The mountains and forests are lush and green, with rocky water, mossy river banks, and shrubs.

Listening to the sound of running water, Wild sat on a sleek boulder by the river, surrounded by dense bushes and trees, a valley-like lot, with flowing water in front of it, and the round stones at the bottom of the water were clearly visible, and the water was only up to his ankles, and the higher he went, the deeper he went.

The black cocktail had been hung on the trunk of a tree that stretched out overhead, and Wild was wearing only a white shirt and a pair of black and gray pants for combat, simple and atmospheric.

Just sit on the boulder, cross your knees, close your eyes, listen to the flowing water, and feel the swamp surging in your body.

Capturing that breath of life, this thing is still incredible to think about, like a gift from heaven, the swamp is alive.

When he opened his eyes, he squeezed a swamp out of his palm, let gravity pull it down, and with a bang, the swamp smashed into a flat puddle on the wet earth.

It's like a child who suddenly falls, doesn't react at the first moment, freezes in place, maintains the posture of falling, and will make other movements after reacting.

When the swamp first hit the ground, it did maintain a flat landing position, motionless, and after a while, about two or three seconds, the swamp on the ground moved.

From the edge of the perimeter or to the inner perimeter, like some kind of dead skin, no matter what kind of ravages and trampling to keep the original thing, after retracting the perimeter, the whole swamp protruded, and with a pop became a mass.

"Gollum."

About the size of a fist, the swamp slowly wriggled, there was no mechanism of action such as limbs, the bottom was scattered and irregular, and what kind of terrain it encountered was in what shape, to use a sharp statement to describe it as a water flow and a worm, the two were neutralized, and it was wriggling and flowing away, faster than the worm, slower than the water flow.

Then in the middle of the swamp there is a fissure, which opens to the mouth, with stubborn swamp strings connecting the upper and lower jaws, without teeth.

"It's a lot like those black monsters."

Wilde said as he jumped off the boulder and walked to the river.

"Poof!"

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

"Whoa!" The swamp babbled and struggled a few times before being swept away by the current, which became a little muddy.

The swamp monster behind him was still wriggling in the grass, arching over dirt and stone, but Wilde ignored it, and looked at the river that had regained its clarity and pondered.

In any case, the essence is still a swamp, and if there is enough water, it will still be washed away, and it will not change because it has the characteristics of life.

Then, when Wilde turned and walked back again, he found that the swamp monster had climbed to the top of the boulder at some point, and it happened that the top was not obscured by the foliage, and the strong sunlight was pouring down, and it lay there motionless, almost dry.

Wilde raised an eyebrow, and the bruises on his forehead twitched.

Not knowing whether to sigh or how, he jumped onto the boulder and took the swamp monster with its mouth open.

For half a day, Wild sat on a stone and thought about life in the swamp, digesting the swamp's newfound abilities.

The swamp is life-changing, this is his harvest from the Vicious Island, the biggest feature is that it can secrete swamp creatures with action, and the secreted swamp creatures have independent action, and they can also complete the simple instructions given by Wild, such as foraging and attacking.

It can also be freely controlled, with Wild taking over the actions of the swamp creatures and manipulating them to perform complex actions or commands.

Having the ability to act independently does not mean that you can walk freely and freely like ordinary creatures, all of this has a range limit, or line of sight, that is, you can't leave Wild's line of sight, or the range of perception, such as the coverage of seeing and hearing colors, once the swamp monster leaves the range of these limitations, 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, but Wild can only make the swamp monster a hundred meters away from his body now, and he will lose his life if he is far away.

But now it is said that he has just obtained this ability, and he needs practice to better control it to make it diverse, range, scale, and so on need to be improved through practice, this process will not be too difficult, after all, he already has this ability, just need to digest and absorb it.

After half a day of thinking, it was not all thinking, but also digesting, Wild released the swamp monster again, this time directly released fifteen, ranging from the size of a fist to the size of a tire.

After releasing the swamp monsters, Wilder gave them a foraging order, and suddenly, the swamp monsters scattered around Wilder, and wriggled around.

Beyond the grass, rocks, and shrubs, there was no terrain that could restrain these swamp monsters except for the flowing water, and at most it took a little more time.

Then, before Wild's eyes, a rabbit sprang out of the grass and stopped on a meadow, its nose open and closed, and its eyes staring at the danger.

And at this moment, a swamp monster the size of a basketball squirmed, not fast, but not slow, and it was about to reach the rabbit's side, and its mouth had cracked to an extent larger than itself! Take a bite!

"Gollum!"

The swamp collapsed, and the rabbit fled in panic and slipped away from the corner of the swamp monster.

It didn't bite, and the reason why it collapsed was because the force generated by the bite caused the edge of the swamp monster's mouth to be shaken, scattering some swamps, and it didn't take long for them to reconverge.

“……”

Never mind...

Wilder thought for a moment and gave the swamp monsters a free order.

The sun was already tilted to the west, and Wilde felt a little more hungry in his stomach, thought about it, opened his palm, and the position between his palm and his elbow turned into a swamp, and the black forest snake swam out with a letter, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared coldly at the unfamiliar environment.

"Hunting."

Wilde said lightly.

"Whoa—" The huge body of the black python disappeared through a tuft of grass.

After more than an hour, the bushes shook loudly, and Wilde turned his head to see that the black forest snake had returned with a bulging belly.

"Phew!"

From its belly surged up, the black snake opened its mouth, and a black sheep was spit out.

The slime-covered black sheep was long gone, and Wilde walked over and walked to the river with his leg of lamb, skinning and disemboweling it.

The bonfire was lit, and the whole sheep were erected on it, and the smoke rose, and the fragrance was already emanating.

Wilde was not disgusted by the fact that the sheep were spit out of the belly of the snake, and he had eaten everything he could to survive as he advanced into the city.

Rats, bugs, other beasts, eat raw!

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