Survival in the apocalypse: I can sublimate all things

Just imagine.

The moment the location of the mining area was confirmed, the silver shuttle jumped into the mining area carrying hundreds of Huayuan-level transferers and tens of thousands of eight-armed tribesmen. If there is no one to guard it, all the mineral resources will be swept away by the wind and the remaining clouds, and then go to the next mineral point. If there are people guarding it, then they will clear it out along with the people and the mines, and then go to the next mine point!

With such an efficient, productive and high-level working method, you can even throw away the map and start a blanket search directly! That scene is so magnificent!

Therefore, he couldn't understand why some people could tolerate the eight-arm tribe's passive attitude towards life and deliberately split the power of the tribe. Isn't that just nonsense?

Fortunately, he, Lu, has always been known for his responsibility.

Resolutely abide by the traditional virtues of "never give up", "never abandon", "if you can save one, save one; if you can save a clan, save a clan"!

Therefore, this eight-armed tribe is waiting to be revitalized! Someone saved him!

"Um?"

Just when Lu Ming's expression was infinitely close to the "flag of power".

There was a new movement in the Skola Mine area where the clone Lu Shen was.

Lu Ming's eyes narrowed, and his expression changed from ferocious and gloomy to calm and calm.

The next second, in the dimensional battlefield and the Skola Mine area, the clone Lu Shen walked out of the cave where he temporarily lived.

The moment he stepped out of the cave, Irelia, shrouded in darkness, and Phantom Wolf King Mo also stepped out of the shadows. One of them, one wolf, stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right, exerting pressure.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Mingping looked at Dongyue Baihao, who was kneeling with his head bowed in front of him, and expressed doubts.

Just now, they were the ones who sent out a signal asking for a meeting.

Baihao said sternly: "Your Excellency, the third reconnaissance team of the subordinate tribe found traces of the expansion of the space wormhole four hundred kilometers northeast of the mine. After tracking it, they discovered the dimensional starship of the Eight-Armed Clan. The subordinates speculated that it was coming. The rescue team rescuing the Eight-Armed Clan ordered the Third Reconnaissance Team to keep an eye on them, while the Fourth Reconnaissance Team went to respond, and their subordinates rushed back to inform the Lord. But..."

Baihao hesitated to speak, his face looked very strange.

Lu Ming raised his chin slightly, stared at the top of Baihao's head with his scarlet vertical pupils, and said coldly: "I don't like your way of communicating with big breaths."

Baihao's pupils shrank, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. The moment Gein felt Lu Ming's gaze, he felt as if he was in an abyss! The abyss we faced was even more violent and terrifying than when we broke through the specialization level!

Dongyue subconsciously wanted to make amends for her husband, but her reason instantly defeated her habit.

Because she felt that if she spoke, not only would it not be able to ease Master Lu Ming's mood, but it would actually make the atmosphere worse.

"Yes, my subordinates will never do it again."

Lu Ming withdrew the suppression of the boundless abyss, regained his tone and said: "Continue talking."

Baihao took a deep breath and said smoothly: "But when the subordinates arrived at the core of the mine, new news came from the reconnaissance team. The dimensional starship was parked in an open space two hundred and seventy miles northeast. A large number of Eight-Armed tribesmen landed in the starship, and the number of people who were visually observed was about five thousand. "

"Five thousand?"

Lu Ming frowned, this number was worth ten mining teams.

If it were to rescue the captured Eight-Armed tribesmen, would it be necessary to engage in so many types of construction work?

Wouldn't it be better to get a few tribesmen and lead a group of mercenaries?

"At least five thousand."

Baihao corrected his statement and then said quickly: "But this phenomenon is too weird. If it is to save people, there is no need to create such a big battle. After all, the Eight-Armed Clan is a famously flat tribe in the dimensional battlefield, except for once in a thousand years." There would never be such a grand mobilization of the tribe in the tribal ancestor worship meeting; what is even more strange is that after these more than 5,000 eight-armed tribesmen landed on the ground, the dimensional starship directly rose into the sky, and they were majestic , holding no weapons, walking towards the mining area without even talking and laughing, just like going out for a walk. "

Hearing this, not to mention Lu Ming, even Irelia couldn't help but become confused.

It is simply a wonder to the sky.

In the dimensional battlefield, who doesn’t know that the Eight-Armed clansmen cherish their lives the most?

It is obvious that it already has a very solid battlefield position.

In addition to the protection team provided by the mining company, she would still hire a higher-level private security team according to the danger level of the area. Before joining Lu Ming, she was one of them.

Today, five thousand eight-arm tribesmen left the city, or took a dimensional starship, but they didn't even bring a single escort. Who wouldn't be surprised if they were replaced?

"What happened after that? What did you do?"

After hearing this, Lu Ming was not in a hurry to express his opinion. He first asked Baihao how to deal with it.

Baihao said solemnly: "We didn't dare to act rashly for fear of alerting the enemy, so we asked the reconnaissance team to follow them all the way. We are still tracking them, and we have neither been discovered by them nor the hidden guards."

"..."

It has to be said that this abnormal behavior did bring him a lot of confusion, but who is he, Lu? No matter what you want to do, as long as you are still in this second war zone, as long as you are from the Eight-Armed Clan, you are the target of salvation!

"Give me the location and I'll go and see for myself."

Baihao shared the dynamic coordinates of the third and fourth investigation teams in person.

After receiving it, Lu Ming was about to rush over when a chaotic sound of turmoil came from below the mountain road.

What followed was a barrage of angry rebuke.

"Made, I have caught you! You bastard is not very strong, but his legs can run quite well! If I hadn't been more skilled, I would have let you go up there. Your Majesty won't let me go by then. The skin is peeled off! Get back here!”

"I don't! I have something important to inform the Lord! Don't stop me! If you delay, you will be the sinner of our final legion!"

"Hey! What a bastard! Are you trying to scare me? My lord did ask me to treat you preferentially! But you take yourself too seriously? He has a lot of things to do, and Boss Basha can't even see him easily! Why are you a mere miner? See you? It’s a big deal? I think you want to take care of the funeral! And what do you mean by “our final legion”? You dare to call yourself a member of the legion, so get out of here!”

"You bastard! Let go! Let go of me! My lord! Your lord!! Badanmu has something important to see! Your lord!!! Your lord!"

Just when Badan Muhei blushed and shouted at the top of his lungs, several figures teleported in front of him.

The Huangjiao warrior Charon who suppressed Badanmu glanced at the person who came, his eyes suddenly stared, suppressed Badanmu and knelt down suddenly, and said in horror: "My lord, Charon neglected his duty and actually let the slave Badanmu I broke away from my post and climbed up to the Holy Mountain. I disturbed the Lord. Please punish me."

When Lu Ming saw that Charon was suppressing Badanmu even when he was panicking, he knew that the matter was not that simple. Judging from the time, it was probably Badanmu's intermission or meal break, and he had the small amount of time he had given him. Privilege, if you want to do something, you still have a chance; so he waved his hand calmly, and turned the specialized energy into substance to lift Charon up, and said with a smile: "He has privileges, and it will definitely be difficult for you to supervise him as strictly as before. Now, It’s not your fault, it’s your fault. What you just said was quite interesting. Tell me something important.”

Badamu broke free from Charon's suppression, knelt down on one knee and said sincerely: "My lord! Please send people to two hundred miles northeast now. I will send 5,600 elites of the Eight-Armed Tribe to your lord!" "

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