The Godsfall Chronicles

The faint grain fragrance that emanates from the oil paper penetrates the nostrils, a feeling that is intoxicating and dreamy.

Two pieces of hard black bread, a bottle of lightly polluted water, such fine food that the waste-pickers have never seen before, and every waste-picker is covered in an unprecedented sense of happiness.

With a pair of trembling hands, the eagle slowly unveiled the oil paper, like a devout pilgrim opened the sacred object, two pieces of hard bread just floated in front of his eyes, the cereal aroma became more intense, rapidly stimulating saliva secretion - bread, this is bread!

He saw it in the book.

Never thought that such legendary delicacies would appear in your hands. These two pieces of bread are worth at least one in the ruins. Oh, no, at least ten lives!

He carefully pinched a small piece into his mouth.

Cloud eagle closes its eyes and feels carefully, first soaking hard-boiled bread with saliva, unique fragrance all over the tip of the tongue, wonderful feeling unreal, makes him feel intoxicated, like in dreams.

But this dream was interrupted by an unexpected guest.

A fine figure walked in with a machete. He had an ugly scar on his face. This man was not the other guy, he was the one who snatched the meat from the animal yesterday.

This guy's on the move too!

The cloud eagle picks up a short sword, a pair of hostile eyes like a provoked leopard. Yesterday, because of hunger, there is no need to fight hard. Today is different. Whoever dares to rob his bread, even if the spelling is exhausted, must stab the sword into the other party's heart!

“I'm not interested in your food! ”

“So what do you want? ”

Scar looked a little strange, flashing a little cold, "Did you see that? Three diggers, lots of bread and water in the car, and we have weapons in our hands. Why don't we spell it? ”

There were only three diggers, none of whom had firearms.

Most of these excavators recruit them to die, and the waste-pickers sit with them, why not join forces to kill them, food, weapons, water, these most important things in the wilderness, are almost within reach!

When I think of the wonderful flavor of bread, the blood filament of every waste-picker's eyes spreads, and greed and killing rapidly gather in my heart.

Kill them all!

Cut them into meat sauce!

Every waste-picker stood up, scars staring at the hesitant hawk: "Are you going or not? ”

Everyone has desires, especially greed and desire to survive. In fact, cloudhawks want to join, only years of wilderness life experience make it impossible for cloudhawks to trust them to scar them. Even if a minor desert picker grabs bread and water, will they give him a scar?

The answer is obvious.

This scar will never give even one breadcrumb. Instead, people will join forces to kill the weak in the team, because one less person will give the others an extra point.

And... can the Wastepicker really succeed?

This question looks stupid, more than twenty people have no suspense against three, just don't know why, it's just a bad instinct!

A cloud hawk peeks at a black man.

This leaves the scalp blasting, as if ice water were poured from the head.

Because of the fierce black man, he even looked at the desert pickers, as if he could hear them.

The two of them looked at each other instantly.

The cloudhawk felt struck by lightning, and the poor words in his head could not describe these eyes!

That sharp eye has an unspeakable deterrent that feels like not one person, but a horrible mutant beast, naked and direct announcement and warning: you are nothing but a bunch of tiny prey, insignificant, worthless!

He felt that every muscle of his own had to tighten, like a desperate young beast who, despite being forced to despair, subconsciously wanted to resist!

“Don't go.” With all his strength, the cloudhawk finally turned his eyes back and found himself in a cold sweat, only to keep his voice down and say, "You're going to die! ”

“Useless piece of shit!” Scar spit hard and said to the other wastepickers, "We'll kill those excavators and come back and clean up the crap! ”

“Okay!”

Twenty waste-pickers began to act, and a pair of silent eyes were cold, and those who grew up in the wilderness understood the meaning of that look. These scavengers have turned into a bunch of wolves, to be precise, a bunch of hungry wolves that lock their prey.

Crazy dogs don't rush, they smoke, and these hungry wolf-like people are just air in his eyes.

He looked at a skinny teenager who squatted silently on the short wall eating bread. The picker was a little interesting, so acute, like a beast, full of indomitable wildness in his eyes, and dared to look at himself for so long without collapsing.

Most importantly, he can smell danger, so he didn't come to die?

That's kind of funny!

“What are you doing? ”

“You unselfish bitch! Get the hell back here! ”

Two mercenaries found the pickers moving, pulling out their weapons, blackmailing and scolding, and the pickers were not responding, but getting closer.

“Hey, hey, hey, come on, come on!” The mad dog's thick hissing and muttering sounds like a nightingale, ugly big face with a long scar like an ugly centipede twisting, tossing his cigarette butt to the ground with his toes in the mud: “I'm not having any fun, you two rookies get out of the way! ”

“Crazy dog boss, this...”

Two mercenaries glanced at the mad dogs, suddenly shut up, shrugged away, and looked at the stupid wastepickers with mercy!

The mad dog grinned and slowly pulled out two snowflake machetes with his hands. The knife was a bit like a dog's leg knife, but the knife was straight back and the blade was curved, the blade was wide, his head was light and his feet were swinging heavily. He could not use it without his wrist, but it was surprising that the mad dog pulled out the knife and threw it on the floor at will, then raised his hands and walked forward.

Why did you throw away your weapon?

Why don't you change colors in the face of a dozen or twenty faces?

Why do you dare come alone to a bunch of unarmed deserters?

Dumpster has long lost his mind, his face is full of blood and killing intentions, these things against common sense are long gone, Scar shouted: “Kill! ”

Dozens of waste-pickers jumped like hungry hyenas.

