"Hereby...... Cluck...... Now...... Ziz ......"

Strange sounds...... Such a thought came to the mind of Blade Chaos. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's annoying...... And I don't understand.

The blade vaguely felt some vibration propagating around it, rolling, transmitting into the distance. It was a completely different form of existence from the air vibrations felt by one's bristles, more vast, long-term, and ...... There are no signs of abating.

Maybe it wasn't a shock, but something else, Blade thought vaguely.

Ziz...... Z"

It's annoying, what the hell is it...... Blade tried to open its eyes, but the heavy eyelids mercilessly refused its command.

"Boom...... Z"

The sound continued, but it seemed that there was not just one voice, but several voices were involved, and all at once it went from annoying to ...... It's still annoying.

"No, this guy, but what about the baby, don't talk about food, you can't touch it."

"Hereby...... Now...... ...... Guziz"

"No, don't destroy the scene, forage for food by yourself."

“…… Z"

What was that...... I don't understand, what are they talking about, I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand...... The blade tried to open its eyes, but the heavy black curtain was still firmly in front of its eyes, and after a few struggles, it felt that its strength was exhausted, and it fell asleep again...... Or fainted.

When Blade woke up, the sky had once again spread out the magnificent morning glow, which dyed the air sacs of the float a slightly lighter crimson than the clouds, and a faint mist condensed on the blue-gray moss and lichen, and small drops of dew rolled along the veins towards the roots of the plants.

The soil of Kitahara does not retain water, and when the morning dew seeps into the sand and gravel, it disappears in an instant as soon as the sun shines, and it is only in the early morning of the day that the plants can get enough water from the moist air to consume enough water for a day.

The rain grass in front of the blade is the representative of the northern plains. In the early morning, life can see a small pool of cold dew in the bowl of the raingrass, which reflects miniature colorful spots in the sun.

For the herbivorous animals of the northern plains, it is one of their most popular foods, as their bowl-shaped leaves are not only tender in taste, but also can be drunk in the early morning.

Water is more important than food, and life without food may not be much of a problem to live for half a month, but without water, it is very difficult to hold on for three days.

Water is the source of life, and in Kitahara, water is a more precious resource than food.

The blade was thirsty, too, but it didn't have to lick any of the pitiful dewdrops in the raingrass, it scrambled up, tore open the throat of the shield dragon, and gulped down the half-congealed blood.

After a night's time, the blood was already viscous like honey, and if you didn't drink it again, it would really clot.

As for why he wasn't dismembered by other predators when he fainted, Blade had no intention of thinking deeply about it. To live is to live, and the intelligence of the blade is not high enough to think about such a profound question, anyway, as long as you live, isn't it?

The pursuer stood up, and saw that the massive arthropod tyrant had regained its vitality, and the creatures around him had fled for a long distance in fright, and the offer of falling asleep or resting and the tyrant whose mobility had recovered were completely different concepts, and those predators who were hesitant to come up and the scavengers who coveted the carcass of the shield carcosaurus in front of the blade disappeared with their tails between their legs.

No one wants to be targeted by a tyrant, even if it's just the slightest possibility.

The blade shook its head and was still a little dizzy, the air sacs under it were still pumping and transmitting painful nerve impulses, and the muscles were sore, this tyrant was far less powerful than the other creatures looked like now.

After this shield dragon hunting battle, the blade would need at least a few days of cultivation to return to its normal state. That organ is too much of a burden for me now.

Blade has decided that it must not open its "vortex organs" until it finds the one that can take care of the Thorn Guard. Because it's open again...... Definitely going to die.

This is no joke! A premonition from the body is alerting it, absolutely! Never turn it on again! Because it will die, and it will die!

Then don't open it, Blade sighed, even if he doesn't open that thing now, according to his current strength, it is enough to prey on most of the creatures, but that thorn guard seed, it must be solved as soon as possible!

Ever since it saw the wound of the little creature that had been cut off and then stitched up, the blade sensed the presence of something with its keen survival instincts.

That thing can help with wounds, and there are sharp body organs that can cut through the protection of the creature and then eliminate the problematic part.

Whatever that is! That's definitely what Blade is looking for!

The surrounding herd is increasing, good, the more creatures there are, the higher the chance of the existence of that thing, the blade has just taken a step, and a loud noise suddenly resounded in its body.

"Goo......

…… The most important thing to do now seems to be not to look for something that can solve the seeds of the Thorn Guard, but to eat and drink first to replenish your strength.

……

It's a little embarrassing.,After waking up, the protagonist of the catastrophe who doesn't die either works hard to cultivate and recovers from his injuries, or swears not to take revenge and swear not to be a man.,It seems that there is no novel that the protagonist is very hungry after waking up.,If you don't eat enough, you can't do anything else!

