Zerg Baby Breeding Manual

When Gu Qing and No. 46 arrived at the western battlefield together, a battle had just ended.The smell of burnt corpses and blood remained in the air, and there were sandstones and body fragments all around, including alien beasts and Zerg.

Some orange dots were cleaning up the battlefield, and No. 46 told Gu Qing that these were mild-tempered members of the Shisha tribe, and their mental power was relatively low.

The other cleaners entered the assembly point soon after getting off the car. No. 46 asked the watchman in front of the assembly point: "What happened just now?"

"You came at the right time. The warriors in the tribe rioted, which gave the strange beasts a chance to attack." The watchman is a big orange bug, very tall, about 46 meters high, and the shadow cast by it can kill Gu Qing and No. [-]. Cover it all up.

His voice was very low, like the sound of thick wood falling on the snow: "Now they are all solved."

"They?" Number 46 couldn't help asking.

"Those strange beasts," the watchman seemed a little happy, "the king finished them all, just two strokes." He waved his giant scythe like a praying mantis, like a person putting his hand back and forth in front of others With a shake, "The beast becomes two halves."

"Is the king still in the tribe?" Gu Qing asked.

"I just came back from a trip, and I should be outside now." The watchman said, "Maybe you can see him when you go to clean up."

The captain of the cleaners told everyone that there is no need to do the work of moving the alien animals now. The soldiers of the Shisha tribe are responsible for those. Their most urgent task is to spread the pollen again, and now they have to set off immediately.

"Then aren't we going to work with soldiers from the Shisha Tribe?" Someone immediately raised his hand and said, "Isn't this too unsafe?"

As soon as he said this, the people who changed their work clothes at the gathering place talked a lot, and several different languages ​​flew around in the crowd.About a minute later, the captain stood on a small stool and made a "stop" gesture to everyone.

Everyone immediately quieted down.

"About this point, I also have the same doubts. We have just communicated with the acting king of the Sand-eating Tribe. The soldiers selected this time are all soldiers who have been appeased by the worm mother, and the king will also be present. Please don't worry. "

This passage eased the atmosphere at the gathering place.

Immediately afterwards, a sentence flew obliquely from the corner: "But I heard that Wang's mental power is not stable."

The captain didn't catch the person who said this, he paused, looked around, and finally said: "If anyone still has objections, you can leave immediately. If you don't go this time, I don't think you will use it in the future!"

Silent.

No one spoke, no one moved.

The team departs and the work begins.

Everyone realized one thing when they pollinated: this time the corpse was fresh, completely fresh, and it seemed to be emitting a slight heat.The number of corpses is beyond imagination, and most of the sections are neat and smooth, looking as if they were cut off by a sharp weapon, with the same style.

It's all the handwriting of one person.

This speculation made the cleaners who were used to seeing corpses feel awe and fear at the same time.They were always silent when they were working, but now they were doubly silent. The battlefield was extremely quiet for a while, and everyone was carefully advancing the pollen transmission line.

There is only one exception.

Gu Qing walked around the sand-eating soldiers who were busy carrying the corpses. From the moment he came here, there was a vague spiritual force that had been attracting him.The closer he got to a certain direction, the spiritual force became tighter and tighter like a thread, prompting him to take a step forward and run straight towards the point where the thread was drawn.

There are more and more animal carcasses that come into view, piled up like a mountain, and the blood is flowing and winding under the feet. This is a remote place. Some corpses have not been collected and burned. After many days, they have turned into white bones, stained with hot blood, and the blood is on the skull. Bit by bit, it is gorgeous, but it can't help but make people feel a little chilly behind.

"Sand", "sand", "sand".

People who walk are not walking very fast, every time they take a step, they step on the blood of the corpse, and there is such a sound.

His footsteps are not heavy, but they are quite regular, he wanders but does not linger, and every time he decides on the direction, he keeps moving forward.

The footsteps stopped.

There is no way to go ahead, piles of corpses piled up to form a high mountain, the knife-wielding man looks back, his pupils are like a sea of ​​blood, fierce like fire, extremely evil.

"Gu Nian...is that you?"

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I'm so short 5555

If there is a chance, I will make up a more in this chapter!Recently, professional classes are really busy, so I want to die qaq