On the same day that Tortureblade entered Apocalypse City, two other events occurred. A big thing, a small thing.

"This is Apocalypse City? It's spectacular! "Meatball Lasic entered Apocalypse City in a sixty percent new psionic car.

Buying bulky steps, he stepped out of the car and pulled out the handkerchief in his pocket.

Whew...

A gust of wind blew, and the handkerchief was blown away by the wind.

"Hey! My handkerchief! Rasic screamed, and the greasy voice was disgusting to listen to.

"Fat pig! Get out of here! A young man, also wearing the uniform of the Seven Killings, kicked Rasic in the head and yelled.

Yes! Rasic screamed to the ground, and the handkerchief in the air seemed to come to life, silently falling behind the young man's back, and then disappeared in an instant.

"What are you doing? Why do you hit someone? Rasic shook his head and screamed.

The young man said with a gloomy face, "Why? My name is Spark Baruka! ”

When Lasic heard this, he suddenly changed from an angry big rooster to a sick old hen, and lowered his head tremblingly, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his fat cheeks.

Sparker didn't bother with the fat pig, he was in a very irritable mood right now.

"Damn it! That incompetent uncle was actually forced out of the oath mark by a slut, what a waste! ”

Sparker scolded in his heart.

"Forget about one waste, our Baruka family actually raises so much waste!" Spark's heart grew angrier as he thought back to the massacre of the Lord of Sandstone City.

"I didn't take Frankie, and I made people even lose their nests! This is good, this city lord gave up to the Rhodes family again. Sparker clenched his fists in thought.

Just when he couldn't be irritable anymore, a young man wearing a snake spirit and a longbow on his back ran all the way to Spark's side, and said excitedly, "Third Young Master!" The expeditionary force of the Broken Military Division has returned. ”

"Second brother!" Hearing the expeditionary force, Spark's eyes lit up, and the gloom and irritability on his face were swept away.

In the center of Apocalypse City, the Hall of Apocalypse, the House of Lords.

In the huge empty conference room, there are fifty seats high above the top of the room, and all kinds of people are made. These people include old men, young people, men and women. Although they look different in age, these people have the same momentum, that is, the momentum of the superior.

Although they are all high-level people, the height of these fifty seats is also different. The highest position is empty.

On the debriefing desk in front of his seat stood a handsome man in a black and gold uniform.

At this time, under the pressure of many superiors, this person's face did not change, and he confidently handed over a thick report, and then said without humility or arrogance, "Broken Military Division, the captain of the first brigade of the expeditionary department, Hank Baruka, has returned from the expedition to the Western Doomsday Wasteland, and the councillor has ordered him to submit a battle report." ”

The beautiful secretary of the council, who took the report, read in a crisp and loud voice:

"On April 3, 1197 in the Nirvana calendar, the headquarters set out for the Far West Doomsday Wasteland. After 433 days, returning to the apocalypse, I hereby inform:

In this expedition, 37 rare metal caves were recovered; A total of 136 tons of wisdom stones were seized, including 12 tons of top-grade wisdom stones, 25 tons of high-grade wisdom stones, 37 tons of intermediate wisdom stones, and 62 tons of lower-grade wisdom stones; 140 tons of soul crystals. Among them, 10.13 tons of top-grade soul crystals, 31 tons of high-grade soul crystals, 32.5 tons of intermediate soul crystals, and 66.38 tons of low-level soul crystals; Six new types of disasters were discovered, and three of the six species belonged to the disaster dragon sequence, namely: Shockwave Dragon, Shadow Dragon, and Wild Dragon, and three types of disaster beasts: Six-Eyed Wolf, Filthy Wild Horse, and Bloodthirsty Giant Spider・・・・・

After the 10-minute report was read, the first member of the council to speak out was a handsome middle-aged man with a stubble on his chin.

"Hank, you did a great job and didn't let me down."

When Hank heard this, he said with a happy face, "Thank you, Commander, for the compliment." ”

Thros is the name of this middle-aged man. The commander-in-chief of the Third Division, nicknamed "The Eye of God". Fifth in line to the House of Lords.

After Thros finished speaking, the tall man with black hair and black beard on his left hand side showed a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and said approvingly, "This child has grown a lot. ”

Thros turned his head and smiled, "Your second son has a bright future!" Sharu. ”

Black Viper - Sharu Baruka, the patriarch of the Baruka family, the commander of the three greedy wolf divisions, and the fourth in line to the upper house.

The son is brilliant, and the father's face is also beautiful. After chatting with Thros for a few words, Shalu turned his head and looked at Deng Heng on his left teasingly, and said with a smile, "Look at you, you went out to pick up garbage again?" ”

The lord of the ghost wolf - Deng Heng, the president of the Apocalypse Dragon Riding Academy, and the honorary chairman of the professional association. Third in line to the House of Lords.

Deng Heng looked at his old rival and said with a smile, "Yes!" This time I picked up a big piece of garbage. ”

When Sha Lu heard this, his face was slightly gloomy, and he said in a low voice, "The matter of Sand and Stone City, don't think that it's just about it. ”

Deng Heng smiled disappreciably, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"That's it! Stop arguing. The emaciated middle-aged man on Deng Heng's left said with some irritation.

