The Death Knell

It was easy to go downstairs, but more troublesome to go up. However, the No. 4 elf, which had been parasitized by the alien larvae, would not be the target of other aliens now, so it was very peaceful along the way. Even the hunters who were spying on him retreated. gone.

Half an hour later, he carried the dead facehugger back to the campfire, and it was almost time for everyone's agreed exploration time. Soon, several other people who had gone to investigate in other directions returned one after another. The whole process went surprisingly smoothly.

Number 1 said that he found dead animals and that there might be danger in the spacecraft; Number 3 said that he found some large jars with many identical-looking humans in them, but he could not open those things; Number 2 said that he had nothing to do with anything. I didn’t realize that walking was like going shopping; No. 5 had nothing to say, because he had been guarding the bonfire and this meeting point, and everything was calm.

But at this time, Elf No. 4 stood up. He smiled crookedly and showed everyone his 'prey', which was a starfish-shaped creature with a tail.

Although it is a bit sticky, it is not poisonous and the soft-bodied creature is quite strong, so it should be quite chewy.

"I discovered this kind of food, and there is plenty of it!" He seemed to be vying for leadership in the player team. After all, among the five people, there should be one who keeps his word, right?

Just like in primitive society, those who can find food are cows and beers, which is a manifestation of ability. Regardless of whether the food is found due to luck, being able to find it is skill, and luck is also a type of strength.

"This thing is so ugly." No. 1 put down the rifle he was using as a club and poked the soft facehugger with his hand: "Is it really edible? We came out from under the volcano last time. Escape, the physical exhaustion is very serious, no matter what kind of existence is behind the scroll, they did not give us food during this day of rest..."

The implication is that everyone is hungry.

If that scroll hadn't appeared, they would have turned into wild hunters by now, hunting down the 'swallows' and plundering the resources of that world.

But now, everyone is trapped in this weird game world. There is no way to rob, and there are no delicious otherworldly foods.

The elves of Ain are very receptive to parallel universes and different worlds, and their behavior style is chaotic and dark. They can be said to be natural candidates for reincarnation.

But they were still too young to think of the crucial connection.

Not long ago, the Wild Hunt hunted down Ciri and Geralt. After that, a zombie crisis broke out in their world. All the slaves died, cutting off the possibility of self-sufficiency in the future. Now, weird things have appeared. National Games game.

Have they never thought about the possible connection between these things?

It is too short-sighted and has too little knowledge. Even if such a race can travel across different universes to burn, kill and plunder everywhere, the upper limit is only here.

"Just because it looks ugly, it doesn't necessarily mean it doesn't taste good." No. 4 grabbed the rifle picked up by No. 1, and after a few gestures, he put the facehugger on the muzzle of the gun, and then approached the bonfire to barbecue: "It's like a long time We have never seen crabs before. It was the first time we saw a human eating that thing, and we thought it was incomprehensible. But after we tried it later, we found that it was also delicious."

His meaning is also very simple, that is, to use practice to prove that he was bitten by this thing and did not die of poisoning. This means that it is at least edible. At this time, whether it tastes good or not is secondary.

It’s no wonder that they are picky. These players are all members of the Red Cavalry, the absolute elite of the Iron Elf clan. If it were a human country in the Middle Ages, they would be equivalent to the knights in the knights directly under the king. them.

In the Middle Ages, how many farmers and slaves were needed to support a knight were all created by the accumulation of resources.

Moreover, these knights only know how to fight. Their skills are all focused on that skill tree. They are usually served by slaves or other elves. They are asked to cook only to the extent that they can cook them well. .

The remaining elves were silent and sniffed, because this ugly little monster didn't look like much, but when roasted on the fire, it gave off a very pure meaty aroma.

It was the sound of protein mixed with fat, sizzling on the flames. Hearing this sound, several people who had been hungry all day stopped talking, and looked straight at the curled biological limbs on the flames. .

Speaking of which, this thing also has tentacles and suckers, and it tastes a bit like grilled octopus.

.............

"Hey, these people are pretty good at eating." Su Ming raised his hand and got some octopus for himself. What other people eat must be eaten by himself: "Adjutant, clean and cut into pieces, and put them in the pot. .”

The silver-haired girl covered her mouth and smiled. She took the ingredients and started to process them. The police chief has always been like this. When he sees something good from others, he will want it. It is probably in response to that sentence that desire comes. It is the driving force that drives forward.

With the Sheriff's wealth and ability, of course he can eat octopus at any time and whatever he wants. He can even catch octopus-like sea monsters from other worlds to eat, but he usually doesn't eat those things at all.

Either eat some convenience food, or eat some gin from the Asgard BBQ, and occasionally eat from roadside stalls or whatever is available around you.

But now that he saw the elves grilling facehuggers and felt the smell of grilled octopus coming from the insects, he wanted to eat it too, and even transformed into a bigger and better real octopus. It was really interesting, and it looked so similar. Weak creatures compete.

Obviously they are going to die soon...

"Octopus." Xili held her chin. She drank too much beer and her stomach was very bloated. She needed to rest for a while: "When I see this kind of thing, I don't know why I easily think of crab spiders. It's so strange."

Crab spiders are a creature native to her hometown. They can be said to be widely distributed in various places. However, although they are called crabs, they often live in forests and are rarely encountered in water.

"It's probably because there are too many legs." Su Ming looked at the contestants swallowing saliva while watching the roasted bugs, and shook his head with a smile: "This facehugger may only have one kilogram of meat, and it is divided among five people. It’s definitely not enough. After eating this one, they will definitely want to catch more, so the adjutant said that they will all die.”

These aliens modified by genetic technology are very smart. They must have realized that the elves took away the facehuggers for food, so they used their tricks and waited for the elves to steal the eggs, so as to find more hosts for their offspring.

The facehugger is actually just a vector. If those round eggs are the outer shell of the fruit, then it is the second layer of the fruit shell.

People who have eaten chestnuts may know that a whole chestnut looks like a green shell covered with burrs on the outside. Inside the green shell is a hard brown shell, and the edible part is on the inside. The roasted chestnuts sold online only have this brown wooden shell.

When the facehugger crawls on the face, it lays real eggs in the victim's stomach through the mouth. When the larvae hatch, they will eat the host to obtain the first round of nutrition, just like a chicken or duck would eat It's like dropping your own eggshells.

These players still don’t know that the aliens are actually smarter than them. If they hadn’t been designated as future hosts, they would never have been able to return to the campfire intact...