Picking up a piece of flesh material, the Ground Walker wandered to the south of the swamp, trying to find food or other flesh material.

The swamps covered in dense fog and the trees that grow relatively tall are all visually white, and the trees that are some distance from the ground are not visible at a slightly greater distance.

The ground line can rely on the fluctuation perception to get the vision.

But......

The living creatures that can be found are really pitiful.

The living creature that was more than half a meter long could not be found except for the creature he had named the "Tail-clawed Lizard Snake" just now.

The biggest living creature is probably the onomatopoeia that he can spot from time to time.

The biological resources of this swamp are really few and abnormal.

If you want to establish a stronghold here, then it is best to choose some herbivorous dinosaur materials as a base for guarding.

Or......

Dixing's head turned, a blood-colored glimmer lingered in his eyes, and a pair of reddish oval pupils dilated and contracted, actively controlling and adjusting his vision.

The existence of blood energy allows the earth to control every part of the body more precisely.

Even things like actively lowering one's hearing can be done.

His gaze swept over the clumps of low grass and dead leaves.

Integrate the species tag of swamp worms into the feeder-related tags, expand the tag that can eat swamp worms, or breed tricyclic earthworms?

If you have a lot of carnivorous guards, then food is something that must be considered.

Theoretically, there are a lot of plants in this area.

Even though the swamp is dangerous, full of worms with the energy of the death attribute, isn't there any other creature in this world that can eat them?

However, it is true, to tell the truth, the creature he named the swamp worm did not taste good, and it made him feel uncomfortable to eat it, and tried to feed the swamp worm to an onomatopoeia rat that he had caught, and the onomatopoeia rat quickly burped.

Speaking of which, the ecological niche of the onomatopoeia rat is a predator, and in this area surrounded by swamps, what kind of meat does it eat to survive?

Tricyclic earthworms?

As far as the living creatures that can be found on the earth are concerned, this is the only one that fits.

However, the question is, the tricyclic earthworm lives in the soil, and there is no hole in the label of the onomatopoeia mouse, why can the tricyclic earthworm be used as the main food?

In the world of the previous life, earthworms were the staple food, that is, moles or blunt-tailed two-headed snakes and the like, which more or less had the ability to dig holes.

And the onomatopoeia mouse doesn't dig up the relevant tags.

Could it be that this onomatopoeia rat relies on sound to attract tricyclic earthworms and then hunt them?

Thoughts flickered, and the earth walked forward, moving towards a fierce roar, as if some great beast was roaring.

Other creatures, including some small predators, might flinch at the sound, but it was clear that there were no large predators in the swamp island area other than the black-scaled kobolds and the lizards with huge teeth.

This kind of voice has instead become its death-seeking behavior by exposing its own coordinates.

......

Soon, Dixing came to the vicinity of his destination, and relying on his fluctuating perception, he began to search for the location of the onomatopoeia mouse.

Although the dense fog brought moist air and made his eyeballs not dry, but, perhaps because of the suspected death attribute energy component in the fog, his eyes were still a little uncomfortable when exposed to the dense fog, comparable to the corrosive smell of the black-scaled bird-faced dragon and the black-scaled kobold that made his nose feel spicy pain.

The instantaneous membrane blinking was much more frequent than usual, and even after a while, he had to close his eyes completely, relying only on his senses such as wave perception and hearing to perceive his surroundings.

Fortunately, the perception of fluctuations, in this kind of weather with low visibility, is stronger than the other senses.

Soon, he found the onomatopoeia.

If it was usual, when he got close enough to three or four hundred meters so that he could visually detect his distance, he would stop onomatopoeia and go into hiding.

However, the existence of this dense fog also reduces the perception of onomatopoeia.

When the earth walked closer to less than a hundred meters from it, it still let out a roar from time to time—

It was another roar, as if two ferocious beasts were at war.

There are so many plays.

Confirming the position of the onomatopoeia mouse, the slender and sturdy hind limbs of the earth were quickly lifted, and the claws of the feet brought up dirt and dead leaves, and in the dense fog, a blood-colored shimmer trail was raised, and pounced in the direction of the sound.

His speed was not the fastest, after all, it was really possible that two large beasts were fighting each other.

He can turn around and flee at any time.

And it turned out to be an onomatopoeia mouse, and his fluctuating perception clearly captured the life outline of the onomatopoeia mouse.

That faint vitality is even less than the tail-clawed lizard snake encountered before.

It was also smaller than the onomatopoeia rats he had captured and eaten.

A sub-adult or small individual.

Although the pure visual visibility was less than fifty meters and only about thirty meters, when he got closer to a distance of about fifty meters, the onomatopoeia seemed to have spotted him as well, and suddenly stopped roaring, and immediately turned and fled.

However, Di Xing's body accelerated again, reaching its own limit speed, and in close to three seconds, his body drew a blood-colored trajectory, catching up with the onomatopoeia rat that had only run about ten meters.

The fangs and teeth pierced directly through the body of the onomatopoeia.

"Roar!!

Between life and death, the onomatopoeia also tries to scare away him, the predator, by making loud noises.

But......

The blood light floated, the fangs closed, and the life of the onomatopoeia came to an end in an instant.

The bloody fangs opened and closed again, and after the sharp teeth of the same type had punctured a few more rows of tears in the onomatopoeia's corpse, he craned his neck and swallowed the onomatopoeia into his abdomen.

The moment he swallowed the food into his stomach, he felt that the blood energy in his body fluctuated, as if it was speeding up the digestion and transformation of food.

And at this moment, his movements suddenly stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked in the direction of the crypt stronghold.

......

At the same time, in the dark and deep underground, the swamp kobolds are also active.

Squad after squad of swamp kobolds, clenching their weapons, began to move quietly and cautiously in the direction of each of the three crypt exits.

Each of the three swamp kobolds was extremely alert.

Although, as leader Demos had said, the bone-eating fog had arrived, and the long ears would not appear at this time, they were still worried about their safety.

It's just that they can't help it, they also need food, and they can't stay in the tribe all the time without coming out.