Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 175 173 What is a kind of domineering called?

Watching the trace of transparent lavender gas dissipate invisible with the wind, Wilder stared at the fingertips and fell silent.

After a long time, there was an inaudible sigh: "It's still not enough."

Wilder didn't stop after sighing again. He knew that the road to cultivation or becoming stronger would never be smooth sailing. The only difference was...he was particularly eager to become stronger now, which was a kind of eagerness.

But because of this, Wilder understands that all despondent actions will be a waste of time, and it will be farther and farther away from becoming stronger.

Continue to practice with closed eyes.

His body remained motionless, like a rock standing in the wind and sand.

The orange-yellow sky gradually turned to dark gray, the sun set, and the fuzzy stars replaced the sun, becoming a new round of embellishments on the sky, and of course, there was the moon.

The temperature in the starry night is very low, and the wind and sand hit the body and it becomes cold, but it gives people a sense of comfort and comfort. There is a coolness rising from the bottom of the heart, which makes people calm down, quiet and free of distracting thoughts.

Wilder's body remained motionless, fixed in the starlight and wind and sand, feeling the evening wind and his body.

It wasn't until the stars turned and the sun rose from the east the next day that I felt stiff and hungry all over.

He opened his eyes and frowned.

Make no mistake, overnight progress does not magically lead to leaps and bounds.

Wilder felt a little urgent in his heart. He had an intuition that as long as the characteristic of methane was developed, his combat power would be upgraded like an upgrade.

In the face of the coming crisis, the threat of aunt also has the confidence to fight.

But Wilder also knows that this is impossible, and it cannot be changed in a hurry.

Eagerness, knowing that it will make your heart turmoil, and make your judgment on things dull, will not bring you any benefits.

Overnight, sand had already accumulated on his body, and as Wilde got up, the sand fell rustlingly.

Wilder walked towards the tent where he worked.

At about six o'clock in the morning, Claire fell asleep lying sideways on the desk. Because of this posture, her waist was stretched out into a beautiful and sexy arc. The professional uniform on her body was stretched tightly, and her uneven figure showed To the fullest.

"Snapped!"

As Wilde walked over, a bad taste suddenly arose in his heart.

Claire stared wide-eyed, horror, disbelief, absent-mindedness, and various emotions revealed in her eyes in turn, and finally froze into a daze.

Gradually, a blush crept up her face.

If you have to use an expression to describe your mood and thoughts, Claire must be like this at this time...

Beep? !

Under the shame and some kind of complicated joy, Claire lowered her head in a panic, and said "Boss, I'll get you breakfast" before lowering her head, not daring to look at Wilder's face the whole time, panicked ran out of the tent.

"Ah…"

woman…

Wilder regained his composure, sat down behind the desk, and began to deal with the business affairs that had piled up for half a day.

After a while, Claire came in awkwardly carrying a sumptuous breakfast.

But as if she remembered something important, Claire regained her calm and capable appearance, put the dinner plate aside and said.

"Boss, the news about finding a suitable address for the establishment of the capital has just arrived."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Wilde raised his head.

so fast?

Although Wilder had already ordered him to pay attention to the location of the capital while fighting, he did not expect that there would be news so soon.

This is what he cares most about and attaches great importance to.

"Who found it?" Wilder asked hastily.

"It's the only team of the monitoring force stationed here on the island, and the team leader is outside." Claire replied immediately.

"Call him in."

"Yes."

Afterwards, the team leader was picked up by Claire, and Wilder asked him a few questions about the environment, and after confirming that he did not deviate from his request, he began to enjoy breakfast.

Although Wilder didn't gobble up this meal, the speed was much faster than usual.

"Let's go and have a look." Wilde said to the team leader immediately after breakfast.

The future capital of a country is the existence of Wilder's headquarters. It must not be delayed or treated lightly. It must combine all aspects, and the location must be the most beneficial place for him. Wilder is very happy about this. I value it, so I have to go there first.

Soon, the team leader took Wilde and Claire out of the camp and headed towards the destination.

The road was not close, and the road was full of dust all the way. It was not until the sun approached the west that the destination was reached.

"It's confirmed, the capital of the country will be here!" As soon as he arrived, seeing the surrounding environment from a distance, Wilder could already confirm that this is where his future capital will be, and the requirements and conditions in his mind are not People can understand better than themselves, and this is where they want to be.

The first thing that comes into view is a wet forest of dead wood, the messy and interlaced black withered branches form a dead black "forest".

The whole body is black, the roots are intertwined, and the roots of the chaotically overlapping trees appear dead. However... they are not really dead. Occasionally, green leaves appear on the black withered branches.

The reason why it is called a wet forest is that a large part of the blackness of these black dead trees is caused by moisture, which has been attacked by moisture for many years, causing these dead trees to turn black, forming such a special plant, hard, All black.

Their roots take root in a murky wetland swamp.

On the one hand, it is like water, on the other hand, it is more turbid and viscous than water. If I really want to describe it, it is probably a kind of swamp with a lot of water. The swamp is deposited below, and then the top is about ten centimeters high. Water, where these black messy trees are rooted.

The dead wood wet forest is only a part, and there are large and small, connected or independent swamp pools around, with grassland in between, and bottomless water under the grass, which is a different kind of swamp. Among them, if you are not careful, you will sink deep between the rhizomes of the grass. They are swamps formed by a large number of aquatic plants.

In addition, there are swamps that are completely muddy, and there are a few small patches of solid land that exist occasionally, and there are simple lakes. Of course, there must be dangerous grasslands that are flooded around the lakes.

The entire huge area that can be used as the capital of the country is composed of these big features. Of course, on the whole, there are still places suitable for living in a detailed range.