The blade indicates that according to the laws of biology, you really can't do anything without a full meal.

After eating half of the shield dragon in one go, the blade slowly stopped eating. It looked up and saw that something was wrong with its surroundings.

The beasts huddled together at once...... They were close to each other, one after the other, concentrating on themselves, and it was evident that they were very unhappy with the kind that made them insecure, but they stayed quietly in place, at most occasionally chasing away their own kind that were too close to the safe distance, without any other signs of doing anything else.

What's driving them here? If it were a large group of predators, these herbivorous creatures would probably not be so calm.

The blade looked up, it was really a behemoth, as an arthropod, its upper body was much taller than its contemporaries, and its head equipped with searchlight-like sharp eyes could be raised to nearly three floors high, completely different from the classic arthropod behemoth shape where the head was low close to the ground.

This also gives it a wide field of view, allowing it to spot its prey earlier than other predators.

And the scene that unfolds in front of the blade...... Far beyond its imagination.

As far as the eye can see, countless shield dragons are slowly moving forward on the tundra in a continuous group of fortresses, and countless other unknown animals seem to have appeared, they are large or small, or in groups or alone, and the number of them is too large to count, and it stretches to the sky.

Seemingly overnight, the creatures of the entire northern plains converged on this unknown tundra.

Why are the beasts concentrated here? No, they are concentrating everywhere, because this tundra is too small for these endless creatures.

Are there more animals here than there are trees in the forest? The blade was dazzling, it had never seen so many lives crammed into one place, and it was probably only matched by the migration of the goldenrod that it had once seen on the seashore.

This is...... The Great Migration......

"Bang ......"

As Blade looked around in surprise, heavy footsteps echoed across the ground, and in front of it, the herd suddenly separated automatically, and a huge moving wall full of oppressive force came into its eyes.

The black armor is not known how thick, the moving feet as thick as the trunk of a tree, and the raster of roads that glows orange.

This is......

The blade involuntarily took a step back, it was extremely sure that this life in front of it was an existence of the same level as the shockwave.

If the shock wave is a mountain peak, then the one in front of it is the Great Wall!

It is also ...... Epic creatures!

ps: I saw a comment on the book-chasing artifact, saying that the protagonist's character is too lively and lacks the cruelty of evolution...... This ...... [a mouthful of rain before the dragon well pressure shock

Forgive me for my brain replenishment! As soon as I thought of the cruelty of evolution, I made up the way the protagonist desperately evolved as if he was being chased by a vicious dog...... In order to survive, kill creatures and grab components, evolve and become stronger...... Then encounter more powerful creatures, population crisis, counter-kill, become stronger, and then kill stronger creatures to grab components, and continue to evolve and become stronger...... From cannon fodder to miscellaneous soldiers, climb all the way up to a great tyrant and even an epic life. This one...... Good standard Murder and Treasure Hunting Flow Immortal Cultivation Mode, huh.

Could it be that the end result is to evolve into a super-cosmic creature that sneezes and blows out stars? It's really scary. [Shivering.]

In fact, there are indeed many people who have said this kind of thing, what kind of novel is not cool and no one reads it at all...... The protagonist of the bad review of the system with personality will definitely rebel against the system balabala...... I usually ignore it...... This time, suddenly inexplicably angry, ignoring something, I can't do it, hanging it on the wall is framing!

I'm here, so let's just make it clear, I don't have a protagonist in this novel at all!

This is just a historical novel that looks at the changes of a planet, the rise of a civilization and the other side of the universe from the perspective of Tianyang [Unmistakable

Tianyang is just a perspective! It's not the protagonist, if you want to say the protagonist, it's the flawed star!

Think about the title of the book "Spore New World", what I want to show you is just a "new world" that is different from us, that is the author's idea since he watched Spore Story [Childhood Dream Series]

A world? What should be? In my imagination, there are world-class wonders and strange scenes, completely different ecological landscapes, completely different from ours, but also a prosperous civilization, nature, history, culture, heroes to sing and cry and poems that have been sung for thousands of years.

So there is such a world in my mind, the natural air rail composed of Ascending Heavenno and Huanxing Road connects the world, the trillions of tons of mountains are hidden in thousands of miles of black clouds all year round, the square-like outlying island beasts roam leisurely above the sea, and the migratory group of goldenfish forms a rotating knife array hundreds of meters high in the seawater, and unfolds a once-in-a-lifetime skyline soar on the fluffy steam bridge to their birthplace. And civilization, and many more stories. [Well, don't think about it, I won't spoil it, huh!

So there is Spore New World, a collection of street fights from the number of words to the speed of updates...... Meow!

Well, thank you for reading so many nagging and resentment collections, and half of the text has been dropped today, and I feel cute [meow~].