Doomsday Totem

Chapter 576 Desperate
Seeing that his life was at stake, Tie Slag sighed and sat down slumped.With the rest of the oxygen, there are still four hours.But when I looked up, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness, except for the fog, it was still fog...

The countdown to life begins here.

Three hours and 59 minutes, three hours and 58 minutes, three hours and fifty minutes...

In the silence, time passed by like this.Iron Slag thought of a lot, his woman, his friends, his pursuit.He was really unwilling to die here, and there were still many things he needed to accomplish.About 10 minutes later, he exhaled heavily, calmed down, flapped his membrane wings, and flew to the next island.

Even if it is death, you have to die on the road, not waiting in self-pity.

Two hours later, he took his last breath of oxygen, dropped the oxygen cylinder, and continued to explore forward.He could already foresee his own death, but he still refused to give up, but his thinking became a little numb, his mind went blank, and he flew mechanically without thinking about anything.

"boom!"

Flying and flying, suddenly there was a muffled sound in the mist.The penetrating power of that sound was extremely strong, as if it came from an extremely distant place, like thunder in the middle of the night, rolling in, the lingering sound continued.He froze, stopped, and quickly judged that it was the sound of exploding rocks.Someone must be mining the star diamonds nearby. Thinking of this, he was overjoyed and flew towards the direction of the sound at full speed.

I saw him piercing through the wind and fog, and after a few minutes, he flew to a huge island.

Below is an endless sea of ​​forests, with water mist lingering above the canopy, and visibility is very low.He searched carefully along the direction he remembered.

But it was just a sound just now, coupled with the displacement of thousands of meters, he had already lost his direction.After flying in the fog for more than half an hour, he still found nothing.The edge of the island gradually appeared in front of him. Seeing this scene, his heart sank to the bottom.Calculated from the speed and time of flight, the diameter of this island is at least fifteen kilometers.The sound of the explosion must have come from somewhere on the island, but the visibility in such a large area is only a few hundred meters. Finding the human camp hidden in it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It is simply too difficult.

At this moment, he was like a headless fly, not knowing where to fly.The feeling of having just gained hope and then disappearing again is really uncomfortable.He wandered aimlessly, hoping to be favored by the goddess of fortune.

"boom!"

About half an hour later, a second roar suddenly came from behind him, and he immediately regained his energy and flew towards the direction of the explosion.During the flight, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.The symptoms of hypoxia finally began to appear.He was extremely anxious, but he still didn't find any trace of the camp.

After flying more than 2000 meters, he smelled a puff of gunpowder smoke, and hurriedly searched for it, and soon saw a large collapsed area.The camp was close at hand, but he couldn't find it.His chest became more and more dull, his vision was spinning, and he could no longer maintain his balance. He plunged into the dense forest, broke several branches, and fell into the bushes.

"Uh..." He grabbed the clothes on his chest and crawled towards the light with difficulty.

"Hey, did you hear any sound?" "Well, it seems that something fell." "It must have exploded." "How is it possible..." "Go and see." "Okay."

Not long after, two Far Eastern workers in canvas overalls, engineering helmets and glass masks, oxygen cylinders on their backs, and shovels appeared near the bushes.

"It seems to be here..." A worker looked up at the broken branches above and said to his companion behind him.

Before he finished speaking, the bush suddenly moved, and a figure sprang out, throwing him to the ground, and then with a "chi" sound, he pulled out his oxygen tube, stuffed it directly into his mouth and inhaled heavily.

"Ah!" Under the sudden change, another worker yelled in fright, and raised the shovel in his hand in panic, about to smash it.

Out of the corner of Tie Slag's eyes, he caught sight of it, and immediately grabbed the worker under him and stood in front of him.

"You... who are you?" Seeing that his companion was being controlled, the worker involuntarily put down his shovel and asked in a trembling voice.

"Don't be nervous..." Iron Slag took a deep breath of oxygen and said calmly.

Seeing that there was no malice on his face, the worker's expression relaxed, but the vigilance in his eyes remained undiminished, "What do you want to do?"

Tie Slag grinned and said, "It's an excuse to breathe in oxygen."

"Let go...let me go..." The worker in Iron Slag's hand struggled a bit, feeling his shoulders being pressed by the crane.

"Relax, friend." Iron Slag slowly let go of his hand, and then pushed forward, the worker staggered a few steps and almost fell down.

After inhaling oxygen for a while, Iron Slag gradually recovered, then took out two gold coins, flicked them with a flick of his finger.

The two workers caught the flying gold coins, put them in their mouths and bit them, then looked at each other with joy, and said in unison, "Thank you boss."

"My airship crashed and I need help..." Iron Slag said while taking out his money bag and shaking it, making a "crash" sound, "Take me to your camp, thank you."

"Okay, we Far Easterners are the most helpful." "Brother, don't worry, we Far Easterners are the most hospitable." The two workers said while patting their chests.

More than ten minutes later, Iron Slag, led by two workers, came to a camp in the dense forest.

At a glance, the campsite is about tens of thousands of square meters, with a large open space on the side, on which are parked a lot of machinery, including excavators, drilling rigs, etc., and a dozen or so airships of different sizes.

