The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 8: Black Flag Camp
The setting sun is like blood, soaking the earth, a piece of Sandstorm is set off in Wastelands.
The modified car leaped towards the camp like a crazy beast. It was about to hit the steering wheel for an instant. The whole car moved sideways to the door. In the strong and harsh friction, the soft ground was ploughed into two deep trenches. After a few clicks, the engine seemed to be about to smoke, and several broken bullets flew to the ground.
"Hahaha!" The fat man laughed happily. He didn't care about the situation at all, and put out the cigarette **** on the dashboard: "We are back!"
Cloudhawk couldn't help but feel vomiting.
However, there is no food in the stomach, and all that is vomited is bitter water. The surrounding mercenary are laughing at the new rookie unscrupulously.
"Hahaha!"
"This kid is really useless!"
"Now go back and be a Scavenger honestly, it's still too late!"
Who can stand this driving?
He felt that the whole place was about to be broken!
These mercenary driving the car is absolutely fatal. It is not easy for Cloudhawk to endure this second time in the car. Just as Cloudhawk raised his head and was about to refute a few words, but the words just reached his lips, he was swallowed back again, staring blankly at the front.
This is a place called a town for the time being.
The outside was surrounded by barbed wire and fences. A large number of broken tires, stones, and sandbags built the fence. A wooden watchtower was built on the back of the wall, about seven or eight meters high. There were several sentries holding bows and arrows in the building.
"Yellow Springs Mercenary, open the door!"
There is a heavy-duty modified truck placed horizontally as the gate. After the sentry confirms his identity, the truck starts to drive to one side and reveals the entrance to the camp. A large number of broken houses are scattered in disorder and densely packed, most of them are people living, and a high-rise building in the center is particularly eye-catching.
The camp of Excavator(s)?
Cloudhawk's heart is extremely fiery and excited. For more than ten years with memory, he was a Scavenger who survived in the cracks of Wilderness. He used insects and grass roots every day to fill his hunger, drinking highly polluted rainwater, and became a Excavator(s), almost It is the dream of Cloudhawk!
The camp is near.
Is that ant-like life gone?
A few guards walked over to say hello: "I have been there for several days, the harvest should not be small!"
The camp guards were wearing leather armor embedded with copper, wearing a half-face breathing mask, plus a windshield. They kept their eyes on Cloudhawk, and said in a somewhat malicious tone, "Huh, Sheng Face? This is not in compliance!"
The rules?
There are no rules these days!
It’s just a few watchdogs. Mad Dog Slyfox is not in the eyes, but you can’t offend it casually. What’s more, this mission has gained a lot. Slyfox generously gave out half a pack of cigarettes in his pocket: Day, how can you be cool, this kid is a newly recruited member, for convenience?"
"Slyfox is too far-fetched, how can you not give up face, go in!"
Mad Dog pushed the dazed Cloudhawk, he immediately staggered and followed mercenary in.
In this turbulent era, it is not easy to rebuild homes, because everything has to be started from scratch, and everything has to be produced and produced by itself. The completeness of Black Flag Camp is very rare and rare. Here, hotels, bars, warehouses, and parking lots are basically available.
In addition, as a Excavator(s) center, various metal components, strange parts, leather fabrics, and various shops can often be found. As long as enough has good skills and luck, these parts are enough to piece together an armor or modify it. A gun or even a car was assembled.
This is where Excavator(s) is.
It's a new world!
"Black Flag Camp is not a charity. Everyone who lives here needs to pay a high price. Do you want to enjoy the resources of life here? Then go for it!" The fat man concluded by saying: "This is a paradise for the strong. , But also the **** of the weak."
After finishing speaking, he habitually wanted to smoke, but remembered that half a pack of cigarettes had been sent out, he cursed the watchdog, and then said to Cloudhawk, "Remember, the strength is not enough. Where is Wilderness better, even worse!"
At this time, Cloudhawk found that the streets were full of undressed, skinny young women. They endured the cold, scratched their heads, and kept seduce men passing by, with all of their faces praying.
"What are they doing?"
"In these days, women sell meat, men sell their lives, it is justified!"
Cloudhawk was taken aback for a moment.
"These meat sellers* are everywhere, you can give a piece of bread to play whatever you want, tents, behind houses, alleys, trading places are everywhere." Slyfox is a well-versed expert, Regardless of whether Cloudhawk can understand it or not, "But there are no good goods on the street. Most of them have mutant organizations. If you do too much, you will get sick. Good goods are usually in pubs or other people’s private collections. The price is more expensive. "
Slyfox chattered and taught experience. Cloudhawk didn’t hear a word. He was attracted by a woman sitting on the ground. He was thin and without meat, only the skin was covered with bones, and the sarcoma on half of his face was ulcerated, and even his hair fell off. More than half, there are only a lot of pustules, holding a baby wrapped in rags in his arms.
A strong rancid smell permeated the burri, indicating that the baby had been dead for many days.
The gaze of this woman made Cloudhawk a little bit touched, because this look is too familiar, desperate and painful and numb, like falling into endless darkness, never seeing a trace of light, the stump lingers, but the person is already dead .
