Snow is falling heavily on the Arctic Ice Sheet, and summer is already in the Salme Mountains to the south. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe humid and hot environment breeds many mosquitoes of all kinds, and in this inaccessible primeval jungle, mosquitoes are not just mosquitoes in people's impressions.

A large mosquito with a protective color more than an inch long rests quietly on the trunk of the tree, and whenever there is an air flow through its body, the fluff on its body surface will feed back the wind speed and direction to it, and it will constantly vibrate with the direction of the wind. It's like a piece of bark on a tree trunk that is about to fall off, and if you don't look for it carefully, you won't find it at all. There is no accurate scientific name for this large mosquito, after all, compared to other popular disciplines, no one has studied biological science at all.

It's not that you don't want to collect and organize, but it's pointless. The ghost knows if someone who can't stand the loneliness ** a small animal will give birth to a monster. In a world without reproductive isolation, biology is a joke!

The mosquito suddenly stretched its wings, and with a buzz its wings began to tremble at a terrifying speed, and its fat body staggered and floated. The unique organ sensed hundreds of substances in the air, aimed in one direction, and flew quickly.

In the sight of this mosquito, there was a fragrant and delicious thing on the ground that was attracting it, and it tried to make a landing without the slightest obstruction. It slowly retracted its wings, and the five slender tentacles on its head tapped against the soft plane, moving back and forth for a while, finding the strongest place to taste, and stretched out its needle-like organ from under its abdomen, a half-inch-long hollow needle prick. Its head thrust down hard, and the bony spikes instantly pierced something, deep into it.

Its belly began to swell, but unfortunately, it didn't swell enough to meet its needs for a "meal". As if sensing that the blood drawn from the animal did not taste very good, it spread its wings again and left the place.

If it had eyes, it would have noticed that the place where it had just stayed was littered with corpses of varying degrees of decay. The thick black blood in its stomach was emitting a strong stench, just a little bit that not only it couldn't feel it, but the other animals couldn't feel it.

The days of the black barbarians were not easy, and every day people died in a wail, and every day tribes disappeared into the Salme Mountains. When the weather is hot, there are more mosquitoes, not only mosquitoes, but also all kinds of small bugs that can transmit the plague. These things are not huge prey and can be easily hunted, these mosquitoes, which are often only the size of a little finger or even the size of a fingernail, are simply pervasive.

The ring of fire blocks most of the insects that attack from the ground, but mosquitoes, flies, and those that can burrow into the earth can still easily break through the defenses of the ring of fire. In this plague, only about seventy percent of the people actually died from the plague, and three out of ten died from fear, from hunger strikes or whatever. Seeing that the ring of fire was not able to stop the continued spread of the plague, the entire black barbarian became desperate, could it be that the barbarian god had given up on his people?

With a snap, a sleeping black man suddenly woke up, and he slapped himself the shoulder, killing a mosquito. Black and red blood mixed together, he wiped the leaves, walked to the camp with his eyes open, and reached out to take a handful and drank it.

Aphro asks people to eat boiled water, but the black barbarians have not been in the habit of drinking "boiled water" for generations, and they can't go against Aphro's will, so they think of a trick. That is, the water is boiled in a clay pot and then put into a water tank to cool. Whoever wants to drink water should take a sip without going against Aphro's wishes or changing his habits.

After a painful drink, the residual water between his hands flowed into the water tank again as he straightened up and withdrew his hands, and in a place invisible to the naked eye, a dark green virus seemed to be painfully twisted, and after a while, another identical virus ...... was isolated from the body of this virus.

After drinking enough, the black man returned to his sleeping place, fell down directly, fell into the soft grass leaf nest, smacked his mouth, curled up and soon fell asleep again. His movements could not be restrained, and he made some movements, and a black brute not far from him also came from his slumber, and he looked up at the ring of fire that was still burning around the tribe, and remembered the nightmare he had just had, and his heart trembled with palpitations.

He was sweating, and the sweltering heat and the ring of fire kept burning, and the whole tribe was like a big furnace. He wiped the beads of sweat from his body, walked to the side of the water tank where the tribe stored water, skimmed his palms back and forth a few times, swept away some of the leaves and ashes of the burning plants and trees floating on the water tank, and held a handful of cold water in both hands, and grunted to feed himself.

