Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 1 An Ambush by One

"Brother Ah Shun, I'm so scared!"

The thin young man was holding an iron-pipe spear. His sallow and emaciated face was trembling with fright at the moment, and he was trying to find the strength to calm himself down from the face of the little friend beside him.

"We can't beat that mutated wolfhound at all, they are simply trying to make things difficult for others."

"I heard that three of the slaves who came here last time died, shouldn't we also die here?"

"I don't want to die yet... I really don't want to die!"

It's just that panic is contagious. Not only did the thin young man fail to find the strength to calm himself down, but he caused other companions to fall into panic and fear as well.

"Don't panic, only when everyone is united can we have a chance!"

The young man in the lead gritted his teeth and tried to take a deep breath to relieve the slight trembling of his body, but he still couldn't suppress the fear spreading in his heart.

Next, he could only tightly hold the crossbow in his hand, bit his lip fiercely, and continued to walk forward in small steps.

"What are you guys doing, why don't you hurry up and start the trial?"

"It's just a mutated wolfhound, it scares you slaves, no wonder it's just a bunch of useless slaves."

"The more you are afraid, the faster you will die! If you have the guts, go up and fight that mutated wolfhound, maybe you can survive!"

At this moment, on the rusty armed jeep behind, several men with guns shouted at the nervous youths.

The men in the armed jeep were carrying all kinds of firearms. Even though some of the firearms were severely worn out, they were still far more lethal than spears and crossbows.

Of course they were able to kill that annoying mutant wolf dog with one shot, but the city lord ordered that these slaves must rely on their own strength to kill a mutant wolf dog.

After all, the number of slaves and slave labor in the city is already sufficient. In this case, there is no need for those slaves who are too weak to survive.

Hearing the yelling from the men with guns, those young people could only clenched their teeth and huddled together, continuing to walk forward slowly.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled beast roar came from the dense spore forest in the distance.

The next moment, a swift figure the size of a calf before the end of the world jumped out from behind the nearest giant spore, and rushed towards those young people.

Seeing that the mutated wolfhound had already appeared, the young man in charge quickly picked up the crossbow and pulled the trigger towards the opponent.

The bowstring buzzed, but the crossbow arrows sank hard into the ground.

"Damn it...quick, stab it with a spear! Stab it to death!"

When the three young men heard the roar of the young man in charge, they hurriedly took up the iron pipe spears in their hands and stabbed them out.

It's just that the mutated wolfhound saw the three long spears stabbing, it just roared and rushed towards the side, dodged the stabbed spears, and rushed forward from the other side with a roar.

The other young man finally shot his own crossbow at this moment, but when the crossbow hit the mutant wolf dog, the bloody mouth of the mutant wolf dog had already bit his shoulder.

The huge body immediately threw him to the ground, and the sound of biting and wailing immediately frightened those young people to the point of tearing their hearts apart.

A young man dropped the crossbow in his hand and wanted to run, but just as he turned around, he was hit by a gunshot and fell to the ground.

The man standing in the distance as the co-pilot of the jeep continued to hold the assault rifle in his hand, and then asked viciously: "Whoever dares to run again, you will all die!"

Looking at the muzzle pointing at themselves, those young people trembled violently.

And the mutated wolfhound bit the young man until he was completely silent, then turned his head and opened his mouth full of blood towards the rest of the young men.

Just when the mutated wolfdog was about to pounce on those youths who were about to collapse again, when those youths were extremely nervous, they heard a sound of piercing through the air roaring from far to near.

A short wooden spear whizzed towards the mutated wolf dog in the air, but the mutated wolf dog deftly dodged to the side, trying to avoid the short spear that volleyed in the air.

But just as the mutated wolfdog jumped aside, the second short wooden spear roared and attacked again.

The mutated wolfdog who had just dodged the first short spear was pierced directly by the second wooden short spear before it could make a move, and was firmly nailed to the ground.

Just as the mutated wolfhound pinned to the ground wailed, three loud gunshots came from afar.

While the young men holding iron-pipe spears and crossbows looked at each other in horror, they saw that the gun-wielding men in the jeep earlier had already fallen there in various postures.

Blood spilled on the glass and seat of the jeep, and made the young people standing there look at each other in horror again.

There is an ambush nearby!

Is it someone from the hostile survivor city?

Or those damn mutants?
Just when many young people picked up the iron pipe spears and crossbows again, a figure hiding behind a giant spore not far away walked out slowly.

He carried an old-fashioned bolt-action shotgun, wore an old camouflage uniform, carried a dusty mountaineering backpack, and carried a cloth bag full of wooden short spears.

The dark green hat and kerchief covered his head and face, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly, but when that person passed in front of him, all the young people present saw those sharp eyes.

They have only seen such eyes in the eyes of those noble warriors with superpowers and magical talents in the city, and those officials who can control life and death with a casual sentence.

That person didn't communicate with these young people who were stunned. He just dragged the bodies of the three men out of the car and stripped off their equipment and clothes.

After picking out a piece of tattered underwear and wiping the entire jeep clean, he threw all the clothes and equipment on the back seat, and that person directly got into the armed jeep and drove away under the gaze of all the young people.

When the armed jeep disappeared from sight, many young people standing in place looked around like a dream.

Everyone looked at the mutated wolfhound nailed to the ground that had been dead for a long time, then at the corpses of the three men who had been stripped and thrown on the ground, and finally looked at each other again.

"But these guard soldiers are dead, will those officials and nobles kill us?"

"It's none of our business, you shouldn't blame us, right?"

"who's that person?"

"Soldiers from the hostile survivor city?"

"Being able to nail a mutant wolf dog to the ground with a short wooden spear must be someone with super powers or a talent for magic, right?"

While many young people were guessing the identity of that person, the leading youth said to the others: "No, he seems to be the homeless man who was wanted in the city earlier."

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(End of this chapter)