Wasteland Echoer

"'Intertwining in the Mist', this is the name I gave it."

"'The intertwining of... in the mist', this method is very strange, and the name reminds me of when I read occult books." Oliver said with a slight smile.

He subconsciously scratched his itchy scalp, his eyes seemed to be reflecting "light", admiring this strange plate of "food".

"It's the viscera of those loess vultures, the viscera of infected pigs, and the viscera of some animals that you are very familiar with. For many people with superpowers, there is actually no big problem in eating some 'blood products'. They just need to The mental control can be at the extreme limit of madness. But it seems that for the orthodox, innately lost people, it is really difficult not to collapse." "Little Wolf" introduced himself.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a pair of knives and forks from the corner of the iron lunch box, a white napkin with some yellowing, and a pair of mahogany napkins, almost twenty centimeters long and less than half cm wide thin cylinder of matter.

"Do you want me to enjoy the 'meal' with the utensils popular among the Ptoia nobles, or do you want me to eat with these two strange things?"

Oliver asked in a slightly high and distorted tone.

He didn't realize that his body was actually trembling slightly under the induction of these "viscera" and "blood products".

His heart began to throb with each pump of blood, and his eyes gradually turned red from the bloodshot state of not having a good rest at the beginning.

However, some of the magic power belonging to the Lost One in his body prevented him from paying attention to these in his consciousness for a short time. His cognition was briefly distorted by the hint of these "foods".

"This is tableware from the Empire of Fire, that great country full of mysterious culture. I think back then, "The Travels of Moloch" recorded the great Eastern country in the second era. He said, 'It is mysterious, full of fertility and dreams. country, and they worship the great dragon clan, and they are willing to call themselves the people of the dragon from the bottom of their hearts.'"

"'The city there is made of precious materials. The ground is covered with gold, the pillars are made of silver, the scales of the buildings are made of crystal, and even the fountain in the center of the city flows with milk and honey. . The people there wear armor made of jade, and the weapons in their hands are made of aluminum alloy. They use pure gems of various colors as playthings, and even the homes of the country's subjects are piled with countless gold and silver treasures.'" "Little Wolf” described in a soulful tone.

"So these are called chopsticks." Oliver held the "chopsticks" in his hand and played with them:

"I'm more concerned about the tableware, but I just don't know how to use it. As far as I know, Moloch has not been to the East, but traveled around the central empire a few times and brought back the legends of those merchants. If there is gold everywhere, If it were silver, in the middle and late third era of the third era, the Krusted Empire and the Zine Empire would not have fought three major wars over the Kashen Silver Mine that lasted for thirty years."

"Little Wolf..." The bearded uncle of "Wolf Wolf" passed a color to "Little Wolf", telling him to pay attention to the changes in Oliver's facial expression and eyes.

But "Little Wolf" did not make any action that "Mao Wolf" expected. Instead, he shook his head slightly and said:

"Master, can you use chopsticks?" "Little Wolf" asked softly.

"Of course I won't use that thing," "Mao Lang" understood "Little Wolf"'s intention and said with a smile:

"I remember that it was said that the imperial nobles before the New Year had a wave of learning from the East. They even used 'chopsticks' at every banquet. For this reason, they also hired many oriental chefs to make many strange dishes. What about 'tiger's fur' and 'chopsticks'? Chili pepper', 'Ants climb huge trees', 'Plum blossoms and vegetables snatch pork', and there is another dish I seem to have eaten. Many years ago, at the border east of the desert in the East District, I met a man from the East. The old man made me a hot soup made of steamed entrails and blood of various long-haired animals. It's delicious..."

"Mao Lang" deliberately made an intoxicating move. His left hand inadvertently reached into the trouser pocket of his simple lower body armor, reached for his pistol, and slightly pulled the safety switch on it.

"Yeah, I've also heard that no matter how strange the ingredients are, they can be turned into delicious food through the hands of the Fire Empire's chefs, just like these offal products flowing with blood. 'Intertwining in the Mist' , yes, 'Intertwining in the Mist', delicious." Oliver said intoxicated.

His eyes were staring straight at the dish named "Intertwining in the Mist", and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth inadvertently.

