Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Pack of dogs?"

Zhang Ying's tone was obviously suspicious.

He pointed to the distant sky:

"Look, there isn't even a carrion bird in the sky. How could there be these puppies?"

Zhang Ying's words seemed inconsistent, but Lu Meng knew what he meant.

In the past, "scavenger bird" was just a general term, including vultures, vultures and other birds. But now there is only one kind of carrion bird on this planet, and no one knows which branch of evolution it survived. down.

Just like when there was only one kind of fish left in the world, no matter it was grass carp or carp, now it is enough to call it "fish".

Creatures such as scavenging birds do not have the ability to hunt independently, so they will hover high in the sky and follow their predators.

In the desert, the bone dog group is the best target for them to follow. Whenever the bone dog group appears, it is either in the process of hunting prey or has already killed the prey.

Scavenging birds have a much wider field of vision than humans, and there is no reason to miss the traveling pack of bone dogs. This is also the wonderful symbiotic relationship between these two creatures.

An experienced hunter like Zhang Ying has long been able to skillfully use this relationship to warn others.

Nowadays, apart from the sparse clouds and flying yellow sand in the sky, where is the shadow of a bird?

He looked at Lu Meng suspiciously.

Could it be that he deliberately made up the news because he was afraid that he would seize the hunting ground?

Lu Meng understood the old hunter's doubts, because he had the same doubts himself.

But the howls one after another just now and the warnings from the small-bone dogs were not fake.

"Master Zhang, you can go over and take a look first."

Lu Meng didn't explain too much. You can know this kind of thing just by looking at it.

Based on Zhang Ying's experience, he is better suited than himself to confirm whether there are indeed groups of bone dogs.

Seeing Lu Meng's frankness, the old hunter also nodded.

"By the way, Master Zhang, are you going to the black market tomorrow?" Before leaving, Lu Meng shouted to Zhang Ying from a distance, "I want to ask you to help me deal with this goat."

When the quality of the adhesive is not ideal, the more complete the animal skin used to make the water bladder is, the better.

Li Liu and others have the skills to turn animal skins into leather, but it is veteran hunters like Zhang Ying who have the most experience in how to completely handle freshly hunted prey.

"Then I'll go there tomorrow." The old hunter responded from a distance.

From what he heard, he didn't originally plan to go to the black market.

…

East End.

Wu Xin was wearing short sleeves, showing her strong arms, and was looking outside the cactus farm with her hands behind her back.

The attendants around him were all sweating, and from time to time they wiped away the sweat that was about to drip into their eyes with the back of their hands. But since their leaders were still standing under the scorching sun, they did not dare to set out to find a shady place to rest.

Wu Xin noticed that the only person who could remain calm under the sun like him was the warrior sent by He Falcon.

The man had thick limbs and was two meters tall. He was already extremely conspicuous among the crowd.

However, what is even more unusual is that the bone spurs protrude from his elbow joints, and his whole body is covered with scales that are either horny or bone, like natural armor. His skin was blue-purple, as if blood different from human beings was flowing in it.

This is a Shark warrior.

"I don't know where He Falcon got the Shaq people from." Wu Xin thought to himself.

He looked at the top of the head of the Shark warrior. There should have been a few bone horns sticking out like antelopes, but now only half of them were left, as if they had been chopped off.

Among the Sharks, only the defeated and deserters will have their horns cut off.

However, even so, Wu Xin did not underestimate this Shaq named "Jag".

As long as you are a Shaq, you are a born warrior.

This can be seen from the weapons he uses.

Jiage was carrying a strange weapon that looked like a heavy sword and weighed at least thirty kilograms.

If you take a closer look, you can see that the workmanship of this weapon is rough. It is a row of axe-shaped sharp blades sandwiched between two thick steel plates. After a little melting and casting, it's done.

But this also gives it a tyrannical and fierce temperament.

Although Wu Xin's strength far surpassed that of the Shaq who had just become a warrior, he still had no confidence in being able to freely wield such a brutal weapon weighing dozens of kilograms.

This is the difference in fighting styles between races.

Wu Xin pointed to the cactus farm in front of her. There were hundreds of slaves working on this land alone.

He asked the Shaq: "Warrior Garg, what do you think?"

Jiage glanced at it. It was the time for cactus harvesting. Rows of cacti were generally two or three meters long. The leaves were close to the size of a human face. The slaves pinched the roots of the leaves and turned them hard to pick them.

The master did not equip them with tools. Even if the thorns at the roots were relatively rare, they could still pierce into their calloused hands, but no one dared to stop working.

"Those who farm are inherently weak," Jiage smiled contemptuously, "and the weakest can only be driven by the strong."

"So who is the strong one in your eyes?"

Wu Xin was noncommittal about the first half of his sentence. This was the tradition of the Shaq tribe.

"For example, Lord Wu Xin." Jiage saluted respectfully, "and the owner of this farm, Lord Li Ken."

Wu Xin is both a martial artist and a general beside the president. He is on an equal footing with his master He Falcon. Even though Jiage is naturally arrogant as a member of the Shark tribe, he is not an arrogant person.

"Hahahaha, what are you talking about? Why did I hear someone praising me when I came here?"

A burst of wild laughter sounded, and the slaves in the surrounding farms knelt down one after another.

"Lord Ken Li."

"Director Li."

Jiage bowed his head in salute, but Wu Xin just bowed to show politeness.

A bald man walked up to Wu Xin and Jiage. It was Li Ken, the manager of Fang City in the East District.

Unlike Wei Yi, who is as shrewd as a businessman, and He Shuan, who is outwardly gentle, this supervisor named Li Ken is dressed as a capable warrior.

The East District is also the most special in the entire Fang City. It has the only remaining farms and wells in the entire hub station, and is the main supplier of the two monopoly resources of food and water in the Fang City.

There are no streets or scavengers in the East District. There are only serfs and slave laborers under Li Ken's management. They also don’t have a permanent recycling bin, and the East District only does business with other districts.

Based on this particularity, Li Ken is also the only warrior among the four supervisors. He can control slaves and servants by relying on his own strength.

He was originally selected and supported by the president from among the gang leaders.

Li Ken took the two of them to the pergola and sat down. He waved his hand, and several slaves followed and knelt on the ground.

Each of them was holding a plate of green-yellow fruit, which was a cactus fruit. The original fine thorns on it had been carefully pulled out.

Another man filled a copper basin with water, but it was not for drinking.

Instead it is used to wash hands.

"You two, come and have a taste." Li Ken picked up a fruit, broke it open and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wuxin and Jiage also follow the same example. The fruits are sweet and sour, crisp and juicy.

"Not bad." Wu Xin admired sincerely.

There is no need for retting, and the freshly picked fruit is different.

Jam made from cactus fruits is also a specialty that merchants like to purchase. Reselling it along the way can earn them a lot of coins.

Jiage also nodded. He was given such courtesy because he represented He Falcon. He certainly couldn't speak as casually as Wu Xin.

After a good meal, the few of them got down to business.

The slaves on one side were lying on the ground and sprinkling water to cool down.

Li Ken: "You said Brother He Falcon discovered anomalies in the northwest?"

Jiage truthfully relayed He Falcon’s investigation results:

"There are a lot of scavengers missing."