Call of Eschatology

After the two sergeants departed, Carmen was relieved. He breathed hot air in his mouth, and for a moment, took out the package just given to him by the two sergeants.

He opened the parcel and counted the contents.

Clothes, food, communicators.

These are standard configurations.

In addition, there are some useful gadgets such as water purification tablets.

These things alone are enough for Carmen for a few months.

He simply classified the contents of the package and packed them into different containers. For a moment, after Carmen had packed all the regular items, several exquisite books came into view.

Looking at the big characters on the books, Carmen's face suddenly became weird.

Mind Hint.

Communication Skills.

"Brainwashing in Interpersonal Communication."

There were about a dozen books. Carmen crouched on the ground, looked at the books briefly, and for a moment, he closed the books and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had guessed the fundamental purpose of the mission ...

...

The Mozu refugee camp on the mainland plate No. 5286 in District 7 is also simple.

It is a small group settlement built on the cave.

Eight caves of different sizes were loaded with about 700 demons of different races.

The monsters who can escape from the battlefield are not necessarily strong, but their luck is certainly good.

However, "luck" does not always concern one person.

Twenty days ago, Mr. Winter, with his little Winter, ran all the way out of the main battlefield of the Seventh District. He successfully reached the edge of the continental plate and devoted himself to the endless void. He wandered for about seven days and saw the " New World. "

Continental Plate No. 5286 in District 7.

A weird place with barren, scarce resources, but a small Demon refugee camp.

Of course, the weirdness here refers to the weirdness that looks from God's point of view-in just one week, the fleeing demons can gather together to form a refugee camp. Isn't it weird ...

However, Mr. Winter, who was in the game, didn't think there was anything weird about his escape.

He would only feel grateful ... grateful he found a way to live.

He smoothly integrated into this small refugee camp.

Then he discovered that his rejoicing came too early.

Survival in the wilderness is not as good as it looks.

Because life is always a big problem.

Food, water.

These are two major topics that can never escape in life.

In a barren continental plate, these two topics instantly became a terrible problem.

There is very little rainfall on the continental plate No. 5286 in District 7, and there is a small underground river in the cave. There is no need to worry about drinking water, but the food ...

No food ...

That's right ...

No mutant beasts, no plants, no humans, nothing on this continent!

Fresh fish can sometimes be caught in the underground river, but dozens of fish a day are not enough to live or die.

In the harsh living environment, a small number of monsters began to breed ambitions. Differences in ambition and ability divided the classes.

Powerful people cling to the group and plunder the rations that are not much, while the weak ones are squeezed and can only be like salted fish, lying in a cave to save their poor physical strength.

And Mr. Winter, after losing the favor of "Goddess of Fortune", is no longer a powerful one ...

"Dad, I'm hungry ..."

Little Winter's weak voice came out of his arms, and when he heard his son's words, Mr. Winter froze in his heart. He patted Little Winter's head and said softly.

"In a few moments, there will be food."

This is not perfunctory-although as a weak person, the leader of this refugee camp "is pretty good" to them, giving them at least a minimum guarantee of living.

Hungry.

For Mr. Winter who has undergone a major change, it is enough to have "hungry".

He doesn't expect too much ...

Thinking of this, Mr. Winter raised his head and looked at the sky.

At this moment, the sun is setting and the day has passed, which means that it is time for dinner.

"boom!"

The sound of heavy footsteps sounded, and at the entrance of the cave, a strong one-eyed troll carried a cauldron and walked slowly. His look was fierce, and the corners of his mouth were stained with grease.

"Have dinner!"

The troll snorted loudly and said, as if it were a signal, the sound of friction infiltrating in the cave suddenly sounded, and the "weak little monsters" were walking like a corpse, numbly walking to the trolls.

Mr. Winter was also among them. He hugged Little Winter and lowered his head, looking at the cauldron on the ground.

Several miserable fish bones kept floating in the soup, and the soup was as clear as clear water.

This is the dinner of these seventh-level monsters ...

The numb monsters numbly approached the pot, as if the animals were drinking stale soup, but they did not see the eyes of the one-eyed troll standing in the back gradually narrowing.

Food is really not enough ...

Even as ‘strong men’ in this refugee camp, they ca n’t share much food. Although the seventh-level monsters resist hunger, their food is also huge. A few fish and a few pounds of meat are not enough to plug the teeth!

But ...

The one-eyed troll did not forget what his food was.

The resources of the demon world are already barren. In this kind of barrenness, many ferocious and cruel monsters have been bred, and the Cyclops is the best among them!

In their eyes, the monsters, and even their own, are all excellent food sources!

Thinking of this, the one-eyed troll slowly gathered up, he looked at the ancient demon on the side, patted his shoulder first, and then said softly.

"Hey brother, do you want food? I just saw a gerbil outside ..."

...

"I just saw a gerbil outside ..."

The voice of the one-eyed troll clearly passed into Mr. Winter's ear. He looked at the calm one-eyed troll, and suddenly a crisis appeared in his heart.

At this moment, Mr. Winter stepped back cautiously, trying to stay away from the one-eyed troll, who would have expected the one-eyed troll's big hand to be like a golden hoop, holding all the actions of Mr. Winter firmly.

Persuasion failed!

The one-eyed troll's expression suddenly narrowed, and he clung to Mr. Winter's ear, threatening in a low voice.

"Either follow me, or I will pinch you and the cub in your arms!"

This sentence suddenly made Mr. Winter desperate ...

He should have expected this scene-since the class has been divided and the difference between strength and weakness has arisen, the most fundamental 'rule' of weak meat and strong food will appear.

Food is not enough, the weak come together ...

Didn't the first Demon come here like this ...

Mr. Winter still wanted to fight back, but saw that the one-eyed troll suddenly exerted his power, and roughly pushed away Mr. Winter's right hand. He dragged Little Winter over, then turned away!