Doomsday Totem

Chapter 370 Black Pig
Three days after Iron Slag left Huita Town, in the wasteland south of the Sewage River, a group of traders were walking slowly on the snow.There were about thirty of them, both men and women, driving more than a dozen fire mule carts full of goods and covered with tarpaulins.Most of the men in the team wore simple protective suits made of toughened plastic and animal skins, steel helmets, and assault rifles of different lengths.

Judging from the attire, this is a group of dust vendors common in southern cemeteries.Their leader is Walder, who is 62 years old, and everyone in the team likes to call him Papa Walder.At this moment, the old man was sitting cross-legged on the cart in the middle of the team, dozing off with his head down.

The wheels rolled deeply and shallowly on the snow, making a slight friction sound.

"Daddy, daddy..." In a blur, a slender, fair-skinned young man ran over from the front.

"Xiaoyu, what's the matter?" He slowly opened his eyes and asked.The young man in front of him is Shao Xiaoyu, who just joined the caravan two months ago. He is fairly hardworking, but he always likes to make a fuss, which is sometimes quite annoying.

"There's a big, big eagle flying by in front..." Shao Xiaoyu said while gesticulating with his hands.

"That's not an eagle, it's a graveyard scavenger." Father Walder said without raising his head.

"What is a cemetery carrion bird?" Shao Xiaoyu asked curiously.He has not been in the southern cemetery for a long time, and he is curious about many things.A few months ago, he was a reporter for the Silver City Times, but during a routine physical examination, he was found to be carrying a mutated insect gene in his body, and he was immediately sent to Shuangta Town to work as a propagandist.Although he was not used to leaving the Central Silver City, he was originally a person who went with the situation, and he came as soon as he came, and he was not too unhappy.

But the good times don't last long, and there is never a shortage of people who like it very much among the exiled nobles.A local exiled nobleman saw his skin and tender flesh, so he took him there, locked him in the cellar, and tortured him in every possible way.Three months later, he really couldn't bear this kind of life, so he sneaked out while the exiled nobles were out on business.I happened to meet Papa Walder recruiting people at a bar, so he joined immediately.Maybe the exiled nobleman got tired of playing, and didn't send anyone out to chase him.Soon after, he left Shuangta Town with the caravan.

"The cemetery scavenger is a big bird that eats corpses." Although Father Walder felt a little annoyed, he patiently answered the curious reporter's question.

"Where are there so many corpses here? It is so big, how much meat does it eat for a meal? And why are its feathers black?" Shao Xiaoyu asked.

"It caught you in the air and dropped you, wouldn't there be a corpse?" Facing Shao Xiaoyu's chatter, Father Walder finally broke out.

"Oh..." Shao Xiaoyu saw that Father Wade was getting impatient, so he ran back to the front of the team.

"A boy talks so much, how can he marry a wife in the future..." Watching the former's back, Wade commented to himself.But not long after he closed his eyes, Shao Xiaoyu ran back again.

"Daddy, daddy..." Shao Xiaoyu called out in panic.

"What's the matter?" Papa Walder asked in pain.

"A man came up ahead and asked us if we were going to the Blackwater stronghold. If we did, we would go together." Shao Xiaoyu said.

"Tell him we're not going, let him find someone else." Father Walder said, he didn't want strangers in the caravan.

"But..." "But what?" "I...I already told him that we will go to the Blackwater Stronghold..." "You!" "Sorry, I slipped my mouth."

"Oh..." Father Wade sighed, and said helplessly, "Okay, take me to see." After he finished speaking, he got out of the car and went with Shao Xiaoyu to meet the stranger who asked to join.

From a distance, the stranger was pushing a locomotive and walking in front of the team.Taking a closer look, he was a young man in his twenties, wearing a gray robe covering part of his face.His demeanor looked quite calm, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.

"Hi, I'm Wade, an old dust merchant." Father Wade stepped forward and introduced himself.Humility and respect for the lone walker in the cemetery is a compulsory course for every dust merchant, otherwise their lives will be very short.

"My name is Zhang Tie, and I'm from the Far East Continent. I'm going to the Blackwater stronghold to find a friend," the young man said.

"Mr. Zhang Tie, we are just ordinary dust merchants..." Wade was about to politely refuse the other party's request, but was interrupted directly.

"I will provide you with some necessary protection." As he spoke, the young man casually raised his hand and raised the entire locomotive.

Papa Wade immediately judged that this Great Wall company's large iron ride, together with the supplies and spare fuel tanks on the vehicle, weighed at least 50.00 kilograms.Seeing that the other party lifted the motorcycle over his head with ease, Father Walder secretly took a deep breath.Although most insectoids with antoid muscles can also do this, the opponent's skin has not turned red, which means that he is likely to be a traditional evolutionary with an evolution rate of more than [-]%.In addition, he may also be a worm, otherwise he would not go to the Blackwater stronghold deep in the high-radiation zone.

