The Godsfall Chronicles

Blood stained the earth and dust lifted up in the desert.

The retrofitted car, like a mad beast, jumped into the camp, about to hit the steering wheel for a moment, the whole car moved across the door, in strong and stinging friction, the soft ground was plowed out two deep, the body of the car finally stabilized, kara kara groaned a few times, the engine seemed to be about to smoke, a few pieces of parts didn't know what part of the fracture bomb flew to the ground.

“Ha-ha-ha!” The fat man laughed a little, he cared nothing about the situation and put the cigarette butt out on the dashboard: “We're back! ”

The cloudhawk couldn't resist the river falling into the sea and felt like throwing up.

However, there was no food in the stomach, the spit was full of bitter water, and the mercenaries around them laughed uncontrollably at the new rookies.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

“This kid is so useless! ”

“It's not too late to go back and be a waste-picker! ”

Who can stand driving like this?

He thinks his stomach is hanging!

I'm afraid it's not easy for these mercenaries to drive like this for the second time. Just as the eagle raised its head and was ready to rebut a few words, but the words just reached the mouth and were swallowed back again, staring at the front.

This is a place called a town.

Outside, surrounded by barbed wire and fences, a large number of broken tires, stones and sand walls erected a wooden watchtower on the back of the wall, some 78 metres high, with several sentries with bows and arrows.

“Yellow Springs Mercenary, open the door! ”

One heavily modified truck that was laid across was the gate, and when the sentry confirmed its identity, the truck started driving to the side and exposed the entrance to the camp. The vast number of shattered houses with disorderly, dense and numb distributions, the vast majority of which are inhabited, is particularly noticeable in a high-rise building in the centre.

Digger's camp?

Hot and excited in the heart of a cloud hawk, he has been a wilderness seamstress hunter for over a decade, hungry with insects and grass roots every day, drinking highly polluted rainwater, and becoming an excavator, almost a dream of a cloud hawk!

The camp is in sight.

Is that kind of dining, dewboarding, ant kind of life far gone?

Several guards came over to say hello: "This has been going on for days, and it must have paid off pretty well! ”

The camp guards wore leather armor embedded in copper leather, a half-faced respiratory mask, and a windscreen, and their eyes kept spinning on the eagle, saying in a slightly unfavourable tone, "Huh, raw face? This is against the rules! ”

Rules?

There are no rules these days!

It's just a couple of watchdogs. Crazy dogs don't see it in their eyes, but you can't just offend them. Besides, the mission yielded a lot, and the cunning fox generously sent out half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket: “We're holding our heads. How can you be so handsome? This kid is a new recruit. Give him a convenience? ”

“The cunning fox is so strange, how can you not give it to him? Go inside! ”

The mad dog pushed a stunned cloud eagle, and he immediately followed the mercenary in.

It was difficult to rebuild homes in this turbulent period, because everything had to start from scratch, everything had to be produced and made by itself, and the completion of the black flag camp was rare and rare. Hotels, bars, warehouses, car parks are basically perfect.

Also, as a concentration of excavators, various metal components, strange parts, leather fabrics, are often found in various shops, and with sufficient technology and luck, these parts can be assembled in a single armoured unit or converted into a gun or even assembled into a vehicle.

This is the excavator's place.

It's a new world!

“The Black Flag Camp is not a charity, and everyone who lives here has to pay a high price. Do you want to enjoy the resources of life in it? Then fight for your life!” The fat man sums up: “This is the heaven of the strong, but also the hell of the weak. ”

After that, he got used to wanting to smoke, but remembered sending out half a pack of cigarettes, scolded the watchdog, and then said to the eagle, "Remember, it's not strong enough, it can't be better or worse here than in the wilderness! ”

At this time, the cloudhawk found a skinny, skinny young woman all over the street, enduring the cold, scratching their necks, seducing passing men and praying all over their faces.

“What are they doing? ”

“These days, women sell meat, men work hard, scripture and justice! ”

The cloud eagle was slightly stunned.

“These meat-selling bitches are everywhere, you give a loaf of bread to play with, tents, behind houses, alleys, trading venues everywhere.” The cunning fox is a master of the way, whether the cloud eagle understands it or not, "but the streets have no good color, most of them have mutant tissue, which makes them sick. A better color is usually found in a tavern, or in someone else's private collection, and the price is more expensive. ”

Cunning fox chattered to teach experience, the cloud eagle didn't hear a word, he was attracted to the attention of a woman sitting on the ground, skinny and without meat, only bone was left, half his face grew out of sarcoma had collapsed, even his hair had fallen off half, only a large number of pustules remained, and he held a rag-wrapped baby in his arms.

That damn brie smells like rot, indicating that the baby has been dead for days.

This woman's gaze touched the eagle a little, because the eyes were too familiar, despair and pain tended to be very numb, like falling into endless darkness, never seeing a glimmer of light, crippled breath, but people were dead.

