Edge of the Apocalypse

The two fat cods were roasted on the fire, and cuts were made on the cod's body, allowing the heat of the flames to penetrate into the fish's body, allowing the fish to cook faster and more thoroughly. Fish fat turns into oil in the flames and hits the fire droplets by droplets, occasionally splashing sparks all over the sky.

Lucy was drooling as she looked at the golden fish in the flames. She could not help but reach out to tear off a piece and try it. At this time, he would gently slap Alan back with a small branch. They were hiding near the Rapid Bay Valley. There were plenty of cod here, especially at the nearly 90-degree bend of the estuary, which would occasionally sweep the cod snow directly ashore from the river. As a result, dangerous species like the Swordtooth Berserk Wolf are attracted to these delicious fish from time to time.

Alan flipped over the two cods and picked up some firewood from the fire, making the flames less fierce and simmering. Such roasted cod meat, their own ointment will be eaten into the fish, eat will not dry, keep the fish fresh and delicious. The fish will be more delicious if seasonings are available. Of course, they weren't camping right now, so they naturally didn't have any seasonings, but they were much better than the canned food provided by the organizers of the conference.

"Are you ready to eat? I'm starving to death!" Lucy looked at Ellen with a greedy expression. Her eyes were like a pitiful puppy. She blinked her big eyes. I really felt pity for her.

"Alright, alright." Alan used a washed dagger to cut off a piece of fish from one of the tails and handed it to Lucy wrapped in clean leaves.

Lucy took a bite at once and cried out tearfully, "It's so hot."

"You deserve it." Alan laughed, "Who told you to eat so urgently, just like Luce …"

"Luce? Who is Luce?"

'"Nothing. When I was five, the predators attacked my town. My mother died that night, and then I lived with a pack of snow wolves. Luce was one of them. He was greedy, impatient, but a good guy. Unfortunately, he died, too. They all died."

At this point, the youth raised his head to look at the night sky. Looking up from Babylon, the night sky was exceptionally clear. In this kind of night, the moon hung in the sky, and the starry river hung upside down like a waterfall. It was extremely beautiful.

Alan raised the angle, leaving Lucy with a sad side face. After some thought, she sat down with the fish and snuggled up to Ellen. Alan felt it and lowered his head to ask, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm cold now. I'll lend you a hand." Lucy said as if she was taking it for granted, and then asked, "And after that, you went to the death arena?"

"At that time, those people killed my stupid pack of wolves and sold me to a man named Hern. That man's son was struck by intelligence and had to participate in the death arena. Hern swapped me with his son. "But that's good" Allen lowered his head, the flames dancing in his ruby-like eyes. "This is a chance to change fate. I want to catch it."

"If you win the death arena, what do you plan to do?"

"Go find the predator who killed my mother and the hunting squad that killed the wolves for revenge. Besides, I still have something left in the hands of that Guild Leader."

"I support you. What about after that?"

"Afterwards? Probably set up a hunting group as well. Then, look for my biological father."

"Your father?" Lucy looked up.

"Yes. Mother told me to look for him. He should still be alive …"

"This is also good. At the very least, you still have relatives."

Alan smiled but didn't say anything. What he didn't tell Lucy was. He was not looking for his father for family reasons, but to fulfill his mother's last wish and put a dagger called the Devil's Praise into the man's body!

"Let's not talk about this anymore. You've recovered. Let's leave tomorrow."

Lucy nodded and ate the cold fish in a couple of seconds. Then she clapped her hands and said, "In that case, we have to agree on a plan. Do you have any ideas?"

Ellen shook her head, and Lucy jumped up and patted her chest, "Then I'll make the decision!"

Next, the girl spoke like a river, and the battle plan that she had mentioned could be described as a bunch of flowers. Bright Saber's hidden arrows, seductive ambushes, and rumors, Allen couldn't wait to put all the strategies that could be seen in the textbooks on the table, which made Allen's head stand on end.

After a long while, the young miss asked, "How is my plan?"

"Not good." Alan denied on the spot.

"Not good?" "Why?" Lucy put her hands on her hips.

"I say, why is your plan the same as your saber technique? The flowers are so fancy that you can't stand fighting at all." Alan shook his head and said, "Which training camp did you come from? Your instructor taught you these things?"

'"It's all me" Lucy almost spilled the beans as she swallowed the rest of the words back into her stomach and said, "Who cares where I learned them. Then tell me, my plan isn't good. What better idea do you have?"