Thinking of this, Father Wade said respectfully: "If Mr. Zhang Tie doesn't dislike us, please go with us. Our next stop is the Changjiao Grand Canyon."

"Okay." The young man named Zhang Tie nodded, and then pointed directly at Shao Xiaoyu and said, "Help me find someone to push the cart, and prepare some food and a place to rest."

"Wait..." After finishing speaking, Shao Xiaoyu ran away in a hurry.

After a while, Tie Slag, whose alias was Zhang Tie, got into the cart pulled by the fire mule and ate hot noodles.

"Brother, from your accent, you should have lived in the Western Continent, right?" Shao Xiaoyu, who used to be a reporter for the Silver City Times, was well-informed, so he could naturally hear the accent of a Silver City nobleman in his tone.

"Hmm." Tie Slag didn't deny it, because denying something too obvious would make people suspicious instead.In the past six months, the people he came into contact with were basically the nobles of Silver City, and it was not surprising that they had acquired an accent.

"My name is Shao Xiaoyu, and I used to be a reporter for the Silver City Times." Shao Xiaoyu introduced himself.

"Shao Xiaoyu?" Tie Slag frowned. He seemed to have heard this name before, but he didn't have a deep impression.Then, like pouring bitter water, the other party spoke out what happened in the past six months.When it comes to excitement, it is even more tearful and painful.

However, after eating the noodles, Iron Slag fell asleep after listening...

Five days later, the caravan walked into a grand canyon and came to a large gathering place of insects.There are not many buildings here, basically tents covered with patches.There is usually a fire surrounded by stones in front of the tent, with a black painted iron pot hanging from it.When the caravan passed by, figures emerged from the tents.They are male and female, old and young, generally dressed in rags and with rough skin.

"Sir, do you want a woman?" A neatly dressed woman in her thirties followed the caravan and asked after Shao Xiaoyu.

"No." Shao Xiaoyu stepped back and hid behind Tie Slag.

"Sir, do you want it?" The woman turned her head and asked Tie Slag.

"Not for the time being, thank you." The reason why he didn't refuse outright was because he had the habit of inquiring about news from the local wandering warblers.Compared with the cunning bar owner, what the warblers say is much more true.

After entering the gathering place, Papa Wade first visited the local administrator, and after obtaining permission, he set up a tent on an open space specially prepared for dust vendors and started selling things.Their goods include food, dried meat, clothing, and various daily necessities, as well as cold weapons, hot weapons, explosives, fuel oil, etc.; the items they collect include redemption coins, crystal nuclei, mutated creature fur, and so on.

As the caravan's temporary guard, Tie Slag moved a canvas chair and sat at the back of the stall.According to Ethan's map, the rules here turned out to be the "World Convention". Among the gathering places in the southern cemetery, it can be described as feathers and horns, which is quite rare.The stability here is "extremely high", the leader is called "Shepherd", and the evaluation is lawful and good.In addition, Ethan also drew a small dot on the label of the Shepherd, which is the symbol of the glorious holy fire, and it is a metaphor for the belief of the Shepherd.

From the relaxed expressions of the vendors after entering the stronghold, it can be seen that this is a safe place.

It didn't take long for the surrounding area of ​​the stall to become lively, with men in warrior costumes, young women in robes, old women with messy hair, and children running around among the crowd.The caravan's goods seemed to be selling well, and most of them were replaced in a short while.

"Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a loud shout sounded from behind the crowd. Following the sound, the crowd around the stall parted left and right, crowded together, and gave way.A tall and big fat man who was dark and strong walked over with a dozen young men with fierce eyes.

This fat man is the leader of the black pig group, a large hunter team, nicknamed "Black Pig King".

"Mr. Hei, good morning." Seeing the person coming, Father Wade hurriedly left the stall to meet him.

"Here to sell fake products to deceive people again, get out!" The black pig king yelled at the former as soon as he met him.

"This...you are..." Papa Walder was startled, and instinctively took a step back, with cold sweat pouring out of his forehead.

"Half of the ammunition misfired last time, which killed two of our brothers. How should we settle the debt?" The Black Pig King crossed his arms and glared.

"No...impossible, when we got the goods, we checked them repeatedly..." Father Walder argued.

"Don't talk about those useless things, you killed our two brothers, you must give an explanation!" The black pig king said impatiently, and then waved his hand, and the young people behind him immediately rushed up and surrounded the stall.It seems that they are ready to grab something.

At this moment, a gray-robed man who was covered with a hood and could not see his face stood up, walked slowly to the Black Pig King, and said a word lightly.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)