It was a difficult summer, and apart from some berries, he hadn't eaten meat for almost half a month. Even the berries are limited in their hands, and they spend almost every day in hunger and despair.

Feeling his stomach gradually bulging, he grabbed the two ends of his belt with both hands, pulled hard, found a slightly cooler place and fell down directly, falling into a dream again.

This tank is constantly filled with people to drink water, and there is also a constant pouring of cooled boiling water, and one tank needs to be filled five times a day to meet the water needs of this small tribe.

Time passed little by little, and in a blink of an eye, the next day, the black man who had killed a mosquito on his shoulder yesterday staggered to his feet, his head was very dizzy, his brain was about to lose control of the balance of his body, and every step was shaky and weak. He felt hot, still feeling hot after taking off all his clothes, and he scratched his neck, stinging slightly.

He put his hand in front of his eyes, and there was a bright red in his black, dirty nails. He cursed, staggered to the edge of the water tank, sank his head directly under the water, and gulped down the water. The cold water made him feel a little refreshed, but then his stomach contracted violently. The water he had just drunk, as well as some yellowing things, was spit out by him. The sudden change frightened him, forgetting that his head was underwater, and he began to breathe in a panic.

In the middle of this exhale, some more bodily fluids were discharged, and he raised his head violently, staggering back into his grass nest again. Gradually, his breathing became shallower and lighter, until on the third day, he stopped breathing completely.

"Another tribe has quietly gone extinct. The Great Witch Priest had a sad expression on his face, and in less than a month, the special race of the Black Barbarians had encountered the threat of extinction. Millions of black barbarians, even in the face of the Desi people are fearless, but they have lost in the forest that they are best at, lost to a small plague! It is hard to imagine that, according to the information collected from various shortcomings, the number of known black barbarian populations has decreased sharply from more than three million to more than one million, and there are only about a hundred of the hundreds of tribes left.

The ring of fire became the best way to send a message, as long as the ring of fire of a tribe was extinguished, it meant that the tribe was dead.

The primeval forests of the Salme Mountains are like those who have been bald, and there is a dead silence under the scorched black.

"Can't wait any longer. The Great Witch Festival has been haggard for at least ten years in a month, with gray hair, more wrinkles on his face, and the whole person has become more old. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Promise that man that we are willing to surrender and give us a place to live, and we will die for him." There was a deep sadness in his words, as a child of the barbarian god, his choice was tantamount to betraying his faith.

But ideals and pursuits are not reality after all. In the face of the great calamity of the imminent extinction of the species, faith cannot save them.

As for faith?

Let's talk about it when we live!

The chirping of a thunderbird seemed to pierce the entire heaven and earth, and the blue figure disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye. From this moment on, they lost everything, including faith.

And on the Far North Ice Sheet, the Sistine has put aside the past and begun to serve Wren.

Smart people tend to change their positions more often than fools, because smart people know how to maximize their own interests and how to save their lives. The smarter people are, the more selfish they tend to be, because smart people always like to think, and the more they think, the more they oppose their preconceived notions.

"Transportation is a big issue. Sistine's eyes shone with wisdom, he pinched his chin, his eyes shining, "As you know, your ...... The territory is in Bell Province, and if you want to sell the things of Bell Province to the ice field, you must travel through half the empire. With all due respect, if you're just selling a little bit of something, there's nothing wrong with that. But if you're selling large quantities, it's hard to hide from them. ”

Wren couldn't stop nodding, yes, Sistin was right. Large-scale transportation does attract attention, but he already has a way. He flicked his fingers and tapped twice on the armrest, his lips slightly furrowed from dryness, "Salmei Mountains!"

Immediately in the Sistine's mind, information appeared about the Salmer Mountains, which ran through the north and south of the continent. With direct access to the Atlantic Ocean in the south and ice sheets to the north, the Salme Mountains are a good choice if you remove all the factors.

"But!", his gaze was piercing, "we are not familiar with the Salmei Mountains, and there are a staggering number of black barbarians in them. ”

"Black barbarian?"

Wren burst out laughing.

"It doesn't exist anymore!"