Real Apocalypse Game

Thousands of white, fat worms crawled along the walls, devouring humus and grass roots in the dirt.

There are even other insects.

Behind them, there are several shepherds holding long poles, knocking on the walls and the ground from time to time, making bursts of dull sounds, driving these worms to crawl in one direction, and preventing them from digging into the soil and never coming out.

The worm tribe is located on the fringes of the Iron Country, but is well-known throughout the Iron Country.

The worms they raise are big, fat, and juicy, and are sold throughout the Iron Country.

All of this is due to the clever tactics of these pastors.

It's just that the shepherds in the tribe now all stopped the long poles in their hands, stared with bated breath, put their ears against the wall, and listened carefully to the sound from the tribe's outpost.

There, the warriors of the tribe caught two large fish, enough to feed them a feast.

Listening to the distant conversation faintly entering their ears, several worm herders showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

Those outsiders are about to get pierced and be the meal of the day!

"Boom!" A loud noise came suddenly, followed by a continuous loud noise, passing through the walls and corridors like muffled thunder!

The worm shepherds who were sticking to their ears only felt as if their ears were stuffed into a roaring fire, and instantly became dizzy. Many people's fragile eardrums were even shattered, and the blood flowed non-stop!

Accustomed to the faint sound of the underground world of the Iron Country, the sudden loud noise almost made them faint!

In the end what happened! ?

In the outpost of the Worm Tribe, the blood is already flowing into the river!

Shen Feng and Yinghuo were expressionless, and pulled the trigger before the iron spear stabbed the body.

The bullet pierced through the soft, pale bodies of the worm herders in an instant, tearing their limbs to shreds, bringing a storm of blood.

The nets woven with grass roots and tree roots were easily cut open, and the two outsiders were like silent death gods, spraying the flames of death from the iron pipes in their hands.

In just a few seconds, the worm herders present had all fallen into a pool of blood, and could only utter miserable groans.

Shen Feng walked in front of the leading worm shepherd, looked at his face that sprayed blood continuously, and said:

"Do you think that I was put in prison and became your prey?"

The leader of the worm shepherd kept spilling blood, and he couldn't answer at all. There was only fear in his eyes.

Shen Feng didn't need the other person to answer either. The loudspeaker in his chest was turned on instantly, his voice was low, and he faced the long corridor of the Iron Country, the labyrinth-like country in the dark, roaring like thunder:

"It's you who are locked up with me! You will be hunted and hunted by me and conquered by me!"

"If anyone dares to challenge, I will fight blood for blood, tooth for tooth, and hunt him down to the end of the Iron Country!"

"Fear! Tremble! Because, here I am!"

The leader of the worm shepherd finally understood what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked, but this was his last thought.

Shen Feng and Yinghuo listened carefully and could hear the rustling footsteps in the distance in the darkness, and there were even some panicked conversations, like frightened beasts.

Obviously, Shen Feng's killing and declaration had a very good effect. Those hunters who were eager to move in the darkness already understood the price they had to pay.

The cowardly are gone, but the most powerful hunters are left...

"Respected outsiders, please forgive our offense, and here is the fattest worm feast for you, begging your forgiveness."

Several worm herders walked out of the darkness, trembling all over, holding a pan made of iron in their hands.

In the pot are boiled worms, seasoned with tree roots, grass roots, and cockroach powder, and rat oil is added for freshness.

As a tribe that lives by herding, they really shouldn't be able to restrain their greed.

Shen Feng looked at the contents of the frying pan and said, without any interest, and said:

"Which tribe is next to you? Is there a map of the Iron Country?"

Several worm herders hesitated for a few seconds, and one of them immediately returned to the darkness, took a cube woven with iron wire, held it in both hands and sent it to Shen Feng.

"Respected outsiders, this is the map drawn by the shepherds of our tribe. The border they graze is about as far as fifty tribes, so they can only draw a map that far, but it already has three points of the Iron Country. The size of one!"

The worm shepherd seemed to be a little proud when he said this.

Shen Feng looked behind the night vision goggles and saw that inside the cube were also curved and circling iron wires, connected to each other, forming an extremely complex three-dimensional space extending in all directions.

At first glance, it looks like a termite nest.

"No, this map is not for viewing, but for touching." Yinghuo said, grabbed one of Shen Feng's fingers and placed it on a wire in the upper left corner.

Shen Feng's fingers immediately touched a small gap, and the worm herder hurriedly said:

"We're right here."

Shen Feng already understood at this time that each wire represented a corridor, and when he went down the wire ~www.wuxiahere.com~ he would feel some gaps from time to time, and these gaps represented a platform or the territory of a tribe .

The curved and circling iron wires in this cubic iron frame are bent according to the shape of each corridor.

For a place like the Iron Country, this is the correct way of expressing a map.

Judging from these intricate corridors, the Iron Country has long ceased to look like the subway system it used to be.

Who the **** dug these tunnels?

How do they solve the problem of water seepage in underground spaces?

Especially in a seaside place like the old magic capital?

"The closest to our worm tribe is the moss-clothed tribe, who are good at drying moss to make food and clothing, and then the collector's tribe, who collect everything from ancient times, and then the mighty Rat Whisperer tribe. !"

Mentioning the Rat Whisperer, the Worm Shepherd's face flashed a trace of panic, obviously very afraid of the other party.

"The Rat Whisperer can communicate with the blood rats, and can drive the blood rats to attack. It is said that they control the dead nests of all the surrounding blood rats, and they are also the real rulers of this area. We have to ask them every once in a while. Hand in two baskets of worms in exchange for their protection."

Shen Feng nodded. Humans are indeed creatures with a strong desire to survive.

It can adapt to almost any environment, and then construct the system and rules that make it comfortable.

"Do you command the Rat Whisperer tribe in all directions?" Shen Feng touched the map in his hand, "Then let's conquer it first... Let me think about it, mice are actually more afraid of snakes, right?"

As he spoke, a "hissing" sound came from his chest, as if thousands of poisonous snakes were spitting letters in their chests, ready to jump out.