Scar rushes to the front with a machete, a waste-picker on the left with an iron bar, a waste-picker on the right with an axe, and the three are the strongest and most agile, so take the lead!

Cut off his head!

Split his bones!

Take everything he's got!

Scar thought so, and he did, but just lifted the knife, all the moves stalled.

The mad dog stretched out his right arm like lightning, clamped his wrist with five fingers, twisted, clicked, and his wrist folded in the opposite direction at a right angle. The broken bone pierced the skin and a lot of blood burst out wildly.

Sweep your right leg.

Smoked like an iron whip on Scar's calf, his entire body was cut short, his legs folded in the opposite direction into a creepy angle, and his leg bones were broken into pieces.

Last punch!

Scar's chest was completely depressed and seven or eight ribs smashed, like a flying sandbag, instantly crashing into several wastepickers.

The iron rod came on the right.

Crazy dog handcuffs, grabbing and smoking, firstly the iron stick was forcibly snatched, then suddenly stuffed back into the man's mouth, first brutally smashed his teeth into pieces, then pushed hard, pounding crisply, the iron stick passed through the back of his head, the whole head stabbed out a huge cave!

“Ah, monster! ”

The axe picker saw this and immediately ran away with a cracked liver and gallbladder.

Crazy dogs won't let him go, jumping too high for one person, raising his right leg over his head, like a heavy hammer falling down, iron boots hitting the head of a waste-picker.

Knock!

The cervical vertebra is completely broken!

That head was stuck in the chest by the forces of horror, the incredible force made the Duplicant's legs embedded in the dirt, nailed to the ground like a pile without falling down, of course he had to die no more!

“Ha-ha-ha!” The mad dog is full of madness, like a hallucinogen, seems to have lost his mind, "Come on, keep going! I haven't had enough, I haven't had enough! ”

The two mercenaries don't like to see this cry, the boss is already in a state, which is very dangerous in this situation, which is also the origin of the nickname "mad dog”!

Two mercenary rookies don't dare approach!

Scar still lay hard on the ground humming his anger, the mad dog stepped directly over it, the whole face recessed in, the red and white objects of the head seemed to be tired of the body long ago, rushed out impatiently, sprayed all around. Crazy dogs are like stepping on an egg and easily crushing a person's head.

The whole process lasted less than five seconds, the mad dog killed three waste-pickers in an instant with extremely brutal and bloody violent methods. The killings were clearly practiced in a thousand hammers. That does not belong to human power at all. It is creepy!

It's not human.

It's the devil!

One by one, the picker is scared out of the sky. A few cowards pee their pants on the spot. The cloud eagle also looks at the scene with wide eyes. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe someone could have been so strong!

Crazy dogs kicked Scar's machete and grabbed it, just as he was about to start killing.

Boom! Boom!

The sand dunes lifted up the sky and the bright hedgehog assembly car jumped out of the dunes in front.

Fatty sat in a bumpy car with a cigarette, holding the steering wheel in his left hand, drawing a gun from the waist in his right hand, almost halfway through the air, all of the movement suddenly, he didn't even aim, and the handshake was a shot at the mad dog.

A bullet crosses a few dozen meters.

Pfft!

The blade in the mad dog's hand was precisely broken into two pieces.

The cloud eagle was shocked once again. This fat man, who seemed to have little talent, actually had such a horrible shooting technique. That incredible accuracy is also not what humans can do!

Several vehicles rushed back to the makeshift camp.

“Crazy dog, what's wrong with you!” Big fat man sees three terrible corpses, "kill one or two, forget it, are you going to kill all the broilers? ”

“It's out of control!” The mad dog shook his head hard and seemed to have woken up: “Didn't you kill him all? ”

Fatty knows what's wrong with mad dogs, and this guy is prone to go crazy as soon as he kills, thanks to his timely return.

“Cunning fox, what good are you doing us with all this garbage?” Crazy dogs are so impatient, “I think you're wasting your time! ”

“How can you fish without bait? All right, stop it!” Fatty slaps mad dog on the shoulder: “The golden master of this mission is unusual and rewarding! ”

And the mad dog didn't say anything.

The fat man turns his head and looks at the waste-pickers: "Okay, everybody's here now, you filthy waste-pickers. Listen, I'll give you half an hour to prepare! ”

“I'm not going! ”

A waste-picker shouted in panic.

These excavators are a bunch of monsters, unlike those who usually hire desert pickers to do their job. If you follow them, there is absolutely no hope of survival.

Boom!

Nobody can see how fat people shoot.

Fatty was a self-assembled gun, and the bullet was also specially made. The immense power directly smashed people's heads open, and the waste-pickers fell straight to the ground. The red and white stuff in the broken head flowed all over the reflective nerve for a second.

The waste-pickers are as cold as cicadas.

The eagle was still sitting next to the short wall, as he watched as he slowly stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth, then drank the rest of the water, and what the old man had said echoed in his ear.

People can be chess players, they can be chess pieces.

A chess player has a choice, but a chess player can't.

Everyone has a chance to be a chess player, so make every choice with caution, because once you become a chess player, you have no choice. Anger, helplessness, panic are useless. If you become a chess player without your own strength and still consider yourself a chess player, thinking that you still have the right to choose, then the result will be the same as scars for these people.

So the eagle decided to play a good chess player and looked forward to picking out the board to become a chess player again.