Noon.
The warm sun shone on the ground, and the entire forest exuded a strong vitality. However, the camp of the natives was filled with blood and death.
The fire had just been extinguished, and the surviving natives started to cry. It was not just the women and children. Even some adult men were shedding tears of fear.
Everything had happened too suddenly.
The enemies in front of them had suddenly appeared like ghosts. First, they had used unknown weapons to break through the fence. Then, there had been a bloody massacre. They did not know how many people had died in this invasion. The only thing they could confirm was that this place had been destroyed.
The fire had burned down nearly half of the houses in the camp. Some black charred corpses could be seen everywhere. They had been one step too slow and had been buried in the sea of fire. They had not even had the chance to be captured.
Everyone's weapons had been cleared, and their food and resources had been moved to one side. This was a huge camp. Although the fire had burned a portion of the resources, the remaining amount was also a shocking number.
The smell of blood spread nearby, and some wild beasts became restless. They wandered around in the surroundings, eager to try and get a share of the loot.
However, wild beasts had sharp senses. In addition to food, they also felt a strong murderous intent in the camp. This forced them to stop in their tracks. They only dared to look inside and did not dare to take a step forward.
In a spacious open space, there was a black mass of human heads.
The natives were separated according to gender. Ropes were tied around the hands of men and women, and they had lost the chance to escape. It was very difficult to find an old native among these people.
In such a harsh environment, being old meant that they would not be able to work and hunt. In addition to dying of illness, some people were even intentionally driven to the wild to fend for themselves. However, it was simply a pipe dream for old people to want to survive in the wild. This meant that they had no other choice but to die.
A low-leveled civilization.
Chen Feng stood at the side and looked at the captives in front of him. Some thoughts flashed in his mind. These were all slaves. They would give up their labor, time, and even their lives for the construction of the economic zone.
In addition, a figure entered Chen Feng's line of sight.
Zhang Jianxiong was a talent.
This was an interesting discovery.
Lu Wei was still lacking. No matter how much his strength had risen in a short period of time, there were still many things that he had to learn.
However, Zhang Jianxiong was different. Compared to Stop, who was devoted to research, this subordinate who had followed him halfway had extremely strong executive abilities. He was like a loyal dog that would carry out all the orders of his master. Although this comparison was a little unpleasant, it was extremely appropriate.
Half of the credit for this battle could be attributed to Zhang Jianxiong. When the slaughter began, he didn't choose to stop because of the casualties. Instead, he persisted in his orders and went on a killing spree. This caused the natives' courage to begin to crumble, establishing their victory.
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Chen Feng glanced at the other party indifferently. This time, when he returned, he would give the other party some authority appropriately. Even more so, compared to Wei Xun's somewhat rash way of leading his troops, this experienced underworld leader was more astute and intelligent.
"My Lord."
At this time, a soldier came over with a list of names.
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"Start reading," Chen Feng said calmly.
Although Chen Feng had just merged with the power of faith of the monster, there was still a murderous aura around him. The soldier was a little scared, but he still mustered up his courage and said, "This time, we killed 267 enemies and captured 736 people. In addition, 27 of our people died, and 43 of our people were slightly injured. Some of the injured have been sent for treatment."
Death was inevitable.
There were too many variables on the battlefield.
Although Chen Feng had prepared a lot of things for this battle, and even took out the Magical Crystal Cannons, the natives were still residents of this place, and some of the warriors still fell for their traps and throws.
Twenty-seven people lost their lives.
It could be considered the most tragic loss of life since the battle at the Economic Development Zone.
Chen Feng's complexion was not very good. These were all elite soldiers. One death was one less. Clearly, even his mood was affected. He could not help but become irritable.
"Bring them back to the camp. Kill any troublemakers!"
Killing intent!
Chen Feng's order was not a joke!
A group of warriors rushed out and chased the natives away. Everything here no longer had anything to do with them. Their weapons, their status, and even their wives and children no longer belonged to them. These people only had one identity, and that was Chen Feng's slaves.
The crying became louder again.
When they were driven away from their homes, the natives began to cry loudly. They clearly had a premonition that they would never be able to return to their homes. This was clearly a sad thing.
There were no weaklings in war.
