Dean sped up a little, hoping to reach the depths of the Red Wasteland before the night came.
As he went deeper, Dean saw that the ground under his feet was full of desolate and barren black soil. There were no weeds, only bumpy footprints. There were no traces of the wreckage of the old era buildings. It seemed that it had been trampled flat by hundreds of years of wind and frost and the footprints of monsters.
There was a strong smell of blood in the soil, as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time.
Dean saw white bones scattered everywhere on the ground. Some of the bones were extremely huge. The skeleton alone was more than 20 meters long. There was no flesh left on it. Only some birds with strange feathers were perched on the bones as branches to rest on.
Dean didn't dare to fly too high, so as not to provoke a flock of thunderbirds that lived in unknown clouds. This flock of thunderbirds was more terrifying than the legendary monsters on the ground or even the abyss monsters. The lightning emitted by thunderbirds was enough to turn him into ashes in an instant. If the flock of thunderbirds was large enough, even an abyss walker would find it difficult to escape death. This also made the sky a forbidden area.
He flew at a height of about a kilometer, his eyes scanning the ground. Although the Red Wasteland was not comparable to the abyss, there were still many monsters in it that could threaten his life.
Boom, boom, boom.
After flying for more than a dozen miles, Dean heard a rumbling sound coming from the ground in front of him. He saw a monster with a rhinoceros body but an extremely huge body. It walked on the black soil, leaving a series of footprints along the way. With each step it took, the ground trembled slightly.
Dean glanced at the heat source reaction in its body and was slightly shocked. This seemingly cumbersome monster had an unusually high heat source density. It was estimated that its hunting level should be more than 100, comparable to the masters of the Inner Wasteland.
Dean flew straight over its head, but his eyes were always on it to prevent it from throwing stones from the ground. After all, the distance of a kilometer was completely within the perception range of these monsters.
After flying for a long time, Dean saw that the monster was still shaking its body and walking slowly. He knew that it was not interested in him, so he no longer paid attention to it.
After flying for another half an hour, Dean saw two huge monsters fighting in the wilderness. One of the monsters was a giant python more than 30 meters long, but it had a triangular head, sharp scales, and exceptionally strange patterns on its body, like countless eyes. The one fighting with it was a crawling monster, like a lizard and a crocodile, about 10 meters long, and the tip of its tail was like a meteor hammer full of thorns, which was extremely destructive.
The heat source in these two monsters was extremely amazing. Dean recognized their identity. It was recorded in the monster atlas that they were comparable to the peak Pioneers of the Outer Wasteland.
The two monsters were evenly matched, fighting inextricably. Dean hurriedly flew over without stopping. He still watched the battle from the corner of his eyes for a while. When he was about to fly out of his field of vision, he suddenly found that not far from the two monsters, there was a giant centipede-like monster slowly crawling over. The carapace on its back was dark, and it was inconspicuous as it crawled on the black soil.
He seemed to be able to foresee what was going to happen next. There were some feelings in his heart. This kind of thing happened every day in the world outside the giant wall. It had long been the norm. If the whole world was like this, did it mean that this world was like this?
The sun was setting, and the glimmer of dusk shone through the clouds.
Dean was basking in the warm yellow sunlight, flying over a high mountain. He saw the black soil stretching for thousands of meters in front of him, but further away, the sky seemed to be completely dark. There was a huge forest on the ground, crisscrossing left and right, and he could not see the end.
"This is the" Forest of Despair "recorded on the map." Dean saw this scene and slowly slowed down. He knew that he had come to the edge of the depths of the Red Wasteland, and further ahead was the abyss area.
And this "Forest of Despair" was located in the abyss.
The ancestors of the residents inside the giant wall divided the "Forest of Despair" into the abyss area because all the residents who explored the "Forest of Despair" never came back. Therefore, this became the barrier in the depths of the Wasteland guarded by the Wing Family. No one dared to cross this place and go to the seemingly dark and lightless forest.
At the end of the Red Wasteland, where the Dragon Family and the Rock Family suppressed, there was also a dangerous place similar to the "Forest of Despair", which blocked people's exploration. Death divided the Wasteland and the abyss into a distinct ravine.
Dean looked around and gently sniffed. Soon he smelled the smell of the Holy Worm Powder, which was stronger than the smell at the border of the Hunter Area and the Wasteland. He knew that the Wing Family who guarded this place would come here every half a month to draw the border with the Holy Worm Powder. If it was rainy season, the frequency would increase.
This was the border, the safest area in the Red Wasteland.
Dean slowly landed on the hillside. This hillside was full of lush weeds and strange plants, but there were no monsters living here. Only some mindless Walking Dead wandered nearby. However, most of these Walking Dead had mutated many times. Some Walking Dead were slender, four or five meters tall, and the bones of their arms were bent and mutated into strange crescent blades. Some Walking Dead were bloated, and the flesh of their whole body was like tumors, which made people's scalp tingle.
Seeing these Walking Dead wandering foolishly, Dean felt a little sad in his heart, but he quickly shook off the thoughts in his mind and told himself that Aisha was different from them.
He glanced at Aisha beside him. She was still so beautiful, quiet like a virgin. Her purple cheongsam fluttered, with a kind of classical oriental beauty. He looked at those Walking Dead again, and his heart soon felt comfortable, because the difference between the two was really different!
He used the Dragon Blood Technique to control the heartbeat and reduce the heat source in his body to the minimum. Then he found a relatively clean rock, pulled out a lot of weeds and spread them on it. Then he sat down with Aisha. He took out the Walking Dead Powder from his backpack and sprinkled it around. These Walking Dead Powder were made of the most advanced Walking Dead Bone Powder, including the head of the King of Corpses that bit Aisha and the body of the King of Corpses that the Dragon Family carried back to the Giant Wall.
After the arrangement, Dean sat comfortably next to Haisha, quietly watching the sunset reflecting the rainbow on the horizon. The cold wind in the wilderness blew past them. In the distance, there were scattered figures of wandering Undeads. These Undeads were far away and did not notice Dean.
Dean looked up at the sunset, quietly watching it move down little by little. There was a bit of a good feeling in his heart. If the surrounding environment was a little better, he felt that he would be happier, just like a honeymoon trip between couples.
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up. He took a small book and a pen from his backpack and recorded the scene. The time was the first day after leaving the Giant Wall, evening, dusk.
He took out a small camera that he had specially made and took a photo with Aisha against the sunset.
After doing this, he was in a better mood. After putting away the camera, he took out food and water to eat. At the same time, he fed Aisha a sealed fresh beef.
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