What appeared before the gunsmith was the source of the rancid stench, the fish. They lay in twos and threes on the mud floor, reeking of corpses. Of course, it is impossible for a fish to stand in the first place, let alone a dead fish.

The gunsmith observed that this small piece of land was less than a hundred square meters, and it was obviously higher than the surrounding terrain, and he wondered why there were fish dying in such a place, and there were quite a few of them, and these tropical fish were of different species, and the scattered ones might add up to more than thirty or forty.

At first, he thought that the local aborigines did it, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not like it, how could humans go to great lengths to catch fish, not eat or raise, but throw them on the ground to rot and stink? Then he wondered if it was some kind of animal that did it, but soon found that it was even more impossible, and the animals did not use fishing nets and hooks, and they would more or less leave scars on the fish, but the condition of these fish in front of him seemed to be ......

A thought crossed the gunsmith's mind, and he immediately walked over to a nearby tree, and looked at the trunk closely, and sure enough, there were water marks, and it was not yet dry, and the lower part of the tree should have been soaked in water, that is, not long ago, it was a river or a pond, and the muddy mud under his feet also showed this.

Well, the reason why these fish will die in front of them is that the water level here dropped by several meters in an instant a few hours ago, and they don't even have time to swim away. But this is obviously a high ground, and if the water level has ever been so high, shouldn't the surrounding area be submerged?

The gunsmith walked downhill and inspected the surrounding trees again, and the exposed parts of the trunks were the same color, only the bottom roots were soaked in water. In this way, there is only one explanation for this strange phenomenon in front of me, it is not that the water level has changed, but that the ground suddenly rises on its own.

I didn't feel the earthquake, but there was a huge ancient beast under the ground that turned over? Are you kidding?

The gunsmith's curiosity is very heavy, and the inventor has basically had this problem since he was a child, and once he discovers something strange, he will not go to find out, it will be uncomfortable.

It was noon, and it was supposed to be a meal break, but the gunsmith would not have an appetite to eat until he solved the mystery. So he thought of a very direct way, digging.

He took something out of his backpack and made himself a makeshift glove out of two pieces of cloth, which he didn't need to do with his fingers apart anyway, so he simply fastened the two cloth covers with a harness just to keep the mud from getting into his nails, and then he did it with his bare hands.

The mud was soaked in the water, and it took little effort to dig it up, and the gunsmith's action was like a dog digging a hole, and he dug it so fast that soon the whole person was in the pit.

In order to prevent being buried by the slippery mud when he was working underneath, the gunsmith did not dare to dig a straight up and down well, the pit he dug was a funnel-shaped, keeping the top wide and the bottom narrow, and every time he dug a meter or two deeper, he had to come back and expand the opening, so the amount of labor went up, but he was not a normal human anyway, and he was not too tired to do this work.

Just as the gunsmith was beginning to think that it was a bit foolish to do such a in the wilderness for an indefinite deduction, he went down with one paw and struck a very hard object, and his fingers were shaken to the core.

"Stones, please, don't be stones. The gunsmith muttered to himself, parting the last layer of dirt and seeing what he wanted to see most.

It was indeed not stone, but metal.

"Hahaha!" the gunsmith laughed maniacally, and for a moment, he felt like he had dug up an alien spaceship.

After digging through more earth, the gunsmith gradually dismissed the speculation, as he had an even more unbelievable idea that there was a metal pyramid beneath the swamp.

This plateau, or this pond, was above the spire, and for some unknown reason the buildings below had risen, causing the ground to rise, and if it were not a swamp above, the ground might not have risen but cracked.

The gunsmith soon stopped digging, and it was impossible to predict what kind of behemoth was under the spire, perhaps the size of a city below, and the vertical height of the spire to the ground was so high that he might not reach the end for several kilometers if he had dug down the slope outside.

He stepped on the metal and leaped back to the ground. I lit a fire, roasted two beaver rats that I had caught yesterday, and while eating, I wondered what to do next.

The more reliable way is to refill the pit and have a chance to bring an engineering team back in the future, but the gunsmith has always been an unreliable man, and he can't wait to know what is down here, when it was buried, and why it has only recently been raised......

The deeper I thought, the more the gunsmith's curiosity burned, since I came here today, it was a chance, if I missed the opportunity, it is difficult to say whether I will be able to find the position of this spire again in the future. There is no compass in this place, and the terrain is extremely complex and changeable, so it can be said that there is no such shop in this village.

He filled his stomach, the original escape plan was completely thrown out of the clouds, now is not the time to think about a meal and a night, in this jungle that human civilization cannot reach, there is a huge amount of metal buried deep in the ground, how can the gunsmith sit idly by.

He checked his bag, put it on his back, then took out the bone gun, pointed it at the metal spire under the pit, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The sound of the bone gun is slightly different from the sound of the general pistol, the sound is more muffled, and the bullet shot by the bone gun is similar to a highly condensed energy block, when it touches the target it hits, it will change its own energy according to the structure and strength of the target, so the harder the object is shot with the bone gun, the greater the power and energy generated. For example, if you hit a person's body, the power is similar to that of a normal bullet, but if you hit steel, the power will increase to the level of an armor-piercing bullet, and if you hit a diamond, the overflowing energy may cause an explosion.

Of course, surfaces or media with breakdown strength that even ordinary bullets cannot resist will not trigger this energy transition, such as water, air, chemical fibers on the surface of body armor, and so on. This is a gunsmith's unique weapon, and the Empire has not acquired this technology.

The gunsmith didn't think it would be too difficult to shoot through the metal, and he estimated that something of this magnitude could not be harder than a diamond. His estimate was correct, the spire was not as hard as a diamond, but judging from the results of the shooting, it was not much worse.

The small bullet hit the metal spire more than ten meters underground, and the power produced was like a C4 explosion, and the air wave directly lifted the gunsmith away, and he was not mentally prepared, and finally hung on a tree in the distance like a monkey.