清晨的宁静被发动机的轰鸣声打破了，一辆汽车在沙尘旋风中呼啸着穿过沙漠，猛踩刹车停了下来。生锈的金属部件发出奇怪的吱吱声，让人怀疑下一秒就会分崩离析，而仿佛一头垂死的怪物在艰难地喘息，几根裸露的铜管不断颤抖，最后来到了车尾。一团黑色气体，喷了出来。
拾荒者们还没有见过如此移动的金属怪物。
他们一一露出惊恐、愕然的表情。
The car's shape was rough and exaggerated, the rusted and broken frame spliced randomly with messy parts, the body was embedded with spikes all over, like an extremely incongruous metal hedgehog, the four big wheels were exaggeratedly exposed as if they were big gears biting into the ground, and the front and rear bumpers were intentionally replaced with sharp blades, which was said to be a protection for the car, but rather, it was said to be specialized in crashing into people, and the whole was dangerous and hideous, as was the style of the wilderness roughness.
Six monsters with big paws, speeding like flying through the sand to follow, left and right each three on both sides of the car.
This monster is like the ancient ostrich, but the paws are wide and thick, the body is tall, strong and sturdy, not only can run in the sand as if flying, but also has excellent weight capacity, is one of the most ideal mounts in the desert.
The six riders were all pieces of metal, wood, leather, bone, stone chips or a mix of unknown materials, presumably piecing together whatever they could gather to create a crude armor in the end, so each one was different, one man with a broken arm was even equipped with prosthetics with exposed metal gears, and also welded a serrated greatsword full of notches to his prosthetics, which was similarly full of wilderness style attire.
A Sasquatch rider jumps off his mount and respectfully opens the door to welcome out a large, fat man.
This big fat man wearing a machine oil stained worn leather shoulder, hanging a rough exoskeleton-like armor, like a metal spider lying on the body, his hands wearing leather gloves pressed on the wide belt, and two black modified pistols hanging in front of his waist, homemade ancient gunpowder weapons are also full of wilderness rough and primitive style, but it is a direct symbol of strength and power.
Bizarre attire, flashy styling, Bigfoot bird mounts, hideous assembled vehicles.
All of these are indicative of their identity - they are diggers!
"Damn, finally found a bunch of scavengers." The big fat man lit a brownish-black cigar, puffed out two columns of smoke from his nostrils, casually flipped open his round clip-on goggle sunglasses, and scanned the ragged, skinny and bony scavengers with one small, narrowed eye, "Well, let's let Lord Viktor see how many lucky wretches are left around here!"
Nowadays fat people in the troubled years were a phoenix-like rarity!
This fat piled up nearly three hundred pounds of body stand, simply dignified like a high and mighty king, he is also indeed arrogant like a king, scanning the scavengers is not at all like looking at the same kind of people, but a head of cheap livestock to be slaughtered.
Scavengers are an important group in the wilderness, mainly through digging underground ancient ruins, from which to obtain ancient materials, simple repairs and splicing together, made into equipment and weapons that can be used, so as to form their own forces.
These people often hire lowly scavengers in exchange for food and water, allowing them to dig up ruins in search of ancient useful materials, so scavengers are no strangers to diggers.
"I'm willing to work!"
"I only need half a strip of carrion a day!"
"I have more strength! Choose me!"
One by one, the ragged scavengers gathered around in a dense circle, pulling and dragging each other in their quest to be seen by the Lord Digger, and eventually beating each other up.
"Quiet, quiet, dirty scavengers, I'm not here to hire you to work, shut the fuck up!"
The big fat man drew his gun and shot at the sky.
The gun was brash and incomparable, and the sound of the gun exploded like thunder, causing the scavengers to have their eardrums shaken to the point of raw pain, immediately shutting up, and a pair of eyes became dark and disappointed, as well as some fearful timidity.
Big fat Victor continued to shout, "We have definite information that there is a group of sweepers operating in the vicinity, they may come here at any time, do you understand what I mean?"
Another sudden wave of panic appeared in the scavengers' numb eyes.
Sweepers were synonymous with fear, it was a group of mutant robbers, bloodthirsty and ferocious, loving human flesh, the scavengers were simply lambs in the sheep pen to the sweepers. Wherever the sweepers passed by, it would be the scavengers' doom!