This was just a collision between two civilizations.
The winner would get everything, and the loser would lose everything.
Looking at the dilapidated camp behind him.
Chen Feng turned around and looked at the long line of slaves again. The corners of his mouth curled up into a victorious smile.
These natives were strangely strong. Their broad palms were even twice that of an adult. What did this mean? They could carry heavier tools and materials. Once they were put to use, they were clearly the most complete slaves for building.
With the cooperation of the natives and the goblins, it would not take long for the economic zone to be completely new. The buildings that only existed in concepts in the past could also be implemented.
The insect tide was like a stone pressing down on Chen Feng's chest. Before the disaster arrived, he had to gather all his strength to build a fortress. Only then could he prevent the disaster from coming.
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Ten days.
The supplies within a radius of 30 miles had been removed. In the economic zone, the dried food alone filled three long streets. In addition, nearly 20 tons of ores had been excavated.
If it was just an ordinary person, this was obviously an impossible task. However, with the help of professionals, all this did not seem as difficult as imagined.
In the later stage, the necromancers even converted a group of skeleton warriors to be used for transportation.
The dead natives provided a large amount of raw materials. The two-meter-tall skeleton warriors displayed amazing explosive power. At the same time, a skeleton was completely comparable to three ordinary people.
Under this temptation, Chen Feng even wanted to kill all the natives and train them into skeletons.
In addition, after slaughtering the natives' camp, Chen Feng found three more strongholds. However, compared to the previous one, these strongholds had fewer people. After a series of battles, they provided Chen Feng with more than 1,200 slaves. This indicated that the number of slaves in his hands was about to exceed 2,000.
In the smaller natives' camps, there were no statues of gods to worship. Obviously, Chen Feng's plan to devour faith again could only fail helplessly.
Ten days.
No matter how good this place was, it was time to leave.
Although the necromancers predicted a time of 15 days, Chen Feng's cautious character did not allow anything to be stuck in such a hurry.
After plundering these few days, the supplies they had obtained were enough for the survivors in the economic zone to eat for a long time. If they wasted more time, it would only be icing on the cake. It was far from being a timely help.
One must know how to be content with what one has.
Of course, in addition to this, Chen Feng also had a plan to take refuge.
He had devoured the clone of a powerhouse and even integrated all the power of faith in it. This was no different from killing the other party.
It was a hatred that would not end until one of them died.
Once the other party came to find him, with Chen Feng's current strength, no matter how many people there were, they would only be sending their heads to him.
Existences above the legendary level could no longer be regarded with conventional understanding. In the Abyss, they were the preparatory forces of the Evil God. With some achievements and brains, they could be great existences who could create a divine kingdom at any time.
Now, taking advantage of the fact that it was still early and the other party was not on guard, he left early. This might reduce some unnecessary trouble.
Go home!
After hearing the news, the happiest were the ordinary warriors. The environment here was good, the food was abundant, and even if they fought, they had excellent weapons. The safety factor was greatly increased.
However, compared to the human world, this was after all an unknown plane.
They did not belong here. Whether it was culture or body, they were incompatible with everything here. At this time, when they knew that they could finally go home, most of them began to cheer. Obviously, they were homesick.
Apart from this, some people started packing their bags full of loot. This was not a case of embezzlement. Chen Feng had once promised that everyone would be allowed to take 2% of the loot. Not long ago, Chen Feng had fulfilled his promise.
Although express delivery services were opened and could be the first to deliver these supplies to the warriors' families, most of the warriors still chose to carry them on their backs.
Return home in glory.
For the warriors, their thoughts were simple. They wanted to live and then personally put the supplies in the hands of their families.
This world began to become simple.
Compared to the era of peace, where there was mutual deception and business competition, and the struggle for official career, most humans really did not have the time to think about these things in the apocalypse.
Everyone's thoughts were simple. Live, live well.
From the initial despair to now there was hope. This was a feeling that was difficult to describe with words. Ironically, the one who brought hope to people was Chen Feng, who was in a dark corner.
Humans in the apocalypse were like a group of slugs.
Although the sun was good, the hot temperature would evaporate their blood and turn them into dried corpses. Compared to the sun, the so-called darkness might be more suitable for them.
Light and darkness.
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