sounded behind him. Fingel looked back and saw a group of alpacas walking out of a tree-lined path not far away.

They were chewing large pieces of vegetable leaves and carrots in their mouths, looking at him with curiosity and a bit of stupidity, as if they were wondering who this person was.

Behind them, followed a tall figure wearing dark golden armor and a metal mask on his face. He was holding a guillotine about two meters long, and his single eye was emitting a bright golden light.

Fingel looked at the ridiculously long guillotine in the opponent's hand, and then at his unarmed self, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought:
Is the equipment gap between the enemy and ourselves a bit too big?

Didn’t I really travel to the set of Death?

Why is the man opposite holding a sword?

(End of this chapter)