This was an unfamiliar plane.
There were towering trees more than 20 meters tall, mountains floating in the sky, colorful rainforests full of strange plants, and various animals and plants that emitted light at night. It was like a fantasy garden in a dream.
It was as if there were demons living in the sea of blood.
There were humans living in the steel jungle.
There were also some natives living in this beautiful environment.
Looking at the corpse in the pool of blood, Chen Feng's eyes were deep. He was obviously thinking about something. The other party's feet were very big and were full of calluses. It was obvious that they had long been used to the jungle environment. They didn't even need shoes to travel freely around here.
Their skin was gray. In the dark night, it was difficult to find their whereabouts with the naked eye. Their necks were very long. In the eyes of humans, it was even uncoordinated. However, their noses were very big, like the noses of lions. Perhaps their sense of smell had also been strengthened.
In addition, there was a weapon beside him. It was a javelin. The handle was carved from wood, and the tip was polished stone.
Chen Feng picked up the javelin and gently threw it on the ground. The hard ground was pierced like tofu.
It was very sharp!
Chen Feng's pupils shrank into a thin line.
Fighting in the jungle was different from fighting on the ground.
As natives living here, these people obviously had a stronger innate advantage. However, what was their purpose here? Was it purely to look around or to scout?
Chen Feng's ears trembled slightly, and he suddenly looked to the side.
He heard a little movement.
It was very small.
However, it was obviously the sound of the weeds under his feet being touched.
A whip was directly thrown over, and flames broke through the dark night. Then, there was a scream. A living native was directly tied up in front of Chen Feng.
"* & amp …"
This was a living native. There was an obvious gunshot wound on his right leg, which caused him to be unable to walk far. The other party was speaking some native language, but he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.
Torture?
Chen Feng had the Demon Horn, and his perception could indeed torture the other party to get some information.
However, this was too slow. No one knew if what the native said was true. For Chen Feng, he had a better way.
The Necromancer appeared in the middle of the crowd.
After being familiar with Chen Feng's summoner ability, the surrounding warriors didn't show any strange expressions. However, some people curiously looked at the skull face under the cloak.
"Let's begin."
Following Chen Feng's order, the Necromancer raised the scepter and in the next second, it actually pierced through the neck of the native.
The white bone scepter instantly pierced through the native's neck. Kacha! The native's corpse collapsed to the ground along with a putrid spurt of blood. The native's face was still filled with fear and desire for life.
Facing this scene.
Chen Feng merely stood there expressionlessly, as if what had died in front of him was merely a mouse or an insect. None of this caused him any discomfort.
He obeyed the law of the forest.
. The vast plane was a dark forest. There were too many hunters living here. Just like in the human plane, when they were discovered by insects and monsters, the other party would react immediately and kill most of the humans. Here, Chen Feng and the native's identity were the same.
Unknown creatures were hell, an eternal threat. Any existence that posed a little danger to oneself should be explored. If necessary, one wouldn't hesitate to kill.
Since ancient times, there had never been a force that relied on kindness to win a battle. To win a battle and seize the initiative, one had to rely on killing and conquering.
It was very cruel.
But this was reality.
Although he could summon the Demon Horn to communicate with the other party, Chen Feng didn't believe in his ears. He only believed in his eyes.
"Wuuu …"
Not long after, a painful roar came from the native's body. This sound was sharp and hoarse. Some warriors couldn't bear this noise and covered their ears.
A ghost appeared.
Necromancers had mastered mysterious black magic. In the blink of an eye, they refined a living being into a ghost.
The death was too tragic. The ghost was born with the attributes of curses and resentment. It glared at everyone around it, giving people the illusion that it would pounce on them at any moment.
"Bang!"
There was a soft sound.
The ghost suddenly exploded in the next second. Then, some memory fragments of its life began to replay. The surrounding people looked as if they were watching a silent movie. Their faces were filled with surprise.
Through detonating the soul, they could search the memories of the other party. This was a technique necromancers were good at.
However, these memories were only fragments, and many scenes flashed by. At this time, Chen Feng stood at the side and carefully observed everything in front of him.
Some useful fragments were filtered out.
In a swamp.
A group of natives that looked the same.
