The Death Knell

It's easy to go downstairs, but it's more troublesome to go up, but Elf No. 4, who has been parasitized by alien larvae, will not become the target of other aliens now, so the journey is very peaceful, even the hunters who were secretly watching him retreated. gone.

Half an hour later, he returned to the bonfire with the dead face-hugger, and the time agreed upon by everyone was almost here. Soon, other people who went to investigate in other directions returned one after another. The whole process went surprisingly smoothly.

Number one said that he found dead animals, and there might be dangers in the spaceship. Number three said that he found some big jars with many identical human beings inside, but he couldn't open them; I didn't find out that walking all the time was like shopping; No. 5 had nothing to say, because he had been guarding the campfire and this meeting point, and the weather was calm.

But at this moment, Elf No. 4 stood up. With a crooked smile, he showed everyone his "prey," which looked like a starfish-shaped creature with a tail.

Although it is a bit slimy, it is not poisonous, and the strength of the mollusk is not weak, so it should be very chewy.

"I found this kind of food, and there is plenty of it!" He seemed to be fighting for the leadership of the player team. After all, one of the five people should have the right to speak, right?

Just like in primitive society, the person who can find food is a cow beer, which is a manifestation of ability, regardless of whether it is because of luck to find food, being able to find food is a skill, and luck is also a kind of strength.

"This thing looks so ugly." No. 1 put down the rifle that was used as a stick in his hand, and poked the soft face-hugging insect with his hand: "Can it really be eaten? We came from under the volcano last round Escaping, the physical exertion is very serious, no matter what kind of existence is behind the scroll, this day of rest has not given us food..."

The implication is that everyone is hungry.

If that scroll didn't appear, they should have turned into wild hunting by now, hunting down "Swallows, and plundering the resources of that world by the way.

But now, everyone is trapped in this weird game world, there is no way to rob, and there is no such delicious food from other worlds.

The Elves of Ain have a high degree of acceptance of parallel universes and different worlds, and their acting style is chaotic and dark. They can be said to be natural candidates for reincarnation.

But they were still too young to think of the crucial connection at all.

Not long ago, the Wild Hunt hunted down Ciri and Geralt. After that, a zombie crisis broke out in their world, and all slaves died, cutting off the possibility of self-sufficiency in the future. National Luck game.

Haven't they thought about the possible connection between these things?

It's too short-sighted and has too little knowledge. Even if such a race can travel through different universes to burn, kill and loot everywhere, the upper limit is so far.

"It's not necessarily bad to be ugly." No. 4 grabbed the rifle that No. 1 picked up. After making a few gestures, he put the face hugger on the muzzle of the gun, and then grilled it near the campfire: "It's like a long time We haven’t seen crabs before, and it’s the first time you’ve seen humans eating that stuff, and you still don’t understand it, but after you try it, you find it’s also delicious.”

His meaning is also very simple, that is to use practice to prove that he was not poisoned to death after being bitten by this thing anyway, which means that at least it is edible, and whether it is good or not is secondary at this time.

No wonder they are picky, these players are all members of the Red Cavalry, the absolute elite of the Ain elves, if it is replaced by a human country in the Middle Ages, then they are equivalent to the master knights of the knights directly under the king them.

In the Middle Ages, how many peasants and slaves were needed to support a knight was all resources piled up.

Moreover, these knights can only fight, and their skills are all on that skill tree. They are usually served by slaves or other elves. If they are asked to cook, they are only limited to the degree of familiarity. .

The rest of the elves were silent, they sniffed, because this ugly looking mob

It doesn't look like much, but when it is roasted on the fire, it exudes a very pure meaty aroma.

It was the sound of protein mixed with fat, sizzling on the flame. Hearing this sound, the few people who had been hungry for a day stopped talking, and looked straight at the curled limbs on the flame. .

Speaking of which, this thing has tentacles and suckers, and it tastes a bit like grilled octopus.

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"Hey, these people are pretty good at eating." Su Ming raised his hand and got a few octopuses for himself. Whatever other people eat, he must be able to eat it: "Adjutant, clean and cut into pieces, put it in the pot .”

The silver-haired girl covered her mouth and smiled. She took the ingredients and began to process them. The sheriff has always been like this. When he sees something good from others, he will want it too. It is the driving force that drives forward.

With the sheriff's wealth and ability, of course he can eat octopus whenever he wants, and he can even catch octopus-like sea monsters from other worlds to eat, but he usually doesn't eat those things at all.

Either eat some convenience food, or eat some gin's Asgard BBQ, and occasionally eat something from a roadside stand or something you can eat around you.

But now seeing the elves grilling facehuggers, and feeling the smell of grilled octopus emanating from the worms, he wanted to eat them too, and it turned into a bigger and better real octopus. Weak creatures compete.

Obviously they are going to die soon...

"Octopus." Ciri held her chin, she drank too much beer, now her stomach is bloated, she needs to rest for a while: "I don't know why I think of crab spiders easily when I see this kind of thing, it's so strange.

Crab spiders are a kind of creature in her hometown. It can be said that they are widely distributed in various places, but although they are called crabs, they often live in forests and are rarely encountered in water.

"Probably because there are too many legs." Su Ming looked at the contestants watching the grilled worms swallowing their saliva, and shook his head with a smile: "This face hugger may only have one kilogram of meat~www.NovelMTL. com~ Dividing five people is definitely not enough, they will definitely want to catch more after eating this one, that's why the adjutant said they are all going to die."

These aliens transformed by genetic technology are very smart, and they must have realized that the elves took away the facehuggers for food, so they did their tricks and waited for the elves to steal the eggs, so as to find more hosts for their offspring.

The face hugger is actually just a medium. If those round eggs are the outer skin of the fruit, then it is the second layer of the fruit shell.

People who have eaten chestnuts may know that a whole chestnut looks like a green shell covered with burrs on the outside, and inside the green shell are petals of brown hard shells, and the inside is the edible part. The fried chestnuts sold in the market only have this layer of brown wooden shell.

When the face-hugger climbs the face, it lays real eggs in the victim's stomach through the mouth. When the larvae hatch, they will eat the host to obtain the first round of nutrition, just like chickens and ducks will eat Like dropping your own eggshell.

These contestants still don't know that the aliens are actually smarter than them. If they hadn't been designated as future hosts, it would be impossible for them to return to the campfire completely...

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