My name is Ren

Chapter 395 Kindness is the shield of the merciful.Cruelty is the sharp knife of the cruel! ! ! ! ! !
There was heavy snow falling on the extreme northern ice sheet, and summer had already ushered in the Salmy Mountains in the south.Many kinds of mosquitoes are bred in the humid and hot environment. In this untouched virgin jungle, mosquitoes are not just the mosquitoes in people's impression.

The one-inch long mosquito with a protective color stays quietly on the tree trunk. Whenever there is airflow passing through its body, the fluff on its body surface will feed back the wind speed and direction to it, and it will follow the wind direction, Constant vibrating.It's like a piece of bark on a tree trunk that is about to fall off. If you don't look for it carefully, you won't find it at all.This kind of large mosquito does not have an accurate scientific name. After all, compared to other popular subjects, biology is not studied by anyone at all.

It's not that I don't want to collect and organize, but it's pointless to do so.The ghost knows if someone who can't stand loneliness rapes a certain small animal will give birth to a monster.In a world without reproductive isolation, biology is a joke!
The mosquito suddenly spread its wings, and with a buzzing sound, the wings began to tremble at a terrifying speed, and its plump body floated up unsteadily.After the unique organ distinguished hundreds of substances in the air, it aimed at one direction and flew over quickly.

In the sight of this mosquito, there is something on the ground that exudes fragrance and deliciousness, which is attracting it. It tries to land without any hindrance.It slowly folded its wings, and the five slender tentacles on its head struck the soft surface. After moving back and forth for a while, it found a place with the strongest smell, and stretched out its needle-shaped organ from its belly. Hollow needles half an inch long.It thrust its head downwards forcefully, and the bony spikes instantly pierced something and penetrated into it.

Its abdomen began to swell, but unfortunately, the degree of swell has not yet reached its need for a "meal".Seemingly feeling that the blood it sucked from this animal did not taste very good, it spread its wings again and left the place.

If it had eyes, it would have discovered that the place it stayed just now was full of corpses of varying degrees of corruption.The thick black blood in its stomach was exuding a strong stench, just a little bit, not only it could not feel it, but other animals could not feel it either.

Heiman's life is not easy. Every day, people die in wailing, and tribes disappear in the Salmei Mountains every day.After the hot weather, there are more mosquitoes, not only mosquitoes, but also various small bugs that can infect the plague.These things are not huge prey, they can be easily hunted and killed. These mosquitoes are often only the size of a little finger or even the size of a fingernail, and they are almost pervasive.

The ring of fire blocks most of the insects that attack from the ground, but flying insects such as mosquitoes and flies, as well as those that can burrow into the soil, can still easily break through the defense of the ring of fire.In this plague, only about [-]% of the people actually died of the plague, and [-]% died of fear, hunger strike or other things.Seeing that the circle of fire could not stop the further spread of the plague, the whole Heiman became desperate. Could it be that the Mangod has given up on his people?
With a bang, a sleeping Heiman suddenly woke up. He slapped himself hard on the shoulder, killing a mosquito.The black and red blood were mixed together. He wiped the leaves with his hands, walked to the place where the cold water was stored in the camp with sleepy eyes, reached out and took a handful to drink.

Afuluo asked people to drink boiled water, but the ancestors of Heiman had never had the habit of drinking "boiled water" for generations, and they couldn't go against Afuluo's will, so they thought of a tricky way.That is, after boiling water in a clay pot, put it in a water tank to cool.If anyone wants to drink water, just take a sip, neither against Afro's wishes, nor change his living habits, killing two birds with one stone.

After drinking heavily, the remaining water between his hands flowed into the water tank as he straightened up and retracted his hands. In a place invisible to the naked eye, a dark green virus seemed to twist in pain. In the body of one virus, another virus that is exactly the same is isolated...

Hei Man returned to his sleeping place after drinking enough, fell down directly, fell into the soft grass nest, babbled, curled up his body and soon fell into sleep again.His movements could not be restrained, and he made some movements. A black barbarian not far from him also came from a deep sleep. He looked up at the burning fire circle around the tribe, recalling the nightmare he had just now, with lingering fear in his heart shuddered.

