Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 118 Chapter 115

The mountains are lush and green, with rocks and flowing water, mossy river banks, and overgrown shrubs.

Listening to the sound of running water, Wilder sat on a smooth boulder by the river, surrounded by dense bushes and bushes. This is a place similar to the bottom of a valley. There is running water in front of it. The round stones at the bottom of the water are clearly visible. It goes beyond the ankle and goes deeper and deeper.

The black coat of arms has been hung on the tree trunk extending above his head. Wilder is only wearing a white shirt and a pair of black and gray trousers for combat, which are simple and atmospheric.

Just sitting on the boulder, cross-legged, eyes closed, listening to the running water, feeling the surge of the swamp in the body.

It's still incredible to think of capturing the breath of life. It's like a gift from heaven, the swamp is alive.

Opening his eyes, he squeezed out a swamp from his palm, and let the gravity pull it down. With a bang, the swamp fell into a flat puddle on the wet ground.

Just like a child who fell down suddenly, he didn't react at the first moment, and just stood there blankly, maintaining the posture of falling, and would make other actions after reacting.

When the swamp first hit the ground, it did maintain the posture of falling flat on the ground, motionless. After a while, like two or three seconds, the swamp on the ground moved.

It is retracted from the outer edge to the inner periphery, like some kind of dead skinned face, no matter what kind of ravages and tramples it receives, it must maintain its original shape. lump.

"Gollum."

About the size of a fist, the swamp began to squirm slowly, without any action mechanism such as limbs, and the bottom was in a scattered and irregular state. It took whatever shape it encountered. To describe it sharply, it is water plus worms. The two neutralized for a while, wriggling and flowing away, faster than worms, slower than water.

Then there is a crack in the middle of the swamp, the mouth is opened, and there are stubborn swamp wires connecting the upper and lower jaws, without teeth.

"Like those black monsters."

Wilder said and jumped off the boulder and walked towards the river.

"Pfft!"

Another swamp fell from his palm and fell into the water.

"Crash!" The marsh babbled and struggled a few times before being washed away by the current, which became a bit muddy.

The swamp monster behind him was still wriggling on the grass, arching against the dirt and rocks. Wilder ignored it, and looked at the clear river water and began to meditate.

No matter what, the essence is still a swamp, and it will still be washed away if there is enough water, and it will not change because it has the characteristics of life.

Then, when Wilder turned around and walked back, he found that the swamp monster had climbed onto the boulder at some point, and the top was not blocked by the branches and leaves, and the strong sunlight was shining down, lying there motionless , almost dried out.

Wilder raised his eyebrows, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Not knowing whether to sigh or what to do, he jumped onto the boulder, and took the swamp monster with its mouth open.

For half a day, Wilder had been sitting on a rock thinking about life in the swamp, digesting the newly acquired abilities of the swamp.

Swamp life, this is what he harvested from the evil island. The biggest feature is the ability to secrete swamp creatures with mobility. The swamp creatures secreted have independent mobility, and can also complete simple instructions from Wilder. , such as foraging and attacking.

It can also be manipulated freely, with Wilder taking over the action rights of the swamp creatures and manipulating them to perform complex actions or instructions.

Having the ability to act independently does not mean that they can walk freely like ordinary creatures. All of these have a range limit, or the range of sight, that is, they cannot leave Wilder's sight, or the range of perception, such as the coverage of the color of knowledge Within, once the swamp monster leaves the range of these restrictions, it will lose its life and become a useless swamp.

Of course, this range is not fixed, and it is not impossible to break this limit one day. However, Wilder can only make the swamp monster a hundred meters away from the body, and he will lose his life any further.

But now it is said that he has just obtained this ability not long ago, and he needs practice to better control it. Its diversity, scope, scale, etc. need to be improved through practice. This process will not be too difficult, after all, he has already Once you have this ability, you just need to digest and absorb it.

After half a day of thinking was not just thinking, but still digesting, Wilde released the swamp monster again, this time directly releasing fifteen, ranging from the size of a fist to the size of a tire.

After releasing these swamp monsters, Wilde gave them an order to forage. Immediately, these swamp monsters spread out and squirmed around Wilde.

Across grass, stones, bushes, except for flowing water, there is no terrain that can restrict these swamp monsters, at most it just takes a little more time.

Then, while Wilder was watching, a rabbit poked its head out of the grass and stopped on a piece of grass with its nose open and closed, and a pair of eyes staring fixedly, observing the danger.

And at this moment, a swamp monster the size of a basketball wriggled over. It wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. It was about to reach the rabbit, and its mouth had been split to the point that it was bigger than itself. !Bite it down!
"Gollum!"

The swamp collapsed, and the rabbit fled in panic, slipping away from the corner of the swamp monster.

It didn't bite, and the reason why it collapsed was that the force generated by the bite caused the edge of the swamp monster's mouth to be shaken, and some swamps were scattered, and it didn't take long for them to gather again.

"..."

never mind…

Wilder thought for a while and gave the swamp monsters an order to move freely.

The sun had turned to the west, and Wilder felt a little more hunger in his stomach. After thinking about it, he opened his palm, and the area between the palm and the elbow turned into a swamp. The black anaconda swam out with a pair of scarlet His eyes stared coldly at the strange environment.

"hunt."

Wilder said something lightly.

"Hiss..." The huge body of the black anaconda disappeared into a tuft of grass.

After more than an hour, the bushes shook violently. Wilder turned his head and saw that the black anaconda had come back with a bulging belly.

"His!"

Surging up from the abdomen, the black anaconda opened its mouth wide, and a black sheep was spat out.

The mucus-wrapped black sheep had long been silent. Wilde walked over, carried the leg of the sheep to the river, peeled the skin and disemboweled it.

The bonfire was lit, and the whole sheep was placed on it, and the oily smoke was rising, and the fragrance had already been emitted.

Wilder didn't feel disgusted by the fact that the sheep was spit out of the snake's belly. When advancing into the city, he ate everything that could be eaten in order to survive.

Rats, bugs, other beasts, eat them raw!

(End of this chapter)