The Godsfall Chronicles

The wilderness is endless and difficult to walk through on foot, and transportation is particularly important.

Transportation resources in wilderness areas are extremely scarce, even if there are domesticated mild mutants in large excavator camps, or poorly assembled cars, but the quantity is ultimately small and can always be used by only a small number of people.

Mutant animal ferocity can be domesticated as a mount not many, growing up from catching young animals domesticated, the whole cycle is too long, the cost of consuming very high is also at great risk of failure.

Wilderness cars are easy to work with, but the parts come mostly from excavation in the ground, the trophies are removed from other people's vehicles at times, or they are produced by crude and indiscriminate means, so that the wilderness cars created can move well, don't expect to overcome the harsh and complex environment of the wilderness.

Mutant beasts ride to eat and drink water.

Wilderness locomotives need to consume fuel.

It is under restrictions that wildlings are confined to a very small radius, and only Yellow Springs mercenaries, who lick blood at the tip of their knives, have the guts to explore further afield.

Yellow Springs is the oldest brand force in the Black Flag camp and has accumulated considerable transportation resources over the years.

Five wilderness cars, four of which are Land Cruisers and one of which is a large van, were launched at once by cunning foxes, and it has been a long time since the Black Flag camp had such a big position!

Yellow Springs Land Cruiser bumpers are replaced with spikes, the roof of doors and even axles are covered with iron spikes, and four exaggerated large wheels bite the ground tightly like gears. If you look at them like big metal hedges at first glance, mercenaries simply call them: iron hedges.

Yellow Springs cargo and prey trucks are huge in size, with eight full wheels, two iron plates welded to the head, a sharp angle of less than thirty degrees at the tip, and a large, bare, almost iron cage-like compartment, all looking like a reptile with only bones and heads, and the mercenary takes a very fitting name as well: Iron Lizard.

Yellow Springs mercenary vehicles are frequently used to troubleshoot and repair more frequently, so that under the long grinding and improvement, although the styling does not meet any aesthetic standards at all, the performance aspect is also so-so to deal with wilderness conditions.

Bigfoot ran and called.

Eight heavily armed mercenaries, each riding a Bigfoot.

Hiring Hyokokok is the leader and Cook is quite strong in the mercenary corps, so as the captain of the cavalry group, his weapon is a sickle gun that is seven feet long, a feature of a collection of sickle guns, so swinging in the attack can also be used to chop, especially for cavalry use.

There's power, there's support, there's search, there's logistics, there's training, there's tactics.

This mercenary force, even if it looks at the wilderness as a whole, is probably an elite force, not to mention an old bird of exceptional skill and experience, naturally very powerful enough to cope with the vast majority of hazards.

But what's most dangerous in the wilderness?

Heart!

No matter how terrible natural disasters are, no matter how brutal the tide of the beast is, man as a herd animal ultimately needs to live with his kind, so compared to natural disasters and beasts, it is the human heart that poses a real and constant threat, and countless facts prove that man is sometimes more brutal than natural disasters.

In these turbulent times, it is too difficult to find one or a group of trusted partners.

Mercenaries may be brutal, cruel or vicious, but at least internally they are very united. This is the biggest feeling that cloudhawks have lived in the mercenary corps for a month and a half, and the Yellow Springs mercenaries have today, presumably because the team has something very rare in the wilderness.

“Return soon! ”

The camp guards waved their compliments to the mercenaries.

Bears and several elite members also stood in the crowd, and their eyes swept across the eagle from time to time, revealing strange colors in their eyes.

The camp gate is open.

Mercenaries officially depart!

Eagles, wulas, mad dogs, eight bigfoot birds ride, and eight wilderness knights all arrange for an Iron Lizard van. Bigfoot is a good rider, after all, his strength is limited. If he runs more than a hundred kilometers with the car, he won't have much strength until he really needs to use it.

Five wilderness cars lined up in a straight line, two each in front of and two behind the hedge, the lizard in the middle and rolling in yellow sand dust, an elite force driving into the wilderness.

The wilderness is endless and desperate, and we don't know how many bones are buried.

Cloudhawks trample the desert once in a month and a half, but the mood has changed considerably.

Mercenary convoys, like a dragon in turquoise, slowed out of the black flag camp and rushed to the endless scorching desert.

Nobody noticed.

At this moment, not far from the camp, a small group of strangely dressed people are sneaking around, seemingly reconnaissance of the situation in the black flag camp.

The leader is a strong, flu-like man with bright black skin and some metallic texture. He doesn't have hair, but his head has two big, buffalo-like horns. His weapon is a giant sword with a height of one person.

This weapon weighs at least a hundred kilograms and may not be used by non-powerful people.

Men are obviously mutants too.

Though a mutant, despite his rugged form and temperament, he had cold, serene eyes, staring dead at the black flag camp that stood in the middle of the desert.

At this time, a relatively skinny mutant walked over, full of gray hair, pointy-mouthed bird feet, ribs and flesh wings, indicating that he might be able to fly, and he made a low voice: “Penis, this time is no problem, this hunter is not weak, didn't he just die in her hands? ”

“Don't worry, I found out that she is alone in the wilderness, there is no other hunter here, do you really think this woman can fight the master?” The dark horn man's eyes flashed with bitterness and hatred: "This woman has killed several of our brothers and must not let her die too easily this time. ”

Another costal mutant makes a nightingale laugh.