“Look at the fur!” The cunning fox is impatient to shoot a cloud eagle, “I told you, look at her. It's probably mutant tissue in there. You want to fuck her, be careful even your dick rots in there! ”

The cloud hawk was dragged away by mercenaries.

Women hold rotten babies, like a corpse waiting to rot, people come and go on the road, no one takes a closer look, probably already used to it.

Cloudhawks are starting to get a little confused. Diggers can't they all put on warm clothes, eat bread and drink clean water?

Why is it completely different than I imagined!

The feeling of excitement and anticipation was like being poured cold water, like a child joyfully tearing apart a gift, but it turned out to be a piece of shit.

There are a number of poor shops in the camp.

However, there is no currency here, purely primitive barter, where food, bullets, fuel, etc. are hard-currency currencies that are more suitable for circulation.

A young woman standing naked on the high floor dancing like a water snake in a glowing light, less than thirty square meters in a tavern, her buttocks making all the men around her want to crush it.

“Slave! ”

“Slave trade!”

A flesh-faced trafficker in front of him stood high and was spitting his product - three women and two men, respectively.

“100% clean, no virus, no mutation, women can take it back to private storage, have * * butt, good color absolutely no loss! ”

“A man who is physically strong and capable of working, cultivating a few moments is a gladiator, maybe he can still earn a hand in the arena, so don't miss the opportunity! ”

Instead of suffering and despair, the three women and two men stood at will and eager to find a good master to feed them.

The wind blowing out of an alley reeks of corpses, and it's no surprise that one or two people die every day in such a remote, dark corner. Tobacco, alcohol, women, desire, violence, decadence, erosion… are almost all the themes here, with a decadent atmosphere everywhere.

Men work hard, women sell meat.

Heaven of the strong, hell of the weak.

The cloud eagle understands the cunning words a little.

A stone tablet was erected in the centre of the camp and several bans were stamped on it as if it were a bleeding red print, with the tablet stating only the ban without punishment. But not far away, a black-burning pyramid silently explains everything. Each pyramid is tied to a scorch-black corpse with barbed wire, and there is only one way to punish the camp - the pyramid!

“See?” The cunning fox said with one finger: "This is the camp chief's private residence. Don't blame me me for telling you to stay away from this place. They kill you like a pinch bug! ”

The building can be seen at the entrance of the camp, where the crane stands suddenly like a flock of chickens, with bright lights in the room. Electricity, which is a very precious luxury, is rarely dug into the wilderness by wilderness pickers who are lucky enough to imitate ancient generators, and only a small number of people have access to precious resources.

The chief's house?

The cloudhawk couldn't help but wonder: How exactly can a three-headed, six-armed figure be eligible to sit in such a camp, so that cunning foxes, mad dogs and other fierce people honestly dare not rebel?

“You're kind of at the right time.” The cunning fox looked at the stone wall and said with emotion, "A year ago, the black flag camp was ten times more chaotic than it is now, killing and raping people on the streets, all kinds of meat traders, slave traders wanton hunting, it has only improved a little since the new chief, the inscription on the tablet was written by her. ”

“The new chief? Where's the old one? ”

“What do you think?” The cunning fox looks like he's looking at an idiot: “Of course he was killed! The chief is never fixed, often the chief is killed, and then the person who kills the chief becomes the new chief, and then the later kills him. People always embrace the strong. If you feel strong enough, you can also go and challenge the chief! ”

The cunning fox and the mad dog are amazing enough. Such people are only eating at the camp, relying solely on the camp to provide information to receive tasks to earn commissions. They dare not disobey the chief or replace him. Even the cloud hawk dares not think about it!

There was a loud noise ahead.

More than a dozen men dressed as camp guards, wearing half-faced respiratory masks, were walking hand in hand with a giant body.

Heran is a monster close to half a metre thick, secreting a drop of mucus from the sticky epidermis, instantly can get the ground out of a large piece of sludge, there is also a slight hissing corrosion, making people feel creepy.

However, the monster's body was only half-cut, so it was about 10 meters away.

Not too far away, the team had traces of the soil being rolled over, a half-metre hole left on the ground, surrounded by mucus, and several bodies lying there, all corroded very badly, as if a group were about to melt.

“Shit, it's another big earthworm, it's been out twice this month, and it's over! ”

The cloud hawk has never seen such a horrible monster: “This... what's going on? ”

The cunning fox casually said: “So many people gather in the camp, if I were a mutant beast, I would choose to hunt here too. This occasional drilling out is nothing, I fear a wave of mutant beasts, most of the camp is so destroyed. ”

“Hey, relax, it's nothing strange.” An old mercenary bird comforts her: "You'll get used to it if you don't die. ”

When the camp guards dragged a horrible corpse away, the walking passers-by naturally gave way, but they didn't even take a closer look, can they get used to it?

The eagle suddenly feels like a prick in the soles of his feet and feels uncomfortable every step of the way.