Fili and William had returned to their tents, but Panis had sat down by the campfire again, only occasionally glancing at the boy who was still lying in the darkness of the col.

"He should be frightened, but these things will have to be faced sooner or later if he wants to survive in the wilderness."

Lowe's lips were pursed, he knew the mob better than Panis, he had been a part of it until he met the baby girl on his back.

To avoid suspicion, he can wear a face covering, but what about her?

Lowe's star-deep black eyes flickered, a sign of his quick thinking.

Eventually, Lowe picked up the gas mask at his side and walked back step by step.

But instead of going back to his tent, he walked to Panis, who seemed to be lost in thought again by the campfire.

Panis's slightly melancholy face showed a slight look of surprise. Is this shy boy going to take the initiative to chat with him? Does this count as a teasing of yourself? In this gray-white wilderness, blowing a disgusting fishy sweet night wind? Maybe a warm and secluded tent would be a better choice.

But is he a little too small?

"Can I trust you?"

The enchanting girl in a reverie was pulled back to reality by a deep voice, and the boy was standing in front of her at some point, staring at her with his distinctive black eyes.

His eyes were deep and bright, like ...... It's like the bright stars that used to be said in the books of the old days.

"From the moment you took my dagger, you are already a member of the night, and you are my partner worthy of trust!"

Panis obviously didn't expect her new partner to suddenly ask such a question, and her slightly hoarse voice was inexplicably serious. But maybe it's a very good sign.

"Please come with me."

Lowe stared into Panis's beautiful gray eyes, as if considering the credibility of the other's words. He was silent for a long time, and finally spoke again, turning and walking towards his tent.

Panis opened her mouth slightly, looking at the thin figure that had already entered the tent, and she was a little overwhelmed.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally cursed under her breath, and stood up and walked to the boy's tent.

By the time she had slipped into the tent, the blanket that Lowe had never seemed to untie had been neatly folded aside, revealing the shabby but unusually clean burden behind him.

Lowe left the tent after dawn and disappeared into the wilderness, which had been once again filled with rays. He also took the gas mask Panis had assigned to him, as well as the sharp titanium dagger.

No one knew what Lo and Panis said or did in the tent.

After Lowe left, Panis instructed her companion to continue to rest in place, waiting for the next dawn in the col.

Fili and William are a little confused about Lowe's disappearance. But what is even more puzzling is that Panis, who is extremely familiar with the wilderness, would give the order to stay in the same place in the wilderness for two consecutive nights.

The wilderness is brutal, and the mutated creatures in the wilderness are even more deadly. Staying in the same place for a long time will greatly increase the chance of being spotted by the enemy.

Their enemies are not only the terrifying mutated creatures of the wilderness, but also other mercenary squads.

Old Pat has had a very pleasant life lately. After the tragic death of Angus, the speaker of the H913 Cluster, there was a riot in the Gathering that pleased Old Pat.

In any gathering place, there is always a short period of welfare before the old speaker dies and the new speaker comes to power.

Of course, the term welfare period is only for those residents of the gathering place who have desires and their abilities match their desires.

It is very advantageous for the new discursors to let these lowly residents who have been squeezed so that they are only left with their desires to be properly released.

The benefit period was not long, it lasted only one day.

On this day, anyone can rob, kill, and commit adultery at will, unleashing the demons buried deep in the dark depths of their hearts.

But there are also unspoken rules for the benefit period. During this short period of welfare, it is strictly forbidden to destroy the few buildings in the gathering place, and it is strictly forbidden to kill women and children in the gathering place. Because these are the private property of the New Speakers.

Just before nightfall, old Pat appeared in the chaotic streets of the gathering place with a group of beastfighters and began to clean up the mess.

As the oldest caretaker of the Colosseum, these fierce and fierce beastfighters in the eyes of others have a deep fear and meekness towards old Pat.

This is also the biggest capital of Old Pat who dares to win the throne of the discourseman!

Looking at the gathering place that had been overwhelmed by repression again after a short revelry, old Pat couldn't help but curse in his heart for this damn new era.

If given the choice, he would rather go back to his pre-nuclear childhood days when he was not rich but carefree.

Sitting in the box of the Colosseum, which was once dedicated to Angus, old Pat picked up the small half bottle of red wine in front of him, which had been collected by Angus for many years, and drank it up.

The red, mellow smell of red wine trickled down from the corners of his mouth like blood, making his fat figure look a little hideous.

Looking at these tall and short beastfighters standing neatly in the box, Old Pat's cloudy eyes showed a rare hint of clarity.