This is the general environment and appearance of the capital, but what can truly be called the base camp of Wilder is the "royal palace" that can be found in the capital.

If the environment of the capital can still be lived in after development, then the royal palace is completely dangerous and desperate in the eyes of ordinary people.

The site where the palace was built in Wilder's mind is simply a thumbnail of the general environment of the capital, with all kinds of strange and dangerous landforms gathered together.

Surrounded by wetlands, swamps, and black wood jungles, there is a huge lake in the middle, and there is a place where only mud is left by the swamp, where crocodiles and other ferocious beasts haunt, blood and killings are staged.

And behind the lake is a precipitous cliff, above the precipitous cliff is a lush green forest, behind the forest there is no one inhabited, because it is a complete Jedi, a bottomless, endless huge crack, huge crack and The surrounding forest is filled with purple mist, making it impossible to clearly see the scene inside.

"Boss... is the capital really going to be built in such a place?" Claire looked at the environment in front of her and hesitated.

"Of course." Wilder grinned with a deep smile: "Such a place is hard to find, and, Claire, don't forget your ability, aren't you the most suitable architect for this place? "

"But the boss..." At this time, it was the team leader next to him who looked at the distant environment and frowned: "Boss, you may not know if you haven't gone deep into it. My supervisor almost couldn't get out after going in."

"Huh? How to say?" Wilder's tall body turned around and looked at him.

"Not to mention the forest and the big crack behind, it's just around the cliff...that's where you want to build the royal palace, boss. There's a lot of poisonous gas, I suspect it's marsh gas, and my people feel breathless as soon as they go in. Difficulty, dizziness, if not for rescue, he might have died already."

"Mampgas...!" Wilder's heart moved, and he turned his eyes to the place that the team leader said, and the color of knowledge radiated out, and he really sensed something faint from it.

maybe…

Wilder's eyes flashed away with excitement, and he had some more thoughts in his mind.

Is it possible to use this natural environment to stimulate the biogas characteristics in the swamp?
Wilder didn't know if this would work, but he finally had the opportunity to develop it quickly, so he had to give it a try.

As for the construction of the palace, there is no solution. As long as the plan is well planned, the place where no methane gas invades can be used as an auxiliary building that can allow people to come and go freely. I am not afraid of methane gas, so the place I live can be built in methane gas As the main hall, and then build a side hall that is not attacked by the methane gas.

Of course...if it can be solved perfectly, it would be even better if all of them are built within the range of biogas.

In addition, there is something like a gas mask, and it is not impossible to go in and out of the methane.

There are many solutions, and Wilder doesn't care about this problem at all.

Let's implement that idea first.

Looking at the swamp gas, Wilder felt a sense of impatience.

"I will solve the problem of methane gas. You two go back first and report the progress of the incident to me at any time."

"Yes."

"Okay, boss."

After taking the two of them away, Wilder moved his footsteps, jumped in the air and rushed into the dangerous area.

The wind generated by the high-speed movement whizzed past his ears, and Wilder landed on a sharply protruding cliff rock.

"Sure enough, my body has the ability to accommodate or...survive in methane."

As soon as Wilde sat down, he felt a change in his body. The swamp gas in his body that he had spent many days refining suddenly became active, and it became much clearer than before.

"This place is really useful for my methane cultivation. Maybe I can control the methane in this area in the future."

In fact, Wilde has been making progress in the cultivation of marsh gas, but the progress is too slow. His physical strength has reached something similar to a "bottleneck". Although the cultivation of swamp fruit has been improving, I don't know Is it because the body is lagging behind or the ability is not able to meet the characteristic standard of continuing to develop biogas? The development of biogas can be said to be like a snail crawling, and it is still [-] miles away from the end of the real development. kind.

Wilder closed his eyes, unleashed his domineering aura without reservation, and at the same time activated his unique scan, covering the entire 600-meter surrounding area. Soon, the slowly flowing methane around his body became clear. presented.

What to do next?
Above Wilder's closed eyes, two eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

He was observing the methane around him, and at the same time observing the trace of methane in his body, wanting to see if the two would produce the so-called "resonance" or any changes.

Wilder believes that the methane around him can be used by him, and his body has characteristics related to methane.

and so…

Still that question.

How to do?
Wilder didn't know, he could only wait, waiting for that slight change to appear.

This is not an ordinary exercise, but a kind of experiment with external force, which has never been done before.

"Maybe I should let go of my heart and suck the methane?" Wilder was not sure whether to implement this potentially dangerous idea.

No one can guarantee that increasing the frequency of breathing methane will cause his current state of not being afraid of methane to be broken.

Maybe things are turning for the better.

But it's also possible to go bad and catch people off guard.

"Wait a little longer, if there is still no change in half an hour, then my body may really not be afraid of marsh gas at all, and try again at that time."

Wilder emptied his mind and put his thoughts completely into the marsh, carefully experiencing the subtle changes in it.

Unknowingly, the wind picked up.

breeze.

The speed of the methane flow accelerated, and at this moment, Wilder suddenly caught a slight change, his heart moved, and he quickly calmed down to feel it.

As time passed, Wilder felt the temperature drop, and he knew that night was coming.

In the midst of the knowledge, the surroundings suddenly became "lively", and the dark human-thirsty behemoth came out to look for food.

Wilder wasn't worried that he would be disturbed. The cliff here was so dangerous that ordinary beasts couldn't come up at all.

of course there are exceptions.

Exceptions are often unexpected, Wilde opens his eyes and something invisible radiates from them!

"Om...!"

An ice-cold aura that was enough to make people dizzy made the pupils of the giant beast coming towards the cliff dizzy, and rolled down with white eyes.

"This is…!"

Wilde's pupils shrank and trembled slightly, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

　Mo gotta check for typos.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)