On the vast wilderness, a group of people slowly advanced against the wind and sand.

More than 300 meters behind them were the corpses of more than a dozen radiant cockroaches covered with scratches. Around the corpse, several wandering hunters dressed in tattered animal skins gathered.

In the eyes of these wanderer hunters, it was obvious that the group was from a very wealthy tribe, and they had left these good insect corpses behind.

The slightly older leader of the group took out the stone knife from his waist and carefully flipped the radiant cockroach over, revealing its soft belly.

The wandering hunters swallowed their saliva one after another, their tribe had not harvested for several days, and even they, as hunters, had come out to hunt on an empty stomach today.

The stone knife stabbed the soft shell with a slight force along the edge of the carapace, oozing out a thick yellow-green liquid underneath. After cutting open the belly of the radiation cockroach, a soft shell has been removed and set aside for later use.

The old hunter knelt on the ground, and the stone knife took out some poisonous insect glands, organs, etc., and stacked them on the soft shell, and when he searched the insect corpse, he was also pleasantly surprised to find that there were many fist-sized egg sheaths in the body of this insect.

The old hunter grinned as well, and he distributed the eggs to the younger hunters, holding one in his mouth and putting it in his mouth.

Poof!

As soon as the teeth are bitten, juice bursts out of the mouth. The taste is definitely not tasty, and it is even a little quirky, but for those who have been hungry for a few days, it is delicious.

The old hunter said to a few people in an accented voice, "You can't eat too much, you will get sick."

After eating, the old hunter regained some strength, and the movements of his hands also accelerated, and after ten seconds, a radiation cockroach had been slaughtered, and the obtained insect meat and some edible organs were contained in the cockroach shell.

In addition to the meat inside the cockroach, there is also a lot of meat in the limbs, but the stone knife, which is not sharp, is a little stretched when dealing with hard insect feet.

The old hunter took out the short knife from the animal skin scabbard behind his back, and with a slight force, he easily removed the six insect feet. Throw all these insect feet into the insect carcass and wrap them in a piece of animal skin.

The young hunters around looked at the short knives in the hands of the old hunters with great admiration, such iron products were a great weapon of destruction in the wilderness, and only experienced senior hunters in their tribe were qualified to equip such weapons.

The old hunter looked around and saw that the rest of the people were looking at the knife in his hand, so he scolded them and ordered them to slaughter the remaining worms quickly.

The old hunter was very prestigious among them, and a scolding scared them away from him.

The old hunter stood up, squinting at the group that had drifted away, and stretched out his arm to measure the distance between himself and the other.

After a dozen or so radiant cockroaches were slaughtered, there was not much meat left, and the old hunter put the two insect corpses in the grass basket, shouted and ordered everyone to hurry up with the former.

The seasoned old hunter knew that these bugs were just appetizers, and that as long as they could follow the group in front of them, even if it was just to pick up what they didn't want, it would be enough for them to return home with a full load today.

Their target was a group of men in earthy yellow armor, all of whom were sturdy and even wore elongated black weapons that the well-informed wilderness might recognize. At the front and back of the team are the "giant men" in the eyes of the two old hunters, and when these "giant men" get closer, they will find that they are not humans, but mechs painted in desert colors, and the pneumatic sound of "click" is constantly coming from their limbs.

Another gust of wind and sand blew up, and the wind was so strong that it even blew the armored team members a few steps away.

At the turn of the warm and cold seasons, the weather is becoming more and more volatile and unpredictable.

Explorers who live deep underground can understand why the wanderers of the wilderness are so obsessed with the gods and reverence for nature.

A moment ago, it was still raining, and after the rain passed, everyone had just put away the canopy, and there was a demonic wind blowing around without warning, taking away a little moisture on the surface, and the originally wet and sticky earth soon became dry and cracked, turning into fine sand and gravel and being swept into the howling wind.

The day after the completion of the Vault Upgrade Project, Ethan's long-depressed mood could finally be released, because today he finally resumed his daily exploration tasks, and he could continue to kill monsters in the wilderness and level up.

However, in the exploration team, I'm afraid that only Ethan still has a positive and optimistic attitude, and the rest of the people have become a little tired and uneasy under the continuous monster attacks.

After the war, the vast majority of creatures on this planet have mutated to a greater or lesser extent, becoming more intelligent and cunning. In this warm and cold society, not only do humans know how to stock up on food and cotton cloth to cope with the cold winter, monsters have also internalized this behavior, and those who are not prepared have long since been eliminated in the long competition of nature.

Therefore, the monsters in this season have become manic and abnormal, and they are crazy to forage and hunt in the wilderness, Ethan and his party have suffered no less than 20 monster attacks in half a day, and monsters may pounce on the heavens and the earth, and the unprepared people will be surprised.

However, this is good news for Ethan, who used to spend more time and even detour a little longer to kill monsters in order to find monsters and gain experience. But now this situation has greatly saved them time to complete the mission, and now the monsters along the way will take the initiative to attack Ethan and his party as soon as they see them.

Terrestrial man-eating spiders, Bordeaux venomous bees, giant rat swarms...... Waves of monsters attacked the team, all of them turning into cold corpses under the swords of Ethan and Carl.

The wanderers hanging far behind them were smiling, each carrying hundreds of pounds of fresh meat on their backs, but they didn't feel heavy at all. When there was really no way to hold so much meat, the old hunter dug a hole on the spot, filled the corpses in one go, and smeared the cockroach droppings that had been prepared on the filled hole.

The dung had a pungent smell that masked the smell of flesh beneath the soil, and no beast would have thought of digging from under it.

After following all the way, these wanderers with amazing physical strength did not show any signs of fatigue, and when they saw the group enter a ruin hidden in the valley, the wanderers also sneaked into the ruins under the command of the old hunter.