It's a strange plane.

Towering trees that are more than 20 meters high, mountains floating in the sky, dense rainforests full of colorful and exotic plants, and various plants and animals that glow at night are like a fantasy garden in a dream.

It's like a sea of blood where the devil lives.

The steel jungle is inhabited by humans.

And in this beautiful environment, there are also some indigenous people.

Looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, Chen Feng's eyes were deep, obviously thinking about something, the soles of the other party's feet were very large, and they were covered with calluses, it was obvious that they had long been accustomed to the environment of this jungle, and they could even move freely around here without shoes.

Their skin is gray, and in the dark of night, it is difficult to detect their whereabouts with the naked eye, and their necks are long, and even uncoordinated to the human eye, but their noses are large, like the noses of lions, and perhaps their sense of smell has been enhanced.

In addition to this, there is a weapon beside him, a [javelin], the handle is carved from wood, and the top, is polished stone.

Chen Feng picked up the javelin and threw it lightly on the ground, and the hard ground was like tofu, which was directly pierced.

Very sharp!

Chen Feng's pupils shrank into a thin line.

Jungle warfare is not the same as flat fighting.

As natives living here, these [people] obviously have a stronger innate advantage, but there is one point, what is the purpose of their coming here, just to look, or to step on the point?

Chen Feng's ears trembled slightly, and his gaze suddenly looked to the side.

He heard a little movement.

Very little.

But it was clearly the sound of the weeds being touched under your feet.

A whip was thrown directly, and the flames broke through the dark night, and then there was a scream, and a living native was directly tied up in front of Chen Feng.

“*&……”

It was a living native, with an apparent gunshot wound to his right leg, which prevented him from walking far, and the other party was speaking some indigenous language, but he did not hear what was being said.

Torture?

Chen Feng has demonic horns, and his perception ability can indeed torture the other party to get some news.

However, this efficiency is too slow, and no one knows whether what the indigenous said is correct, and for Chen Feng, he has a better way.

The necromancer appeared in the center of the crowd.

Familiar with Chen Feng's summoner's ability, the surrounding warriors did not show any different expressions, just some people, but curiously looked at the skeleton face under the cloak.

"Let's get started."

As Chen Feng's order was given, the necromancer raised his scepter, and in the next second, it penetrated the native's neck.

The white bone scepter suddenly pierced the native's neck, only to hear a click, accompanied by the spurting of stinking blood, the native's body collapsed to the ground, and there was still a trace of fear and longing for life on that face.

Face this picture.

Chen Feng just stood on the ground with an expressionless face, as if it was just a mouse and an insect that died in front of him, and he couldn't arouse the slightest discomfort at all.

He obeys the law of the forest.

The vast plane is a dark jungle, there are too many hunters living here, just like the human plane, they were discovered by insects and monsters, the other party reacted immediately, most of the humans were killed, and here, Chen Feng and the identity of the natives are the same.

Unknown creatures are hell, eternal threats, and any existence that poses a little danger to itself should be searched for, and if necessary, the killer should be killed.

Throughout the ages, no force has relied on [goodness] to win a battlefield, to win a war, to occupy the initiative, relying on killing and conquest.

It's brutal.

But that's the reality.

Although he could summon the Demon Horn to communicate with the other party, Chen Feng didn't believe in his ears, what he believed was only his own eyes.

"Woo ......"

It wasn't long before a painful roar came from the native's body, a high-pitched, hoarse voice that some warriors could not even stand the noise and covered their ears.

A ghost appears.

The necromancer has mastered the magical black magic, and in just a moment, it has transformed a living life into a ghost.

The death was too miserable, the ghost was born full of curse and resentment, and it looked at everyone around it viciously, giving people the illusion that it was about to pounce.

"Bang!"

There was a soft thud.

The ghost suddenly exploded in the next second, and immediately after, some fragments of memory from his life began to reappear, and the people around him, as if they were watching a silent movie, showed surprise on their faces.

By detonating the soul, the other party's memories are the best techniques used by necromancers.

It's just that these memories are just fragments, and many pictures flashed by, Chen Feng stood aside intently at this time, staring carefully at everything in front of him.

Some useful snippets were screened out.

A swamp.

A group of natives who look the same.