The suppression of the riots in the gathering place was only a trivial step he took to replace Angus. In order to sit in this box for a long time, he must also face the mob of the wilderness that should be coming soon, and find the drinking water that his predecessor has hidden.

It is also the eternal process of changing the old and the new in the countless gathering places in the wilderness.

"Use your skills against mutated creatures and tear to shreds the lowly mobs who dare to approach the gathering place! Then, I'll set you free! Give you plenty of food and water, and give you all kinds of women! ”

Old Pat only unlocked a pair of genetic sequences, and his ability is Intimidation, which is an extremely rare ability that is why Old Pat can strike fear into the hearts of many Beastfighters.

Compared to Angus, who had four waste material abilities, Old Pat clearly knew how to use the resources in his hands.

The only exit to and from the H913 colony had been pulled up with a thick barbed wire fence that had been temporarily removed from the Colosseum, and all the men in the colony had been driven to the exit by the M1216 shotgun inherited from Angus in Old Pat's possession.

For some unknown reason, the mercenary female tyrannosaurus who kicked Angus's head did not take away this weapon that was extremely powerful at close range.

Old Pat was holding a shotgun, and a dozen or so Beastfighters stood neatly behind him, like generals in the old days, guarding their own territory.

There was a faint rustling sound in the gray wilderness shrouded in darkness outside the gathering place, a low, somewhat frightening sound that reminded old Pat of an insect that always appeared in swarms in old days.

"These damned wilderness locusts!"

Old Pat cursed under his breath and spat heavily into the rubble-strewn ground.

The first to appear in the darkness in the distance were countless pairs of dark green eyes. With long-term exposure to the intense radiation of the wilderness, these wilderness mobs, who can no longer be called human, have finally evolved the ability to see at night.

The deformed and ugly body, the clothes that are almost in inches, the staggering steps, the smell of rot and fish.

The Wilderness Mob, a horde of horrific plagues, has finally appeared in the wilderness on the outskirts of the H913 Colony.

"Bang!"

A dull but terrifying gunshot rang out, and the men of the gathering place, armed with machetes, daggers, and even shovels, began to rush head-on at the mob, which was not moving fast.

Being forced is only one aspect. On the other hand, they also knew very well in their hearts that they would either kill or be eaten by these plague spreaders, and there was no other choice.

The wilderness is frighteningly simple at times.

The two sides soon converged in one place. The chaotic sound of blades entering the body and sticks approaching, mixed with roars, screams, and wails, finally began the battle between life and death.

A tall, scrawny man with an alloy baseball bat in his hand slammed down on a girl less than a meter tall in the mob whose half of her face was covered in pink granulation.

As the girl's screams rang out, half of her head collapsed softly, and a sticky paste splattered out.

But the girl's staggering footsteps did not stop, she reached out and hugged the man's waist, bit on the man's protruding hip bone, and actually bit off a piece of bloody flesh.

The man struggled, wailing in pain, slowly overwhelmed by the mob that was always hobbling forward. He was vaguely recognizable as "Easto."

The letter-marked baseball bat also fell heavily on the gray-white wilderness.

Old Pat had never thought that these lowly men would be able to withstand the mob alone, and he glanced back at the dozen or so beastfighters behind him who were roaring low, like wild beasts, and couldn't help but think of the thin figure that had once cowered in the dungeon.

"If that damn cockroach is here, maybe win!"

What Old Pat didn't expect was that the damned cockroach he was talking about was now lying quietly on the sand of the wilderness not far from him, calmly watching the figure of the beastfighter who roared into the mob.

Only when the mob all entered the gathering place could the spread of the plague be stopped to the greatest extent.

As for the lives of the residents in the gathering place, Luo did not think about it.

From the moment a new era begins, compassion is a luxury in the wilderness, and indeed on the planet, at a price.

Lowe had no hope that these Batadors would stop the mob. The fiercest screaming is often also the weakest.

Old Pat had time to take a cigar from his bosom and light it for himself, then took a deep puff.

He also had no hope for his own Beast Fighter. These brawlers may be able to deal with one or even two ferocious mutated creatures, but if they face the undying mob of hundreds of people, defeat may be just a cigar.

Old Pat had even crazier plans. He could not have been standing here, but he ended up here. Just because he wanted to see with his own eyes whether these monsters, who should have gone to hell a long time ago, would bleed, would not wail out of fear and pain.

Like his grandson who died in the midst of a mob.

When the last of the Beastade had been gnawed into a pile of bones, Old Pat reluctantly threw the cigar that was still half left in his hand to the ground, and without glancing at the approaching mob tide, he turned and strode towards the Colosseum.