Zhao Rui put Qinglan down, then lit a bonfire, took out a pill from his body, and handed it over.
"This medicine is specially made by me. It can temporarily resist the miasma here."
Qinglan took the pills without thinking, then took out the dry food from her bag and placed it on the campfire, and at the same time took out the map she carried with her.
"Your Highness, Babri's tribe should be right in front. According to our speed, they will arrive in another day."
Zhao Rui just glanced in that direction and didn't say much. He just found some hay and spread it on the ground. They could only make do with it here tonight.
At this moment, a strange rustling sound suddenly came from the jungle, and then a dozen heavily armed savages slowly walked out of the jungle.
They were wearing a special kind of rattan armor, which looked very hard, and these guys were extremely built, with the lowest being over two meters tall.
Qinglan was startled and hurriedly got up and hid behind Zhao Rui.
"Wait a minute, these should be the people of the Kamudo tribe. They are the most powerful beings in this jungle, and everyone is a master!"
There was no trace of panic in Zhao Rui's eyes, and there was even a hint of disdain. He raised his palm and struck it out lightly, knocking one of them away and hitting the giant tree hard.
When the others saw this posture, their eyes widened immediately. They did not expect Zhao Rui to be so powerful, and they immediately rushed forward waving the weapons in their hands.
Just as they were approaching, the long knife in Zhao Rui's hand suddenly appeared with a powerful sword wheel and was thrown out, instantly cutting off the heads of the two people.
The vine armor on their bodies is indeed powerful and invulnerable to a certain extent, but there is no protection at all around their necks.
Zhao Rui's sword skills focused on the word "quick". Before they could react, everyone's heads were cut off and their heads fell aside.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Rui arrived in front of the man who had been knocked away just now, and put a long knife across his neck.
"Give you a chance to live! Tell me who sent you here? Where exactly is Babri's tribe?"
This guy was quite a man, and he would rather die than obey Zhao Rui's sword, and even turned his head away.
Seeing this posture, Zhao Rui didn't waste any time, raised his knife and chopped off his head.
"We can't take this place, we have to travel all night!"
Zhao Rui didn't care so much. He simply packed up and picked up Qinglan on his back, and quickly shuttled through the jungle.
"Your Highness, if you think I am a burden, please put me down."
Qing Lan suddenly felt guilty. Since entering the jungle, he had not helped in any way, but had become a burden to Zhao Rui.
Not only was there no way to resist the flatulence, there was not even the slightest effort.
"You are now regarded as my king's subordinate, so I can't leave you behind. Don't say such words again in the future."
After scolding, Zhao Rui sped up and soon arrived at a dense bush.
In the open space in the distance, a pair of heavily armed soldiers were shouting, as if they were performing some ritual. In the middle of them, a strong young man stood on the high hall, raising his hands and shouting continuously.
Shout to the sky.
Zhao Rui steadied his breathing and used the surrounding bushes to hide his body as a pillar to stare at the open space in the distance.
"That person should be King Babri!"
Qinglan took a look: "Yes, that's him! He once went to the capital of the Khmer Empire to pay tribute, I've seen him!"