Doomsday Pavilion

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The reason why he is called a savage is based on Mingguang himself as the criterion.

Mingguang has its own social system, with order and rules, as well as the inheritance of spirit, will and culture. It is unceremonious to say that after the cataclysm, Mingguang has been able to be called a civilization.

This is the pride of Mingguang. In the eyes of Mingguang people, the human beings outside of this city can only be called savages. Perhaps, savages still live a life of drinking blood.

Legends about savages are everywhere in the base city, and it's no secret.

In the overwhelming chaos of the early stage of the Cataclysm, it is hard to say how many survivors were able to gather in Mingguang Base City by luck—then where did the remaining people go and how did they survive?

But the legend is a legend because it has never been proven.

...

Two armored vehicles with a total of twenty-five people are the only survivors so far.

Bai Qiongshou picked up the crude darts one by one from the ground, fiddled with the feathers on them, put them next to his nose, sniffed, and immediately took them away.

"This dart is poisonous."

Liu Zhuzi gave a hum, and carefully observed along the two tracks.

"Go over there and have a look."

Not everyone is good at spotting clues, and the remaining people stay on guard by the two cars.

Well, there is actually nothing to be wary of. After the fog has cleared, the flat wilderness can look straight to the horizon from this end, and the shallow grass prevents any creatures higher than the feet from hiding in it.

A middle-aged man in Liu Zhuzi’s team didn’t look good, and finally couldn’t help but speak.

"It is wise to return to the base city immediately and inform the garrison..."

Many people in the team nodded their heads in agreement, and some had already yelled.

"It's a hell, thousands of people, and cars, just disappeared like this?"

"Why don't you look at it? You can go quickly, and the enemy will kill a carbine in a while, buddies have to explain it here."

The swallow showed a mocking expression,

"Three thousand kilometers of wilderness, how many people will the base city send to rescue these missing hunters, three hundred or five hundred?"

Shan Ye took a sip of wine and said, "Send someone? For this kind of mission across the wilderness, the base city is afraid that the task force has long been prepared for annihilation."

The middle-aged man sneered,

"The large army of thousands of hunters disappeared silently. It is clear that the opponent's strength and number are far better than ours. If we don't leave quickly, don't we have to send it to the door? Are they stuffed between their teeth?"

"That's it, thousands of people say nothing and it's gone. What good is it for us to go there?"

"It's better to report back to the base city as soon as possible, maybe there will be time to send a garrison to rescue..."

The wine bottle in Huang Dashan's hand slammed into the middle-aged man's face with no effort, just just enough to smash it. To the evolutionary, it was like a tickling.

Huang Dashan shook his legs,

"Yelling at a woman, you guys, feel glorious?"

The middle-aged man with a frothy face was mad, "You!"

"Swipe it!"

The taciturn Li Heigou and Shen Feng got out of the car, stood in front of Yanzi, and looked up at each other's group of people.

The old god Huang Dashan was sitting on the front of the pangolin, squinting at a group of people, not treating them as a dish at all.

Spit out two words,

"waste."

The middle-aged man's face flushed red, as ugly as if he had eaten a dead mouse, but he really didn't dare to move it.

Not every team is like a swordsman. The first-tier boy chickens can only drive, and the second-tier swallows are also responsible for the investigation logistics, sewing and repairing and cooking, which is extravagant to the point of heinous.

Really started, let alone Huang Dashan, it is the thin Practitioner and the group of people are not necessarily able to balance.

"what happened?"

Liu Zhuzi and Bai Qiong turned back and saw that the two men and Ma were faintly confronting each other, and their expressions were immediately difficult to look at.

The middle-aged man was very embarrassed with a wet face. He said angrily, "Captain, they deceive people too much."

Liu Zhuzi squinted his eyes.

"When they saved our lives just now, why didn't you say that they deceived people too much?"

This can be said to be a word of humiliation. A group of people, especially middle-aged men, have hot faces and can't say anything with their mouths open.

Bai Qiong sighed and threw a dart among the crowd.

"This kind of poison has the effect of exposing the source of light. It is obvious that the task force was attacked by people in heavy fog and can take away so many materials and vehicles. Their base camp must not be too far from here... . And I also found that the IQs of these people do not seem to be high, and they can't even drive a car. All the armored vehicles were towed away by brute force—one for each person."

Whether the IQ is high or not, it brings no comfort at all.

"Towed away... hundreds of armored vehicles?"

The face of the middle-aged man who suffered a bottle of wine turned green.

"In other words, they have hundreds or thousands of evolvers who can drag off-road vehicles weighing tens of tons?"

Bai Qiongshou nodded solemnly, and now everyone's expressions changed.

"Is it a human or a monster who attacked the large army?"

Every off-road vehicle that can drag dozens of tons of weight is not a monster.

"Then what are you waiting for, withdraw!"

Bai Qiongshou was silent for a while before saying, "Then..."

Uncle Huang sneered with his throat.

"Remove a mother, daddy, go back now, let the GRs in the base city think of Grandpa Dashan? How many enemies are there? I don’t know! What does the enemy look like? I don’t know! Where is the enemy? I don’t know! Haha.. . You guys don't wanting face, daddy needs a face too!"

A person lives a face and a tree lives a skin. For hunters, face is about life.

At the very least, Shan Ye is like this.

Liu Zhuzi said, "Da Shan is right. You must know who attacked the big army!"

Then Liu Zhuzi turned around and said to the own player,

"Some people came with my old Liu because of this task, and some people have been with me for a few years. Old Liu, I put it down today, and daddy will not go away desperately... I want to go. , The car belongs to you, if you don’t want to leave, go directly to the pangolin."

They were silent when you looked at me and I looked at you, looking at each other.

The middle-aged man got on the car first and began to clean up the supplies. He was considered benevolent and left most of the fighting supplies to Liu Zhuzi.

Sixteen people, including middle-aged men, chose to leave and drove away. Except for Liu Zhuzi, only three people chose to stay in the end.

Seeing the group of people driving away, Liu Zhuzi's face had no joy or sorrow, and he was a little relieved.

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