They lay on the ground, as if waiting for something, and after a while, two warriors came over, they were in charge of the daily rounds, unfortunately, they walked into the ambush circle, the natives appeared, the javelin penetrated the warrior's chest, and before they could even call for help, they were dragged directly into the depths of the dense forest.

A few days coming.

In addition to the war dead, there are also some soldiers who have mysteriously disappeared, and it is clear that they have already met with an accident.

A cold light appeared in Chen Feng's eyes.

Memories change again, a tribal stronghold, inhabited by hundreds of strange-looking natives with mud on their faces, and at the forefront, a bent old man, very late, with wrinkled lines on his face like tree bark.

These people were dressed very brightly, as if they were worshipping something, and the figure of the warrior was revealed again, but now there was some flesh and blood, and it was obvious that they had been beaten and tortured.

In the final scene, the old native cuts the warrior's neck with a knife, and a large amount of blood flows to the ground, while the surrounding crowd raises their arms, looking extremely excited and furious.

At this point, the picture ends.

It was so depressing that some of the fighters even clenched their fists, and they also saw the picture just now.

The companions who came together were brutally murdered by this group of guys, and no one knew what kind of fear and torture their companions suffered at the last moment.

Chen Feng's brows furrowed slightly, he was recalling everything he had just seen.

Through memory, he found that the environment of the camp where the other party was located was very dirty, in some perspectives, there were even large pieces of feces on the ground, men, women, and children stepped on the ground barefoot, and there was no discomfort on their faces at all, in addition, the houses were also very low, like weeds and trees were piled up, but the fence outside was very strong, all of them were thick logs, even if it was a huge beast, it could not be directly attacked.

These pictures give people a sense of barrenness.

It's like a primitive tribe, and not even a serious civilization was born.

Chaos, killing, dirty.

Everything here is so primitive and deserted.

However, all this is not what Chen Feng cares about, what he cares about is the attitude of the other party, his own soldiers were killed, and the murderers are these strange natives.

They seem to be worshipping something, there is a detail, similar to the sacrifice of the elderly native, when cutting the neck of the warrior, there are words in his mouth, and there is an arrogant and obedient statue behind him, but all this is too vague for Chen Feng to know at all.

The true purpose of these indigenous people is no longer relevant.

The important thing is that they have provoked Chen Feng.

The soldiers were captured and innocently tortured to death, which was undoubtedly a declaration of war for Chen Feng.

Chen Feng will not sit idly by, and he does not intend to give these natives a chance to strike again, nipping all dangers in the bud, which is the principle of his life.

Chen Feng's palm condensed a flame long sword, he raised it high, first glanced at the surrounding warriors, and then said loudly: "Our companion was killed, this is simply a provocation!" ”

"Do you want to accept this fact cowardly, or do you want to follow me to the other side's side and avenge the death of your comrades?"

A burst of high-pitched voices struck the warrior's heart.

After a series of battles, they have already transformed, not the ordinary people who were submissive before, but the real warriors who dare to fight monsters, dare to fight with insects, and dare to cut off the heads of zombies with their bare hands.

Blades, weapons, pros, crystal cannons.

With such an advantage, how could these people swallow this evil breath, without hesitation, everyone raised their arms high, almost at the same moment, and shouted: "Revenge!" ”

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

A terrifying killing intent appeared on the warrior, and at this time, even the surrounding jungle was filled with a strong killing intent that some beasts felt all this and ran away in panic.

Chen Feng put down the long sword in his hand, his face was almost like a stone, gloomy and terrifying.

People need to take their fate into their own hands, and the same is true in the face of war, and he needs to stay here for a while, and if he accepts the reality like this, it will inevitably fuel the arrogance of the other party.

Revenge!

Just like the beasts that preceded it, any enemy who poses a danger to itself, should be destroyed.

What's more, Chen Feng has some other plans.

These people are sturdy, and their strength is obviously much greater than that of ordinary humans, and now that the Economic Development Zone and Qiaodong are being rebuilt, they need manpower everywhere, and if they can take these indigenous captives back, it is obvious that they can speed up the construction speed.

What's more, there is no need to talk about human rights at all in the treatment of such captives, and the value of their existence is only one point, that is, work!

Revenge begins!

In addition to fruits and ores, in Chen Feng's eyes, these populations are also important resources.