How dare you come to the depths of the wilderness alone?

How dare one man come after his master?

What a stupid woman!

…………

Endless flying sand leaves the desert and goes to heaven.

The wind blows a few strands of yellow sand in Evening Summer.

At dusk, the wilderness sand sea and the sky line, when the rolling red sun slowly sank, a convoy suddenly jumped out of the hot sun, in the cloudy and twisted air, like a mirage of an untrue sea city.

The terrain in front of this convoy has begun to change, with a vast number of very heterocyclical mountains stretching around each other, and countless messy ruins all over the ground, as if a giant, bizarre metal building had been slanted into the sand, like a giant ship that had just sunk in half.

The cunning fox shouted back in the racing car: “Attention, slow down, this generation is the mission area, the terrain is complicated with a lot of rubble, all be careful! ”

“Yes!”

The spirit of mercenaries drank at the same time.

Wu La saw the cloud eagle sleeping in turbulence. He opened his bloody mouth to the cloud eagle's thigh and bit it. The cloud eagle looked like a cat that had been guessed to its tail and almost fell off a simple iron lizard.

“Wu La! What are you doing!”

Wu La barked at him a few times.

Crazy dogs wipe their hands with a rag of razor blade and hold an inferior quality cigarette roll in their mouths, vaguely saying: “Not only is the rubble easy to hide as a mutant beast, but it is also possible to hide the sweeper, starting from now on, cheer up! ”

Hire Hyogo to hand over a cigarette roll: "Want a sip? ”

The cloudhawk shook his head: "I don't smoke. ”

Cook laughed, “Don't smoke? What a man! ”

The cloud eagle is a strong and winning man. You are welcome to take it and take a hard breath. This inferior quality tobacco from the black flag camp immediately releases an irritating gas that looks like a fire. It makes people feel like their lungs are burned, and makes them cough violently almost choke.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

“The rookies are useless. ”

“Come on, have a slow sip first! ”

A kind mercenary threw a kettle and the cloudhawk didn't even think about it. He threw it into his mouth and poured it in as if it were either water or sulphuric acid. The cloudhawk's face suddenly rose red and a large mouthful sprayed out.

Fuck.

It's spirits!

Mercenaries laughed indiscriminately, and when the boy was brought back into the regiment, the mercenary had a lot of fun in his life, and for the past month he liked to have fun with the cloud eagle like this.

At this time.

The sound came from the first car.

A mercenary shouted: "Attention, attention, there's a situation ahead! ”

The mercenaries suddenly cautioned, the clouds and eagles hurriedly pulled out the steel stick, from the left position in front of the convoy, suddenly a group of creatures, about a dozen or twenty looks, all laughing like wolves and dogs, all hairy as steel needles, their eyes scarlet, running fast, actually came to the car.

“It's a rat! ”

The eagle called out, and these creatures were absolutely mutant rats described in the mission intelligence, and they were amazingly big, and although they were still rat-like, they grew to the size of a common rotten wolf, and the eagle had never seen a rat this big before.

Finally!

Two mercenaries pulled out a short bow, slammed two arrows past them, and two rats screamed and fell to the ground. The other rats seemed to finally realize the danger and all turned their heads and fled in one direction.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

“Run away! ”

Two cars accelerated to catch up, a giant mutant rat was knocked down, crushed by a giant wheel, all intestinal organs were squeezed out, mercenaries accelerated to knock down several more, this joy of broken flesh made them feel as refreshed as they smoked hallucinogen.

“Keep chasing! ”

“Run them down! ”

Two hedgehogs have gone a long way, crashing down seven or eight rats all the way. Even if these mutant giants are tough enough, how can flesh and blood resist steel? It doesn't look so hard!

The cloudhawk just thought so, shouting from the front.

“Careful! ”

A hedgehog suddenly lost its balance and rolled up a lot of dust and gravel. It actually flew over the sky, turned several laps and landed heavily on the ground. Fortunately, several mercenaries sat on it with agility, and the car jumped out at the moment of loss of balance, which was not pressed under it.

What the hell is going on?

All right, all right. Why did you dump the car?

The other four cars stopped.

Cloud eagles wrapped most of their faces in a cloth towel to protect themselves from dust and sand, carrying black triple prism tubes, followed the mercenaries behind their back to check the situation.

“Boss Cunning Fox, Boss Crazy Dog, look, this...”

The cloud hawk squeezed into the crowd, the tipped iron hedge poured in front of the eyes, the tire in front of this car seemed to run into something, now it is covered with green liquid, this liquid is very corrosive, the whole tire has been corroded, the metal part of the axle has been severely damaged, this car is considered obsolete.

“Acid! I think it's a mutant rat. It's not intellectually clear!” The cunning fox frown wrinkles tightly and looks around, "Forget it, the terrain is too complicated to drive anymore, we'll find a safe place to park for one night and explore the area tomorrow. ”

Mercenaries scold bad luck.

The cloud eagle is terrified. The mutant rat is too powerful. The acid can corrode even the metal. If it falls on the human body, it doesn't even have bones? Even a little splash will ruin your face!

Cook walked past the cloud eagle and photographed him: "It's no wonder any strange creature has appeared these days. Let's go! ”