After the wild man had vented his dissatisfaction, he reluctantly walked over to the three of Heyman, grinned and spat out a mouthful of green saliva on Heyman's handsome face.

wasn't angry, and waved his hand to grab the green saliva that was fluttering towards him.

The palm of his hand opened, and in the palm of Heyman's palm lay a small black mutant centipede.

The centipede is not big, but it is extremely hideous, and there are faintly convex spots on the sides of the slender body.

A high-level sacrificial beast.

The corners of Heyman's mouth curled slightly, and without any words, he suddenly crushed the centipede that seemed to be in a deep sleep.

It wasn't the mutant sacrifice he wanted.

The savage on the other side saw Heyman's movements like this, and he beat his hands and laughed, his mouth chirped sharply, and his hairy face showed a clear look of pleasure.

"One more!"

The soldier on the side urged coldly again.

The wild man leaned in again, his fat lips curled, and he spat heavily at Heyman again.

In Heyman's palm this time was a lizard-like creeping creature, with a back covered in fine scales and a pair of wings as smooth as bat's wings.

Final-Order Mutant Sacrifice Beast, Salamander Dragon!

finally smiled with satisfaction, and with a flick of his fingertips, a drop of blood was already dripping onto the salamander's tiny head.

The savage who spat at Heman seemed to be so angry that he stretched out his right hand, palm up, and four fingers bent, leaving only the hairy finger in the middle, and shook it up and down towards Heyman, and then turned a little tired and returned to the entrance of the trench again.

The soldier in armor and spear in his hand did not urge the wild man on the other side as his companion did, but turned to look at Luo, who was frowning slightly.

"The Lost Trench is a place of trials for the Begu family, and there are countless mutated creatures in it, and everyone who qualifies for the trial can have two chances to choose their own beast. Ranging from low-level to high-level, the Sacrificial Beast grows to be both a powerful arm and the only sacrifice that will eventually be exchanged for the richest bounty of the Shauns Summoner in the trench. ”

Luo felt that he understood, the so-called trial in the Lost Trench should be the process of cultivating a young beast and exchanging it for gold coins.

When it comes to raising cubs, Lowe thinks he shouldn't lose to. After all, he is a father with actual combat experience, not to mention that with such a powerful help as the Salamander, it should be easier than the process of raising him.

But the wild man, who had already spat at twice, didn't seem to have enough saliva, and he grunted at the shorter wild man beside him, and then gestured to where Lo was, as if to signal his companion to spat the hateful humans in his place.

The shorter wildling, like its companions, had several large leaves around its waist and two more on its chest.

She's supposed to be a female savage.

The female savage showed a timid look, poked her head and bent slightly, and cautiously walked towards Luo.

She seemed so frightened of the armored soldier standing beside Luo that she didn't get close enough to spat at Luo.

The fishy green saliva fell to the ground before it could be caught by Luo, and quickly soaked into the reddish-brown clay of the ground with the wild man's unbridled and excited roar behind him.

The female savage was stunned, and so was the armored soldier opposite her.

Lowe felt as if she had lost something.

"Every time they vomit saliva twice, there is no more saliva to spit out...... and she can spit up again!"

The soldier who brought Luo here felt that he should give Luo a little explanation, after all, this was something that no one expected.

Lowe regretted that he hadn't been able to catch the sticky saliva that seemed to go straight to the ground as soon as he got out.

The savage behind strode up, muttered to the female savage again for a long time, and did a few more spit demonstrations towards Luo's face before pushing the female savage in front of Luo again.

The female savage's face showed a thick look of panic, her thin body trembled, and there were bursts of choking sounds in her throat, which seemed to be condensing the strength of her whole body, and even her two legs, which were only the thickness of her wrists, faintly began to gather strength.

Looking at her expression, it doesn't seem like she's spitting, but more like she's brewing childbirth.

Luo felt like he had never been more nervous, even in the face of the hordes of mutant spiders.