The blood vessels under the skin of the twisted cold viscera are clearly visible, and the blood soup wrapping them underneath has made Oliver salivate for a long time. The intricate meat parts are intertwined. If the red color is naturally filtered into white or black, in Oliver's eyes It seems that we can indeed agree with the two terms "mist" and "interweaving".

Staring at the dishes and forcibly restraining the restless desires in his heart, Oliver finally couldn't help but pick up the knife and fork with trembling hands.

Just two seconds seemed like two centuries to Oliver. The brief movement of forking meat, and every centimeter his hand moved forward made his desire ruthlessly amplified.

In the end, the "madness" belonging to the lost person briefly occupied his mind, and he actually threw away the tableware and buried his head completely into the dinner plate!

boom!

boom! boom!

Three gunshots instantly "awoke" Oliver.

At the same time, two of the three silver bullets bounced off his strong chest, while the other one went straight into his abdomen, and dark red blood suddenly poured out.

"Why...why?" Oliver's eyes showed an extremely confused expression. He took half a step back and fell to the ground. He used his hands wearing simple dark black tactical gloves to cover his abdomen that was not healing quickly. He looked at the serious-looking two people in front of him in horror and panic.

"You are a lost person. Big brother knows this. But you have no humanity at all in your heart. This is something he is unwilling to admit. Such an existence cannot be accepted by humans. Bloody monsters should be beaten. Die. Besides, you are still a traitor." "Mao Lang" reprimanded sternly.

He looked at Oliver, whose face was covered in blood, and put his hand into the dinner plate, took out a square piece that looked like a dark purple crystal, and said:

"'Heart of Dreams' is a substance condensed from the heart of the Silent Swan. There are many people with special powers in the 'Lone Wolf Society' who can make magic potions and extraordinary props. Moreover, making disposable small things does not require much technical content. If you didn't have the same demands on yourself as the senior technicians in the 'Mechanical Element Factory', this guy like 'Little Wolf' would have made this thing in half a day."

"'Heart of Dreams'? Is he inducing me to hallucinate?" Oliver looked at the "dark purple crystal" with a look of disbelief, and then looked at the "Intertwining in the Mist" just now.

There are no animal offal anywhere. It is just a simple meal made of cultured meat of the same color arranged in different ways. Even the ones that looked so bright just now even reflected a little bit of the sun that came in. All the light parts disappeared and turned into some thick green plant juice.

The deep color actually reveals a sense of crystal clearness. For humans, this juice has nutritional value and is not unpleasant to drink.

"The function of this prop is to 'reveal', allowing your inner thoughts to emerge from under the iceberg. I just did the experiment in the morning, and after pouring in a little extraordinary magic source power, what the elder brother saw was a plate of steak. Indeed, , he hasn’t eaten steak for more than ten years, after all, many cows have been infected and turned into heartless cows, and even have a tendency to become monsters.”

"And what I saw was a plate of lamb legs. I really wanted to rush up and gnaw them all to soothe my stomach. But you saw a plate of offal. Indeed, 'Little Wolf' just said that these are all offal. , but when he introduced it to us like this, there was no change in the dishes in our eyes."

"In other words, only the lost ones who have often eaten humans or other animals and drank blood from their flesh will be hinted like this. The 'Heart of Dreaming' is just showing the truest side of what you desire most in your heart. "Mao Lang" explained a lot.

But the pain caused by the shooting and the feeling that the wound seemed to be cut with a knife made Oliver's eyes filled with stars, and his consciousness began to become slightly blurred.

He endured the pain and struggled to stand up. He covered his abdomen with one hand and supported the metal square table with one hand. He said in a gloomy voice with his low head:

"Even if it's like this...like this, you can't attack me."

"You are a traitor." "Little Wolf" explained eloquently.

"What, please make it clear." Oliver said angrily and unwillingly.

He raised his head slightly and stared up at the "little wolf" with his red eyes, like a wounded devil.

"You are a traitor." "Mao Lang" added in a rich voice.

"Why?" Oliver asked with trembling lips.