On the outskirts of the camp are triangular single-person tents, about a few hundred of them, and then a dozen or so arched military tents, among which are medical tents painted with the Red Cross logo, equipment warehouses painted with the gear logo, and There are lacquered fuel barrels or warehouses for bread.In the middle is an oversized circular tent.This kind of tent was called "circus tent" in ancient times, and it was usually used for Zhangmu performances, but now it is used as a command tent.

When Iron Slag saw the badge on the dark green tarpaulin, his heart skipped a beat, and he just wanted to turn around and leave.The badge is circular, and the outer circle is seven poisonous snakes eating each other head to tail, including black mamba, king cobra, green bamboo snake, gold and silver krait, hook-billed sea snake, distant mountain viper, and white-headed viper. A long, curved staff and a flaming brazier.

This is the symbol of the Far East Snake Clan, also known as the "Sacred Fire Snake Emblem", or "Seven-Color Snake Ring".Although Tie Slag was mentally prepared long ago, when he actually saw it, he still couldn't stop wanting to run away.Even though Bi Tianye's taste is like a sweet spring, the psychological shadow brought by Bi Qinglan is so great that when he sees the badge of the snake tribe, he feels uncomfortable all over, as if a bayonet is pressed against the back of his heart, ready to kill him at any time. Come and cool down.

However, there seems to be no other way out of the current predicament.Anyway, the other party doesn't know who he is, so just pretend to be an ordinary traveler in distress.

"Get me something to eat and drink first, and then send a floating boat to take me back. Just tell me how much it costs." Entering the tent that serves as a restaurant, Tie Slag said generously, and fired two more bombs. Gold coins go out.

"Okay, no problem." "Thank you boss." The two workers picked up the money, nodded and went out to make arrangements.

Not long after, a worker brought steaming ribs rice and tea, and Tie Slag began to eat it in big mouthfuls.On the surface, at least, it seemed quite pleasant.

Halfway through the meal, another worker came back and told him excitedly that their boss agreed to send an airship to take him back to the beginning.In addition, he only needs to pay the fee according to the market price, which is about sixty or seventy gold coins.

Hearing this news, Tie Slag's mood improved greatly, and he gave them two more gold coins each.

"The airship is being overhauled and refueled, and it will be ready to go in half an hour." The worker who went to ask the question put away the gold coins and said cheerfully.

"En." Tie Slag nodded, didn't speak any more, and continued to eat with his head buried.He ate compressed biscuits for several days in a row, and felt that his stomach was about to cramp. He was finally able to eat meat and rice, so he naturally wanted to enjoy it.

About half an hour later, while Tie Slag was eating his second bowl of pork rib rice, there was a sudden explosion outside.

"Boom...boom..."

At first, Iron Slag thought it was a normal separation of islands, but the sound of explosions came one after another, accompanied by flickering flames, which was very abnormal.

He thought about it for a while, and immediately his face changed drastically. He rushed out of the tent that was used as a restaurant, and saw the flames bursting into the sky not far away, which was the place where the airship was parked.As they approached, there was already a sea of ​​flames, and there were constant explosions, and the airships wailed, their skeletons broke from them, and parts bounced off.

He suddenly became ill. Needless to say, his identity had been exposed, so the other party directly cut off his retreat.

"Hehe~" A silver bell-like laughter came from behind, but Tie Slag's mood got even worse when it was heard in Tie Slag's ears.

"Master Iron Slag, welcome~" A "Bi Qinglan" came in steps, with a pure and pleasant smile on his face, then folded his hands, placed them on his lower abdomen, bent his waist slightly, and walked towards Iron Slag A salute.

"Who are you?" Tie Slag asked angrily.

"My Xia Bixiao (xiao) Lan, I met Master Tie Zha." She nodded and said.The clones of Bi Qinglan's subordinates, the twelve saintesses are of the "Tian" generation, such as Bi Tianye, Bi Tianqing and so on.Their 24 adjutants are of the "Kong" generation, and the 48 assistants of the adjutants are of the "Shui" generation, and the rest are divided into three lines, namely the "Xiao", "Xiao" and "Xiao" generations.

Bi Xiaolan is a member of the "Xiaoli Army", and there are also "Xiaoye Army" and "Xiaozhu Army".No matter Xiaoli, Xiaoye, or Xiaozhu, they all mean bamboo.

"What on earth do you want?" Tie Slag frowned and asked very unhappily.

"What's wrong?" Bi Xiaolan was at a loss.

"Ask knowingly." Tie Slag frowned even deeper.

"Oh~ Xiaolan just broke her own things, but she didn't expect to make Master Tieza unhappy, it really shouldn't be~" Bi Xiaolan lowered her eyes and nodded slightly at Tieza.That apologetic, pure and innocent look only made people feel weak and couldn't vomit blood.

"You..." Tie Slag was so angry that he couldn't speak.The reason why the opponent blew up the airship was to trap him.Even if he wanted to snatch it, there was no hope.

"How about..." Bi Xiaolan smiled slightly and said, "Master Tie Zha, please sit in the tent, let Xiaolan make a pot of tea for you, let Xiaolan make you feel comfortable, and then think of a way to see if you can... "She said meaningfully, "From where to send a floating boat to solve your urgent needs."

Tie Slag snorted coldly, turned his hands away, and walked towards the big tent in the middle of the camp.Bi Xiaolan pursed her lips and smiled lightly, twisted her waist, and followed quickly.

(End of this chapter)