They were lying on the ground, as if waiting for something. After a while, two warriors walked over. They were in charge of the daily patrol. Unfortunately, they walked into an ambush. The natives appeared and a javelin pierced through the warriors' chests. They didn't even have time to call for help before they were dragged into the depths of the forest.
In the past few days.
In addition to the dead, some warriors went missing. Obviously, they had met with misfortune.
A cold light appeared in Chen Feng's eyes.
His memories changed once more. In a tribal stronghold, there were several hundred strange-looking natives living here. Their faces were smeared with mud, and in front of them was an old man with a bent back. He was past his prime, and the wrinkles on his face were like tree bark.
These people were dressed very brightly, as if they were worshipping something. The figure of the warrior appeared again, but now, it was a bloody mess. It was obvious that he had been beaten and tortured.
The last scene was the old native using a knife to cut open the neck of the warrior. Blood flowed on the ground, and the surrounding people raised their arms. They were abnormally excited and violent.
Then, the scene ended.
It was very depressing. Some of the warriors even clenched their fists. They had also seen the scene just now.
Their companions were brutally killed by these natives. No one knew what kind of fear and torture their companions had suffered at the last moment.
Chen Feng frowned. He was recalling everything he had seen just now.
Through the memory, he found that the environment of the other party's camp was very dirty. In some perspectives, there were even large amounts of feces on the ground. Men, women, and children stepped on the ground barefoot, but there was no discomfort on their faces. In addition, the houses were very low, as if they were made of weeds and trees. However, the fences outside were very sturdy. They were all made of thick logs. Even huge beasts couldn't break through them directly.
These scenes gave people a feeling of desolation.
It was like a primitive tribe that didn't even have a proper civilization.
Chaos, killing, filth, and chaos.
Everything here was so primitive and desolate.
However, all this wasn't what Chen Feng cared about. What he cared about was the other party's attitude. His soldiers had been killed, and the culprits were these unfamiliar natives.
They seemed to be worshipping something. There was a detail where an aged native that seemed to be worshipping something was muttering while cutting the neck of a warrior. Behind the aged native was an insolent and perverse statue. However, all this was too vague. Chen Feng couldn't get a clear picture of it.
The true goal of these natives was no longer important.
The important thing was that they had provoked Chen Feng.
His soldiers had been captured and killed for no reason. For Chen Feng, this was undoubtedly a declaration of war.
Chen Feng wouldn't sit and wait for death. He also didn't plan to give these natives another chance to attack. Nipping all dangers in the bud was his life's principle.
Chen Feng condensed a flaming longsword in his hand. He raised it high. First, he glanced at the surrounding warriors. Then, he said loudly, "Our companions have been killed. This is simply a provocation!
"Do you want to cowardly accept this fact? Or do you want to follow me and destroy the enemy's camp to avenge your fallen companions?"
Waves of resounding voice hit the hearts of the warriors.
Everyone's face and ears were red. Even the veins in their eyes appeared. After a series of battles, they had already transformed. They were no longer the yes-men of the past. They were real warriors who dared to fight monsters, fight with insects, and cut off the heads of zombies with their bare hands.
Blades, weapons, professionals, magic crystal cannons.
With such an advantage, how could these people swallow their anger? Without hesitation, all of them raised their arms. Almost at the same time, they shouted, "Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
"Revenge!"
A horrifying murderous vibe emerged from the warrior's body. At this time, even the surrounding forest was filled with a thick murderous vibe. Some of the beasts felt all of this and ran away in a panic.
Chen Feng put down the longsword in his hand. His face was almost like a piece of stone. It was terrifyingly gloomy.
People needed to control their own fate in their own hands. It was the same in the face of war. He still needed to stay here for a while. If he just accepted the reality, it would inevitably encourage the enemy's arrogance.
Revenge!
Just like the beasts before, any enemy that posed a threat to him should be eliminated.
Even more, Chen Feng had some other plans.
These natives were obviously stronger than ordinary humans. Now that the economic zone and the east side of the bridge were being rebuilt, there was a need for manpower everywhere. If he could capture these natives, it would obviously speed up the construction.
Moreover, there was no need to talk about human rights when dealing with these prisoners. Their only value was work!
Revenge begins!
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