Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The corpse of the ancient giant beast lay across the land, vast and boundless, with its ribs standing upright, like a gray cage, with the yellow sand that could not escape swirling in it like a whirlwind.

And at the foot of these fossils, a hideous giant skull lay on the ground.

Its lower jaw was shattered and its mouth was slightly open, but its skull just formed a natural shack, with a round table of white jade chairs placed in the house...

But it was the back teeth of the giant beast.

A middle-aged drifter directed a dozen of his men to clean the skull. A thick smoke surged from the stove and flowed out of the broken eye sockets. The gurgling gray-green color seemed like the soul of the giant beast that had not yet died.

He was the boss here.

Just as an ordinary relay substation in the Shark Kingdom was surrounded by a group of drifters living around it, forming a shipwreck town, the depression lagoon surrounding the Tech Hunter's branch in the south attracted countless drifters to seek a living in addition to the locals of the lake town.

And the radiation range is even wider.

Just like this boss, who runs a post station business so far away from the depression lagoon, he can't find the big swamp even if he walks for dozens of miles... But in the household register of the technology hunter, he is still a drifter attached to the lake town.

"This beast disaster ended so early." He couldn't help but sigh.

He was not referring to the beast disaster when the flash land was invaded, but the second wave of disaster when the burial wolves, beaked gorillas...beaked beasts ravaged the flash land, reproduced and returned to the skeleton wasteland with their cubs.

After all, this is their hometown.

The boss makes a living here, providing supplies and accommodation for passing pedestrian caravans, and he is the only one nearby.

It seems to be a huge profit, but it depends on the weather.

After all, if the beast disaster comes, not to mention that no caravan dares to trek in the wasteland, even he himself will have to take his team members to escape back to the vicinity of the depression lagoon to seek shelter.

To survive, you can only make a big profit in the gap.

The mechanics of the depression lagoon looked through historical data, calculated the results carefully, and issued a warning through the technology hunter:

It is said that the intensity of the beast disaster this time is not inferior to the previous ones, and the duration may be even worse, so people around should be careful.

Reduce going out.

The wealthy businessmen and travelers are fine, with deep foundations, but they are suffering from those who have no family wealth and drift around... But compared to the bloody mouth of the beaked beast, the rest are minor problems.

At the beginning, the boss was also like other drifters, not daring to go out at all.

But he has been asking people to closely observe the movements of the outside world.

Only then did he find that the skeleton wasteland seemed different from what the mechanic predicted: there was no beast herd sweeping frenzy, although there were sporadic shadows of fierce beasts, but it was not at all rampant.

Maybe the mechanics in the city also found it, but he was very confident and insisted that his calculations were correct. The beast disaster was not over but had not come at all...But the boss could not hold back and took people out to seize this stronghold.

Now two months have passed, and although there have been dangers during this period, they are all within the acceptable range.

This gamble has paid off.

"I didn't expect that the mechanic master in Lake Town would make mistakes." Whenever the drifter thought of this, he couldn't help but feel complacent.

After all, even the technology hunters who are completely different from him cannot ignore the opinions of the mechanic and must take them into consideration.

As for those competitors who watched him venture into the Skeleton Wasteland and laughed at him in confusion... they missed the opportunity in vain.

Don't mention how jealous he must be at this moment.

Just thinking about it makes me feel good.

"Work harder and try to get a few more orders!" The middle-aged man urged, "Everyone will be able to return to Lake Town soon."

Of course, he knew that he won by luck.

It is said that the mechanic's forecasts in the past have never failed, and this time there was no beast disaster, which is really an exception - there are only two possibilities: either the beasts stayed and plundered in the flash land, or they were destroyed in that grassland.

From the boss's own feelings, the former is too miserable, and he feels sorry for his own kind when he thinks about it.

If it was the latter...

He remembered a rumor that had been circulating among the drifters recently.

Some people who were braver than him had gone to Shandi to seek opportunities.

He didn't dare.

Could the rumor be true?

But the boss runs this post house built around the skeleton of a giant beast. In the past, he had received many people from wandering tribes and heard their stories...wasn't the rumor adapted from the pastoral songs of Shandi?

Can novels be taken seriously?

So although the boss was emotionally willing to believe that Shandi had resisted the beast disaster, his actual actions were still preparing for the worst.

If the signs were not right, he could run away at any time.

After all, if the beast disaster had not come yet, as the mechanic master argued, what if it was true?

"Oh." Seeing that these partners were a little clumsy, the middle-aged man grabbed a rag and simply did it himself.

The empty-handed guy scratched his ground shyly, looked around and looked out along the broken bone gap, and suddenly exclaimed: "Boss, look!"

"What are you doing again..." The middle-aged man held his waist and followed the other person's sight, and then the words in his throat were stuck.

Even the rag in his hand fell to the ground.

Everyone's attention was attracted, and they saw that the sky outside the house was full of yellow sand, but there was no wind.

Faint.

There was also the roar of the beasts!

At this time, in this land...

Isn't it a beast disaster?

Several people suddenly panicked. While they were rejoicing, they had also been feeling vaguely uneasy and worried in their hearts.

It was immediately ignited.

What a coincidence.

This distance cannot be covered even by running.

My life is at an end...

At this moment, a clear bone flute sound penetrated the yellow sand and penetrated the noisy neighing, floating into everyone's ears.

Floating in the vast sky.

As the flute sounded, the speed of the beasts' progress seemed to be controlled, gradually slowing down, and the yellow sand in the sky settled, revealing their true colors.

But it's not a ferocious beast.

"It's the beast tamer from Shandi..."

The boss is well-informed, but he roughly estimates that the group of beasts in the distance is strong, numbering at least a hundred, and affecting the actions of so many animals at once...

It was his first time seeing it.

As the herd approaches, the distance is enough to reveal the people below, like a caravan.

"What are you still doing? It's a customer!" Some of the waiters around seemed to be shocked, but they were woken up by the Drifter boss scolding him.

He himself directly picked up the rag and put it on his shoulder. While pressing the weapon for self-defense on his waist, he walked out from the sharp mouth revealed by the giant beast and walked forward with a smile on his face.