"Brother heard the conversation you had with this boy Brett. He was very angry at the time and broke a walkie-talkie. Look, it was made of steel. He didn't expect you to try to betray him, but I advised him. The eldest brother hopes that he can calm down. After all, you need to be more cautious when executing traitors, especially the lost. So 'Little Wolf' suggested that I test your strength through this dish and this piece of 'Heart of Dreams'." "Mao Wolf” responded.

"Surprisingly, apart from the clear identity of the Absolute Lost One, you didn't show any strong aura of magic power. The Lost One we captured who can use magic power to change the terrain within a limited range was seduced. It's a rich earthy yellow light. If you don't see the light, it means that either the magic source power in your body is insufficient, or it has been consumed too much due to fighting or other reasons.

I remember an [explorer] told me when he was guiding me in making extraordinary items. Light is necessary to support the survival of humans and the lost. Losing the perception of light must mean that the body has encountered a major crisis. Big brother and master mean to arrest you and go to the Church of the Lost in exchange for some money and some extraordinary medicines made by their 'witch doctor'. You are a valuable Lost One, Oliver Yaluko, who was lurking under Atwood, known as "Red Hair", and who in turn killed his Lost One.

By the way, don't you want to know why we know you are a traitor? "Little Wolf" added the information about "Mao Lang".

After he and "Mao Lang" looked at each other, he put the small black pistol loaded with silver bullets back into his waist, and in front of Oliver, he lightly tapped the table with his hand a few times.

When the sound of knocking changed from a thick sound to a slightly hollow and crisp existence, he fumbled twice at the corresponding lower position on the surface of the metal square table and pulled a switch.

Click!

Several white currents flashed across the surface of the metal square table, flashing and disappearing like fast-swimming fish.

Immediately afterwards, the metal plate in the center of the metal square table turned outwards, revealing an area that was almost equivalent to three-quarters of the table's area.

Oliver took his hand away and looked inside. Those metal components that were shining with red light were distributed in the corners. In the middle was a rectangular parallelepiped machine covered with intertwined wires of various colors.

Looking carefully, there are two rotating metal wheels stored in the center of the machine. They are constantly rotating like the steering wheels of a mechanical chariot. Some magnetic tracks are wrapped around them. As the wheels rotate, they emit mechanical sounds. Small operating sound.

"This is...a device for recording sounds?" Oliver guessed through the limited knowledge in his mind.

"Yes, this is a recorder developed by the Krusted Empire. It is a technological product before the New Yuan Dynasty. The imperial crown prince Ivant ordered his 'Old Technology Research Team' to imitate it. If we compare him with the same If Cruze Deco's old-tech walkie-talkie is connected through a wire, the walkie-talkie will become a listening device. In other words, although I didn't understand a lot of things, the conversation you just had with this big guy Brett was complete. The three of us heard it clearly. So..." "Mao Lang" said with the corner of his mouth raised.

Then, he picked up the "Wolf Rain" pistol that was intercepted from a team of the Imperial Legion. His hand grasped the silver-white lower part, and pointed the pitch-black upper part at Oliver's head. Head, continued:

"I advise you to meet Big Brother with us and let him punish you. Although Big Brother has said that I can execute you if necessary, I am reluctant to bear the value of your new currency. In this world, material money is always A key factor in being invincible.”

"you are wrong."

A low, richer voice with a bit of tearing hoarseness came from behind "Mao Lang".

He turned his head slightly, but before he could react, a thick fist, almost the size of more than half of his head, was punched directly in his face.

bump!

In addition to the sharp and weak air flow, the impact of the fist also produced a dull and violent sound.

With just one blow, "Mao Lang" performed a gorgeous dance-like turn in the air and landed heavily on the ground.

In desperation, "little wolf" rushed to check on "hairy wolf". Unexpectedly, the blow deflated half of "hairy wolf"'s head.

Under the impact of a force that nearly reaches the limit of human beings, the damaged part of the "Hairy Wolf" head is flowing out uncontrollably with a mixture of milky white and bright red liquid.

"Bray...Brett?" Oliver looked shocked and looked weakly at the captain of the Scotch Guards, who was panting heavily and looked like a strong polar bear.