"Look at her!" Slyfox impatiently took a Cloudhawk shot, "I tell you, look at her like this, there is probably the mutant organization, if you want to get her, be careful that your second child is rotten in it!"
Cloudhawk was dragged away by mercenary.
A woman holding a rotting dead baby motionless, like a corpse waiting to decay, there are people coming and going on the road, no one takes a second look, it's probably already commonplace.
Cloudhawk started to feel a little at a loss. Excavator(s) can always wear warm clothes, eat bread, and drink clean water.
Why is it completely different from what you imagined!
Originally full of excitement and anticipation, it was like being poured cold water, as if a child was happy to open a gift, only to find that he got a lump of shit.
There are many simple shops in the camp.
However, there is no currency here. It is purely a primitive exchange of goods. Among them, food, bullets, fuel and the like are hard currencies that are more suitable for circulation.
In a tavern less than 30 square meters in size, a young woman stood naked on a high platform, dancing like a water snake in the erosive lights, her hips made the surrounding men want to go up and squeeze hard.
"Slave!"
"Sell slaves!"
A human trafficker with a face full of flesh stood on a high platform, spitting and promoting his products-three women and two men.
"100% clean, no virus, no mutant, women can be taken back privately, there are *has butts, good goods are definitely not lost!"
"A man is strong and capable of working, and he can be a gladiator with a little training. Maybe he can earn a profit in the arena. Don't miss this chance!"
The three women and two men station let people touch them. Instead of suffering and despair, they looked flattering, eager to find a good master who could feed them.
The wind blowing from a certain alley is mixed with strong corpse odor. It is not surprising that one or two people die every day in such a remote and dark corner. Tobacco, drinks, women, desire, violence, depravity, erosion... are almost all themes here, and there is an atmosphere of decadence and decay everywhere.
Men sell their lives, women sell meat.
Heaven for the strong, **** for the weak.
Cloudhawk can understand Slyfox a little bit.
In the center of the camp, a piece of stele was placed. Several prohibitions were printed on it in bright red fonts that seemed to bleed. stele only stated the prohibition but no punishment. But not far away one by one burnt torture stakes silently explained everything. Each stake was tied to a scorched corpse with iron wire. There was only one punishment in the camp—burning!
"Have you seen?" Slyfox said with a finger: "This is the private house of the camp leader. Don't blame me for telling you, don't go near this place, they kill you is no different from pinching a bug!"
This building can be seen from the entrance of the camp, standing out in the camp like a group of chickens, and the room is lit with bright electric lights. Electricity is a very precious and luxurious thing. Wilderness has very little luck with Scavenger and imitated the ancient generators. Only very few people can use the precious resources of enough.
Is the leader's home?
Cloudhawk couldn't help thinking: What kind of three-headed and six-armed character is qualified to sit in such a camp, so that fierce people like Slyfox and Mad Dog can honestly not dare to rebel?
"You are at the right time." Slyfox looked at the stone wall and said with emotion, "The Black Flag Camp a year ago was ten times messier than it is now. The streets were murdered and raped. Butchers and slave traders were hunting wantonly. Since the new Only when the leader came, she improved a bit. The words on stele were written by her herself."
"The new boss? Where is the old one?"
"What do you mean?" Slyfox looked like an idiot: "Of course he was killed! The leader is never fixed, often the leader is killed, and then the person who kills the leader becomes the new leader, and finally Killed by latecomers again, people will always support the strong, if you think you are strong in enough, you can also challenge the leader!"
Slyfox and Mad Dog enough are great. People like this are just eating in the camp. They rely on the camp to provide information to receive missions to earn hire money. They dare not violate the leader or replace them. Cloudhawk doesn't even think about it. Dare to think about it!
There was a loud noise in the front.
More than a dozen people wearing half-face breathing masks~IndoMTL.com~a pair of camp guards are dragging a huge corpse over.
Awesomely a monster nearly half a meter thick, secreted a drop of mucus from the slimy skin on the ground, instantly making a large piece of silt out of the ground, and there was a slight hissing sound of corrosion. , Makes people feel creepy.
However, the monster's corpse is only half of it, so it is about ten meters long.
Not too far away from this team, there are traces of soil being rolled. One and a half meters of large hole is left on the ground, surrounded by mucus. There are several corpses lying there. They are all corroded badly, like a mass about to melt. Wax.
"Damn, it's another big earthworm. It has appeared twice this month, and it's still endless!"
Cloudhawk has never seen such a terrible monster: "This...what is going on?"
Slyfox casually said: "So many people gather in the camp. If I were mutant beast, I would choose to hunt here. This kind of occasional drilling out is not a big deal. I'm afraid of encountering the mutant beast tide. Most camps are So ruined."
"Hey, relax, nothing strange." An mercenary veteran comforted her: "If you don't die, you will get used to it."
When the camp guard dragged a terrifying corpse away, those walking passers-by naturally stepped aside. They didn't even take a second look. Can this be used?
Cloudhawk suddenly felt like thorns on the soles of the feet, and felt uncomfortable every step of the way.
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