"If you fall into the hands of the sweepers, you will all become captive pigs, your meat will be made into bacon and stored away, your bones will be cracked and polished into trinkets, and the pitiful grease from your bodies will be squeezed out and made into oil lamps."
These merciless words made the scavengers cringe.
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The scavengers were like that, sweeping up wherever they passed and sparing no one.
Lord Victor began to announce the purpose, "We are here today to prepare a team of a few dozen able-bodied scavengers, and we are responsible for funding the weapons that will allow you to fight them off!"
The scavengers took a few steps back, none of them daring to squeak.
The Sweepers had a fierce reputation, how would the scavengers dare to challenge them?
"Rubbish, would you rather wait for death than go and do a job?" Seeing that the scavengers were indifferent, this fat man immediately shouted again, "Whoever takes the lead to step forward, after defeating the sweeper, I'll take him out of here!"
"I'll go!"
A skinny teenager with a bruised nose and a swollen face ran out with a red face gasping for air.
It wasn't anyone else, it was none other than the kid Cloud Eagle!
Several Wilderness Knights riding Bigfoot birds laughed out loud, a teenage kid yelling to fight sweepers too? Seeing this, Lord Victor glared and growled, "Can you fucking hold a weapon? Get out!"
"I'm going to fight the sweepers!" Cloudhawk said with a firm gaze, "If you come back alive, you will honor your promise and take me out of this place!"
Fatty said with an odd face, "You want to leave so badly? Life is more important than anything!"
Yun Ying said, "I want to become a digger, I don't want to starve and be bullied anymore."
Another burst of laughter, such childish words could only be said by an ignorant child!
"It's not easy to live in these turbulent years, and it's even harder to live with dignity, you think you can be free from bullying and starvation by becoming a digger? Joke!"
Fatty originally wanted to kick him away, but staring at the child's dark eyes like a star, I don't know why, but he slapped his head: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, as long as you can come back alive after destroying the sweepers, I'll give you a chance to join the "Yellow Springs" mercenaries. "
"Really let him join?"
"He's just a lowly, weak scavenger!"
"Shut up, you're not fucking noble! I'm the leader, I'm in charge!" The fat man fired another shot into the sky, "Now that the little kid has the guts to stand up for himself, what are you guys still afraid of? Just go fight the sweepers and give two pieces of bread and a bottle of water, if you don't go, taste the gun!"
The most irresistible temptation is food, and the most irresistible fear is death.
This approach was far more effective. The scavengers really came forward one after another, and Lord Victor soon put together a death sending team ...... Oh no, it is a death squad!
Big Fatty shouted, "Send a batch over first, the others stay here and wait."
"Kid you come here, get in my car!"
Yun Ying was thrown directly onto the passenger side as the engine erupted into a beastly roar, he hadn't even sat down yet and was immediately pushed onto the seat by a force.
The car, assembled in seven pieces, gave the impression that it might fall apart at any time, but once it was started it was surprisingly fast, shooting out in an instant.
The worst thing was that the car didn't have seat belts, and the scavenger could only grab the door, which prevented him from being thrown off.
Six wilderness riders each with a scavenger, Bigfoot bird twisted his head and threw open his big paws and began to run wildly, that hedgehog-like assembly car full of people, is raising countless dust in the potholes on the ground climbing up and down, left flash right swings dangerously avoiding obstacles, exciting and bumpy, so that people's blood back up, overturning the river in general!
Cloud Hawk mood is apprehensive and excited, I do not know whether it is to the ferocious murderous sweepers fear, or to the camp outside the world of infinite yearning, all body is trembling, every cell is shouting.
A thought couldn't help but bubble up.
Old man, see?
I'm coming out of the camp!
Not long after this car rushed out of the ruins, a bunch of wandering silhouettes appeared in front of it, and instead of dodging and dodging, Big Fatty accelerated straight through.
"Watch out!" Cloud Eagle yelled in shock, "Someone!"
The monster-like assembled car directly rushed into the first, directly knocked him off, sharp spikes directly cut open the abdomen, a large amount of blood like rain into the convertible car, splattered Victor all over the face, but also sprinkled all over the face of Cloud Eagle, tattered and broken flesh hanging all over the body.
"Ah, hahahahaha!"
The big fat man madly laughed a few times, turned on the electric wipers, sweeping the sticky blood on the windshield, a turn in the direction of another crushed down, that bone in the tires under the ground bursting and crumbling sensation, very clear to the cloud Hawk every corner of the body.
