The Abyss Summoner of the Last Days

This is a strange plane.

The towering giant trees of more than twenty meters, the mountains floating in the sky, the lush rain forests full of strange plants, and various plants and animals will emit light at night, just like the fantasy garden in dreams.

It's like the devil lives in the sea of ​​blood.

Humans live in the steel jungle.

In this beautiful environment, there are also some indigenous peoples.

Looking at the corpse lying in the pool of blood, Chen Feng's eyes were deep, apparently thinking about something, the other person's feet were large, and the calluses were covered with it. Obviously, they were already accustomed to the environment of this jungle, even without shoes. You can shuttle freely around here.

Their skin is gray. In the dark, it is difficult to find their whereabouts only with the naked eye. The neck is very long. Looking at it with human eyes, it is even inconsistent, but the nose is large, like the nose of a lion. Maybe, they Your sense of smell has also been strengthened.

In addition, beside him, there is a weapon, a [Javelin], the handle is carved from wood, and the top is a polished stone.

Chen Feng picked up the javelin and threw it gently on the ground. The hard ground was like tofu, but was pierced directly.

Very sharp!

Chen Feng's pupils shrank into a thin line.

Jungle warfare and bottom combat are different.

As the indigenous people living here, these [people] obviously have a stronger innate advantage, but there is only one point. What is the purpose of their coming here, just to look around, or to step on the point?

Chen Feng's ears trembled slightly, his eyes suddenly looked aside.

He heard a little movement.

Minimal.

But it was clearly the sound of the weeds under the feet being touched.

A whip fluttered directly, the flame broke the dark night, and then a scream, a living indigenous was directly tied to Chen Feng.

"* & Amp ..."

This is a living Aboriginal man. There was a gunshot wound on his right leg, which caused him to be unable to go far. The other party spoke some Aboriginal languages, but he didn't hear what they said.

Torture?

Chen Feng has the Devil Horn, and his perception ability can indeed interrogate the other party to get some information.

However, this efficiency is too slow, and no one knows whether the indigenous people are right. For Chen Feng, he has a better way.

The undead mage appeared in the middle of the crowd.

Familiar with the ability of Chen Feng's summoner, the soldiers around him did not show any different expressions, just some people, but curiously looked at the skull face under the cloak.

"let's start."

With Chen Feng's order, the undead mage raised his scepter, and the next second, it penetrated the indigenous neck.

The Bone Scepter pierced the neck of the indigenous people, and only heard a click, accompanied by the gush of blood, the indigenous body collapsed to the ground, and there was still a trace of fear and opposition to the surrounding face. The thirst for life.

Face this picture.

Chen Feng just stood on the ground with no expression, as if it was only a mouse and an insect that had died in front of him, which could not cause him any discomfort.

He obeys the law of the forest.

The expansive plane is a dark jungle. There are too many hunters here, just like human planes. They are found by bugs and monsters. The other party reacts immediately, and most of the humans are killed. And here, Chen Feng's identity with the indigenous people is the same.

The unknown creature is hell, which is an eternal threat. Any existence that creates a little danger to yourself should explore the secret, and if necessary, kill the killer.

Throughout the ages, no force has relied on [goodness] to win a battlefield, to win a war, to occupy the initiative, and to rely on killing and conquest.

This is cruel.

But this is reality.

Although he can summon the demon horns to communicate with each other, Chen Feng does not believe in his ears, he only believes in his eyes.

"Woohoo ..."

Before long, a painful roar came from the body of the indigenous people. The sound was sharp and hoarse, and some soldiers could not bear the noise and covered their ears.

A ghost appeared.

The undead mage has mastered the magic of black magic, but it takes only a moment's effort to make a living life into a ghost.

Death is too miserable, and the ghost is born full of cursing and resentment properties. It looks at everyone around him fiercely, giving the illusion that it will immediately fall.

"boom!"

A soft sound.

The ghost exploded suddenly in the next second, and then, some memory fragments of life began to repeat itself, and people around were astonished as if watching a silent movie.

By detonating the soul and exploring the memory of the other side, this is a good way for the undead mage to use.

However, these memories are just a few fragments, and many pictures flashed across. At this time, Chen Feng stood side by side intently, staring at everything in front of him.

Some useful snippets were screened out.

A swamp.

A group of indigenous people with the same appearance.