He was sweating all over. The sweltering temperature and the continuous burning of the fire circle made the whole tribe like a big furnace.He wiped off the sweat on his body casually, walked to the edge of the water tank where the water was stored in the tribe, flipped his palm back and forth a few times, swung away some leaves and ashes after burning plants and trees floating on the water tank, and held a bag with both hands. Holding cold water, gurgling to feed myself.

It's been a tough summer, and he hasn't eaten meat for almost half a month, except for some berries.Even if it is berries, everyone gets a limited amount, and spends almost every day in hunger and despair.

Feeling that his stomach was gradually distending, he grabbed the two ends of the belt with both hands, pulled hard, found a slightly cooler place, and fell straight down, falling into a dream again.

This water tank is constantly being visited by people to drink water, and cold boiled water is constantly being poured in. A tank needs to be filled five times a day to meet the water needs of this small tribe.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye. The Heiman who killed a mosquito on his shoulder yesterday stood up unsteadily, his head was dizzy, and his brain was about to lose control of his body Yes, every step is shaky, weak.He felt very hot, and he still felt hot after taking off all his clothes. He scratched his neck, and it hurt slightly.

He put his hands in front of his eyes, and there was a touch of bright red in the dark nails full of dirt.He cursed secretly, staggered to the side of the water tank, sank his head directly under the surface of the water, and gulped down the water.The icy cold water made him feel refreshed, but then his stomach contracted violently.He spit out the water he drank just now, as well as some yellowish things.The sudden change made him frightened, he forgot that his head was underwater, and breathed in panic.

During the exhalation and inhalation, some body fluids were expelled again, he raised his head violently, and staggered back to his grass nest again.Gradually, his breathing became shallower and lighter, until on the third day, he stopped breathing completely.

"Another tribe has been quietly extinct." The Great Witch Ji had a sad expression on his face. In less than a month, the Heiman, a special race, was threatened with extinction.Millions of black barbarians, even facing the Desi people without fear, but they lost in the forest they are best at, lost to the little plague!It is hard to imagine that, according to the information collected from various issues, the known population of Heiman has dropped sharply from more than 300 million to more than 100 million, and there are only a hundred or so tribes left.

The ring of fire has become the best way to send messages. As long as the ring of fire of a certain tribe is extinguished, it means that the tribe is dead.

The primeval forest in the Salmy Mountains is like a patient with alopecia areata, and there is a deathly silence under the scorched circles.

"I can't wait any longer." The witch sacrificed for a month and was at least ten years old, with gray hair and more wrinkles on his face, and he became even older.He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Promise to that person, we are willing to surrender, give us a place to live, and we will work hard for him." There was a deep sense of sadness in his words, as the people of the barbarian god, His choice is tantamount to betraying his own beliefs.

But ideals and pursuits are not reality after all.Facing the huge disaster that is about to become extinct, even faith cannot save them.

As for faith?

Let's talk after we survive!

The chirping of a thunderbird seemed to penetrate the whole world, and the blue figure disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye. This letter bird took away Heiman's last dignity and perseverance.From this moment on, they lost everything, including their faith.

And on the extreme northern ice sheet, Sistine has put aside everything in the past and started to serve Rennes.

Smart people tend to change their positions more frequently than stupid people, because smart people know how to maximize their own interests and how to save their own lives.The smarter people are, the more selfish they are, because smart people always like to think, and the more they think, the more they oppose their inherent cognition.

"Transportation is a big problem." Sistine's eyes were shining with wisdom, he pinched his chin, his eyes flashed, "As you all know, your... To sell things on the ice sheet, you have to cross half the empire. With all due respect, if you are only selling a small amount of things, there is no problem. But if you want to sell large quantities of supplies, it is difficult to hide. "

Ryan couldn't help nodding, yes, what Sistine said is quite right.Large-scale transportation will indeed attract people's attention, but he already has a way.He flicked his fingers, tapped twice on the armrest, his lips parted slightly due to dryness, and said, "Salmei Mountains!"

Information about the Salmei Mountains immediately appeared in Sistine's mind, and the entire Salmei Mountains run through the north and south of the mainland.The south is directly connected to the Atlantic Ocean, and the north is directly connected to the ice sheet. If all factors are removed, the Salmy Mountains are indeed a good choice.

"But!" His eyes were serious, "We are not familiar with the Salmei Mountains, and there are still a surprising number of black barbarians in it."

"Black man?"

Ren laughed out loud.

"It doesn't exist anymore!"

(End of this chapter)