"Leave here tomorrow and casually stroll around. Kill one by one, bump into a pair of killers. Where did you get so many plans?" Alan waved his hand and cut off a piece of fish to eat.

"Just wandering around? Just killing?" Lucy said with a defeated expression, "You're really one-track minded. Well, do as you say. Let me ask you, this damn place is so big, where are you going to run into those other guys?"

"Do you know how wolves hunt when they hit a lot of prey?" Alan asked.

"Of course, charge forward and bite whenever you catch it."

"No way." "They harass and scare their prey," Ellen said leisurely. "Push them together, get to a specific location, and then do it."

"Oh, but what does this have to do with us?" Lucy asked, spreading her hands.

"You said that this place is so big. You can hide anywhere for ten days and a half months. It's not like the organizers know that if we let it go, we don't know where to start even if we want to get rid of the others. So …" Alan looked at Lucy.

The latter came to a sudden realization, "You mean they would use all sorts of methods to get us together like prey?"

"This is the purpose of the death arena, isn't it? Therefore, there's no need to be as troublesome as you said. We just need to raise our spirits and kill whoever hits us!"

The night gradually darkened, the clouds flowing, occasionally sinking.

To the west of Yellowstone, there is a vast canyon landscape. There is a very nostalgic name, Roosevelt Canyon has a strong smell of the Old West, reminiscent of a cowboy. Of course, there were no cowboys in this valley on Babylon, but it was the territory of the Armored Rhino. Third Grade Dangerous Iron Armored Rhinoceroses were literally described. These evolved rhinoceroses possessed incredibly thick armor, and their temper was irritable. Usually, groups of three or two would attack any creature that entered their territory.

Occasionally the earth trembles in Roosevelt Canyon. You don't need to panic. It's not an earthquake, but a horde of wild rhinoceroses galloping across the ground.

A faint light shone from a 7-shaped crack in the canyon. A pile of less vigorous flames was burning. The fuel for the flames came from the dried manure of the wild rhinoceros. This was the cheapest fuel in the canyon, and it was almost impossible to use tree branches as fuel in this hard-to-find area.

Not far from the fire, a boy curled himself up in a sheet sewn up with torn pieces of clothing. This piece of cloth was his quilt. Relying on the flames and the quilt, he would be able to endure this long night that wasn't too cold.

Mike closed his eyes, but didn't let himself fall asleep completely. There was a small spring three hundred meters away from here. It was one of the few water sources in the valley area. Dozens of wild rhinoceroses were guarding the spring, and Mike could only steal some of the water from the spring when the wild rhinoceroses were asleep around three or four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Tonight, he would have enough clean water for a few days to leave this damned place.

His luck was indeed not very good. Entering the game was due to his ranking, so he appeared at the same place as the other boys and girls who were ranked lower in the rankings. Although he had used some tricks to leave alive, he was attacked by a group of steel-feathered warhawks halfway. Those Tier 3 Dangerous Species had the advantage of being able to control the air. Mike was lucky to be able to escape, so losing supplies was nothing to be ashamed of.

Then he turned into Roosevelt Canyon and when he realized that he was going to face a barren land, Mike wanted to back down. Unfortunately, a few wild rhinoceroses happened to pass by and discovered that Mike was relentlessly chasing after him, forcing the youth in like this.

Mike had to find another way out. He had a hard time these days. Maybe God didn't want to abandon him, but Mike found a lonely rhinoceros yesterday and had a full meal today. Now, he still had some rhino meat left. The slices of meat were roasted and air-dried and would be his dry rations as he walked out of the canyon.

Coupled with the clean water he had stored for the past two days, he didn't have to worry about starving to death before leaving the canyon.

Mike waited quietly, waiting for Rhino to fall asleep. However, tonight seemed destined to not be peaceful. Not long after he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he heard the sound of sand rolling. It wasn't a sign of a mad rhino passing by, it was more like someone was coming this way. Mike opened his eyes and threw himself at the fire to put it out. At a time like this, anyone would be a formidable enemy, and Mike didn't want to cause trouble.

He's not in good shape.

However, it was too late, and the youth had just rushed out. Before they could get close to the fire, a gunshot rang out from afar, and the cow dung that was used as fuel suddenly exploded. Mike's face was splashed with sparks, and anger rose in the youth's eyes. At this moment, a laugh sounded on the left side of the fork.