If the other party can't spit on again, he will lose the opportunity to go in and get lost in the trench? Or is it a lost opportunity to use the sacrificial beast in exchange for the ultimate reward?

Lowe didn't seem fair to him, but he didn't complain.

Where is there fairness in the wilderness!

Perhaps it was the teaching of another savage that worked, or perhaps it was the realization that if he didn't vomit again, the soldier on the other side whose face had gradually cooled would punish him, and the frightened and helpless female savage finally brewed a large mouthful of green saliva again, and spat heavily at Luo's slightly taut face.

Luo was lucky, the other party spit on, really spit on.

The sticky green saliva of the female savage sprayed Luo all over his face.

The wild man's shrill laughter was heard again, and he even began to roll on the ground. The wild man laughed and raised his middle finger at Luo.

In the midst of this unbridled laughter, the savage woman had quickly turned and slipped back.

Luo decided that this time, whether he could get into the trench or not, he would beat up the wallowing savage.

He wasn't going to kill them, as he wasn't sure if the Marquis had any other spitting wildlings.

In Luo's palm, a creature with wings also appeared.

The fat and round body, the fan-shaped transparent thin wings, and a pair of immature tentacles.

What is this thing?

Luo was sure that he had never seen such an insect before, and from the equally surprised gaze of the armored soldier standing next to him, Luo was sure that the other party should not have seen it either.

hadn't seen the mutated creature in Lowe's palm either, but that didn't stop him from being happy.

The sacrificial beast in Luo's hand was obviously an insect, and the vast majority of insects ate grass or honey, which was enough.

There isn't enough grass in the Lost Trench to produce honey flowers......

walked into the Lost Trench with his dependents, and the salamander that seemed to have grown a little older on his shoulder.

Lowe looked at the soldier beside him, and he felt as if he needed a reasonable explanation.

"Look, it has wings too!"

The soldier whispered, then turned and walked out, leaving in a slightly hurried manner.

Lowe hesitated, still considering whether to feed his own blood to the insect, which didn't seem to be of much use, and that taking it into the Lost Trench might just be an extra burden.

Is it cumbersome? The baby girl used to be definitely a great burden, but now she has grown up.

"Good luck, Trialist!"

The other soldier whispered a word of comfort and walked out quickly.

Luo stared at the existence in his palm that seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and his slender fingers slid over the fat insect body, like the round little face that once stroked the baby girl.

"Since I chose you, I won't abandon you!"

Luo finally dripped his blood on the inexplicable insect body, the red blood quickly filled its body, the weak breath disappeared, and the pair of immature tentacles touched Luo's fingers gently, as if confirming Luo's breath.

Lowe's figure eventually disappears at the entrance to the Lost Trench. Since he came, Luo didn't have the habit of running for nothing.

Luo's figure disappeared, and the big wild man was already lying on the ground at the entrance, and the female wild man who was spitting at Luo gradually stopped trembling, and looked in the direction where Luo disappeared expectantly.

Luo stood on top of the battered reddish-brown clay, looking at the almost endless jagged trench in the distance.

The figures of the three had long since disappeared, and Luo was not in a hurry to move forward, the Begu family was able to open this trench that seemed to faintly separate the wilderness from the ice field again and again, and also used it as a place of trial for the family, that at least said a problem.

The mutated creatures here are sufficient.

The reason why Lowe is not in a hurry to move forward is also because he is not familiar with this sponge-like land that absorbs enough water.

This is a wilderness, but not a wilderness that Lowe is familiar with. The wind, the soil, and the mutated creatures here are all unfamiliar.

Strangeness means passivity, and aggressiveness equals death.

According to Luo's thinking, the trench should be at the bottom of the ocean, and although it is close to the ice field, there is no sea here. If the name Lost Trench isn't a casual Marquis's work, it's definitely a more dangerous place than the wilderness.

The bottom of the sea has always been a common forbidden area between the old and new eras.