Big fat face full of madness, he took a puff of cigarette roll and continued to chase the next person.
Crash and fly!
Run over!
"Cool, fucking cool!"
Those wilderness riders on Bigfoot birds chased after them and were decapitating the unarmed wilderness wanderers as if they were harvesting wheat, and one of them hooked the wilderness man's lower jaw with an iron hook and ran wildly through the wilderness as if he was dragging a piece of garbage, leaving behind nothing but a trail of blood and broken flesh.
Cloud Hawk felt cold and shivering all over his body, and his tender face surged even more in disbelief and anger: "Why are you ...... you guys like this!"
Scavengers also kill people.
That is in the case of starving red eyes, in order to survive and make a crazy act!
Diggers have no shortage of food, pure catharsis and entertainment....
"Haha, what do you care if I'm happy?" Big Fatty pooh-poohed hard, "Not to mention what the hell do you know, these are wanderers! If I kill them, I'm also contributing to the wilderness!"
The four major forces made up the wilderness, scavengers, diggers, wanderers, and sweepers.
Scavengers had the lowest status, when scavengers learned to find weapons through digging ruins, mastered tool technology, and set up their own forces, they could become diggers.
Because the scavengers drink highly polluted water and eat mutated creatures for a long time, under the influence of the harsh living environment, they will gradually begin to mutate. This kind of mutation is not only physical, but also affects the mind and thought, the vast majority of mutants are as brutal and ferocious as beasts, this kind of mutant will be separated from the scavengers, and thus become a wanderer around to prey.
Once the wanderers gather together to form a force, they will eventually evolve into a force of sweepers in the wilderness. Wherever they pass by, no matter scavengers or diggers, they will face disaster.
How many scavengers, diggers, loiterers, and sweeper forces are there in the wilderness?
Too many.
There are many scavenger camps spread throughout the ruins of this ancient city, and diggers and sweepers are not a few.
Twenty or so scavengers were sent to the makeshift camp.
A strange pyramid-shaped building was sticking into the ground in an inverted position, as if it had been inserted into the earth from the sky, this building was very large in size, and even though it was already in a dilapidated state, it was still possible to tell that it was not a work from any period of human history, no matter the style or the pattern, yet it appeared on the earth very abruptly.
There is an assembly truck parked in the shadow of the inverted pyramid, a total of five wheels, the front wheel is the smallest, the middle two next, the last two wheels are half a man high, which is wrapped around a mess of iron bars or coils, the body is tall, large and practical, it should be able to carry a lot of things, but the shape is like a big ugly lizard.
Big Fatty jumped out of the car and shouted, "Mad Dog, why don't you come and greet our little meat chicken?"
The guy nicknamed "Mad Dog" stood next to the truck, this is a strong black man of 1.9 meters, his bald head and face full of flesh, almost covered with large and small wounds, one of which seems to have been someone will be his face split in half, and now there are still a lot of traces of needle and thread stitches remained.
Hideous, vicious, ugly!
It was as if these words had been made especially for him!
Mad Dog's status is not low, but his equipment is relatively simple, he does not wear any firearms, only two short knives inserted into a holster on his waist, he wears a leather armor studded with iron spikes, mainly to protect his chest and abdomen, his arms and shoulders are bare of muscle, like obsidian carved and angular.
This black man swept his cold eyes over the scavengers, without a word he turned around and pulled the chain, opening the cargo cage where the truck was loaded, "Take your pick!"
In front of the scavengers is a large pile of different weapons of different lengths, there are spears, machetes, hammers, and axes ...... Although all of them are relatively rough cold weapons, but they are already very rare for the scavengers.
"Choose a suitable guy, whether you can be lucky to save your lives depends on it." Big Fatty said to Mad Dog, "Let them enjoy a last supper, they will more than likely never have this kind of opportunity again in their lives!"
Fatty then had no intention of taking the scavengers' feelings into consideration, so he said it bluntly.
The scavengers all had a look of fear in their eyes, not knowing what they would face next.
Now it was time to start picking weapons, the axe and machete were powerful, but they didn't have the strength to use them, so they ended up choosing a short sword that was less than three feet. When Yun Ying held the hilt of the sword in his hand, the cool touch gave a slight stabilization to the heart.
Whatever he would face, he recognized it.
哪怕一丝希望都应该尝试一下，云影不想永远做一个卑微的拾荒者，最后像老人一样孤独而遗憾地死去。