They were lying on the ground, as if waiting for something. After a while, the two soldiers came over. They were responsible for the daily inspection. Unfortunately, they entered the ambush circle, the indigenous people appeared, and the javelin penetrated the soldier's chest. Even before asking for help, he was dragged directly into the deep forest.

For a few days.

In addition to the war dead, there are also some soldiers who have disappeared strangely. Obviously, they have encountered unexpected events.

A glimmer of cold light appeared in Chen Feng's eyes.

The memory changes again. A tribal stronghold lives here with hundreds of weird-looking indigenous people. They have some dirt on their faces. At the forefront is an old man bending down. He is very old and has wrinkled lines on his face. It's like bark.

These people are very brightly dressed, as if worshipping something, and the figure of the warrior is exposed again, but now it is a little fuzzy, and it is obvious that they have been beaten and tortured.

In the final picture, the old indigenous man cut a soldier's neck with a knife, a large amount of blood flowed to the ground, and the surrounding crowd raised their arms, appearing extremely excited and violent.

At this point, the picture ends.

It was very depressing. Some soldiers even clenched their fists, and they saw the picture just now.

The companions who came together were actually brutally killed by this group of guys. No one knows what kind of fear and torture their companions encountered at the last moment.

Chen Feng frowned slightly, he was remembering everything he had just seen.

Through memory, he found that the environment of the camp where the other party was located was very messy. In some perspectives, there was even a large amount of feces on the ground. Men, women, and children stepped barefoot on the ground without any discomfort on their faces. In addition, the house It is also very low, like a pile of weeds and trees. However, the fences outside are very strong, all of them are thick logs, even if they are huge beasts, they cannot be directly attacked.

These pictures give a sense of barrenness.

Like a primitive tribe, not even a serious civilization was born.

Chaos, killing, mess.

Everything here is so primitive and barren.

However, all of this is not what Chen Feng cares about. He is concerned about the attitude of the other party. His soldiers have been killed, and the murderers are precisely these strange indigenous people.

They seem to be worshipping something. There is a detail, similar to the sacrifice of the aged indigenous people. When cutting the soldier's neck, there is a word in his mouth, and behind him is a mad and surly statue. However, all this is too vague and Chen Feng didn't know at all. .

The true purpose of these indigenous peoples is no longer important.

Importantly, they have provoked Chen Feng.

The soldiers were captured and killed innocently. For Chen Feng, this was undoubtedly a declaration of war.

Chen Feng will not sit still, and he does not intend to give these indigenous people a chance to strike again, strangling all dangers in the bud. This is the rule of his life.

Chen Feng's palm condensed a flaming sword. He raised it high, first glanced at the soldiers around him, and then loudly said, "Our companion was killed. This is simply a provocation!"

"Do you want to accept this fact cowardly, or follow me to settle each other's camp and avenge your dead companions?"

Bursting voices hit the soldier's heart.

Everyone's face was red and red, and even bloodshot eyes appeared. After a series of battles, they had long since transformed, not just the ordinary people who were just mere promises, but dare to fight with monsters, dare to fight with insects, and dare to cut off zombies. Real warrior of the head.

Blades, weapons, professionals, magic crystal cannons.

With such an advantage, how could these people swallow the bad breath, without hesitation, everyone raised their arms, almost at the same time, and shouted: "Revenge!"

"revenge!"

"revenge!"

The horrific killings appeared on the soldiers. At this time, even the surrounding jungle was permeated with a thick killings. Some beasts felt all this and ran away in panic.

Chen Feng put down his long sword ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ his face was almost like a stone, gloomy and terrible.

People need to control their destiny in their own hands. The same is true when facing war. He also needs to stay here for a while. If he accepts the reality in this way, it will inevitably fuel the opponent's arrogance.

revenge!

Just like the beast before, any enemy that is dangerous to himself should be destroyed.

Even more, Chen Feng has some other plans.

These people are physically strong, and their strength is obviously much stronger than ordinary humans. Now the economic development zone and the bridge east are being rebuilt, and everyone needs manpower. If these indigenous prisoners can be returned, it will obviously speed up the construction.

What's more, there is no need to talk about human rights for such captives. Their existence has only one point, which is work!

Revenge begins!

In addition to fruits and ores, in Chen Feng's eyes, these populations are also important resources.