Pirate's Swamp Fruit

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 shrubs and trees. This was an area similar to the bottom of a valley, with running water in front of him. The round stones at the bottom of the water were clearly visible, and the flowing water only It went below the ankle, getting deeper as it went up.

The big black crocodile has been hung on the tree trunk extending above his head. Wilder only wears a white shirt and a pair of black and gray combat trousers, simple and elegant.

Just sit on the boulder, cross your legs, close your eyes, listen to the running water, and feel the swamp flowing in your 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, which opens into the mouth. There are stubborn swamp wires connecting the upper and lower jaws, without teeth.

"Like those black monsters."

Wilder said, jumping off the boulder and walking towards the river.

"puff"

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

"Wow!" Swamp babbled and struggled for a few times before being washed away by the water, making the water a little turbid.

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 in the swamp monster with its mouth open.

For half a day, Wilder sat on the stone, pondering life in the swamp and digesting the swamp's newfound abilities.

Swamp life is what he gained from the evil island. Its biggest feature is that it can secrete swamp creatures with mobility. The secreted swamp creatures have independent mobility and can also complete simple instructions given by 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, Wilder gave them a foraging instruction. Suddenly, these swamp monsters squirmed in all directions with Wilder as the center.

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.

At this moment, a swamp monster as big as a basketball squirmed over, not too fast, but not too slow either. It was about to reach the rabbit's side, and its mouth had been opened to the point that it was even bigger than itself. Take a bite

"gollum"

The swamp collapsed, and the rabbit panicked and fled, slipping away from the Swamp Thing.

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.

""

Forget it

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 sense of hunger in his stomach. After thinking about it, he opened his palms, and the area between his palms and elbows turned into a swamp. A black anaconda swam out with a scarlet pair of spitting seeds. His eyes stared coldly at the unfamiliar 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.

"hiss"

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, and other wild animals, eaten raw

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