As he spoke, he picked up a wine bottle and drank it to his mouth.

Mad King - Rocha, second in line to the House of Lords.

"What about the capabilities of a new type of disaster?"

When the members of the House of Representatives were all approving, a cold voice was like a sharp blade suddenly inserted into the skin, which was both surprising and angry.

Sharu looked angrily at the place where the voice came from, and he wanted to see if it was a non-long-eyed MP who had interfered with his son's commendation.

In the next second, everyone's eyes were on a handsome young man. This young man was dressed in white, and although he was handsome, he had a cold temperament.

Black hair, black eyebrows, black eyes. With a white dress, it gives people an incomparably clean and incomparably pure feeling.

Seeing this man, the anger that had already welled up in Shaluna's throat swallowed alive.

Forehead!

Rosa burped, looked at the man and said, "The little guy of the Yue family is still so strict." ”

The Wolf King - Moon God Light. The Martial Saint clan, the elder brother of the patriarch of the Yue Clan. Commander of the Seven Kills Division, seventh in line to the House of Lords.

"Also, what about the analysis of rare metals in the 37 mines?" Moon Shenguang's expression was calm, but his tone was as cold as the wind.

"This isn't done yet." Stared at by the light of the moon god, a thin sweat oozed from Hans's forehead.

"Waste of time!" Luna said calmly, stood up directly, and left.

The congressman looked at the back of the moon god light, and no one said a word.

Suddenly, the atmosphere that was still a commendation meeting just now suddenly turned into a memorial meeting.

After a moment of silence, Sharu said, "Go down, next Monday is the weekly council, and come back after finishing your report." ”

"Yes!"

Leaving the chamber, Luna Hikaru took a car to the headquarters of the Seven Killings.

As soon as I got out of the car, I felt a slight vibration on the ground.

"What's going on?" The Moon God Lightsword frowned slightly.

After hearing this, the driver looked down at the on-board equipment and said, "It seems that the garbage dump not far away has a new owner, and he is cleaning up those abandoned psionic machines." ”

Luna glanced at the screen, just in time to see that the torture blade was wearing a spirit book and carrying machinery.

"Let him make a price and get out of here. There's a neuron in our surveillance system there, and if it breaks, it's a problem. ”

"Yes! Commander! ”

This way. Torture Blade was very energetic in carrying the garbage in the yard and sweeping up the weeds in the yard.

There are very few people here, it is very quiet, and Torture Blade likes it very much.

And most importantly, such a big place is already completely its own!

He had just inspected the whole house. There was dust everywhere, and the furniture and things in the room had been removed. The room was empty except for the musty smell.

"Since it's my thing, you can transform it however you want." Tortureblade thought to himself as a hunter's lair slowly took shape.

The Blade's eyes swept across the bare ground, "Machines are not suitable for traps and guards. It's also the perfect cooperation between plants and traps. ”

After thinking about it, Tortureblade continued to bow his head to eradicate weeds.

Looking at the flying dirt and uprooted grass, Tortureblade's spirit gradually became a little trance-like.

"Old hunter, what are you doing pulling weeds?" Under the gloomy sky, halfway up the hill in the woods, a simple two-story wooden house stood alone.

On the dirt in front of the house, small torture blades covered in mud pulled weeds.

The old hunter took a cigarette in his mouth and trimmed the wood and said, "A good hunter must have his own base." Here you can provide re-mailing for hunters, and you can provide protection for hunters. And the hunter must thoroughly understand every inch of the base of land, so that he can make good use of every inch of land and design his own fortress. ”

As he spoke, the old hunter raised his head and looked at the simple two-story wooden house and said, "It's still too simple, my perfect base is a three-story, cement villa." ”

"I can leisurely smoke on the first floor, eat and sleep on the second floor, repair and modify weapons on the third floor. There should also be a large yard, and a nice and clean gravel path should be built in the yard, with trees planted on both sides and traps set on both sides. There is a garden at the back of the yard and a pool to play in the water! ”

"Old hunter! Don't be foolish. It was dark and I was hungry. The little torturer put down the weeds and touched his belly.

In the evening, the light dimmed completely.

Tortureblade came back to his senses in a daze, and found that the weeds in the entire yard had been pulled out by him.

"The gravel road, the garden, the swimming pool, the three-story building." Tortureblade's eyes swept around, and then he muttered to himself, "Old Hunter, I have found it, the Hunter's Fortress belongs to me." ”

For Tortureblade, the work of the fortress cannot be delayed. He didn't even eat dinner, so he began to clear the weeds from the ground, and then cut the garbage in the yard into pieces of steel and folded them together.

By the time the yard was finished, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sun slowly rises. Sitting on the steps, Torture Blade looked at the empty and neat courtyard, and then looked at the wall in the distance, neatly stacked metal steel plates and weeds, and nodded with satisfaction.