Chapter 312 Food

After the two soldiers left, Carmen breathed a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath of the hot air, and after a moment, he took out the package that the two soldiers had just given him.

He opened the package and counted the items inside.

Clothes, food, and communicators.

These are standard configurations.

In addition, there are some practical gadgets such as water purification tablets.

These things alone are enough for Carmen to use for a few months.

He simply classified the items in the package and packed them into different containers. After a moment, when Carmen had packed up all the regular items, several exquisite books came into view.

Looking at the big words on the books, Carmen's face suddenly showed a strange look.

"Psychological Suggestion".

"Communication Skills".

"Brainwashing in Interpersonal Communication".

There were about a dozen books. Carmen squatted on the ground and simply flipped through the books. After a moment, he closed the book and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already guessed the fundamental purpose of this mission...

...

The demon refugee camp on the continental plate No. 5286 in District 7 was simple to say.

It is a small settlement built on the basis of a cave.

Eight caves of different sizes hold about 700 demons of different races.

The demons that can escape from the battlefield may not be very strong, but they must have good luck.

However, "luck" does not always favor a certain person.

Twenty days ago, Mr. Winter took Little Winter and ran all the way out of the main battlefield of District 7. He successfully arrived at the edge of the continental plate and plunged into the endless void. After floating for about seven days, he successfully saw the "new world" in front of him.

Continental Plate No. 5286, District 7.

A barren, resource-poor, but strange place with a small demon refugee camp.

Of course, the strangeness here refers to the strangeness from the perspective of God - in just one week, the fleeing demons can gather together to form a refugee camp. How can this not be strange...

However, Mr. Winter, who is in the game, does not think there is anything strange about his escape.

He only feels fortunate... fortunate that he has found a way to survive.

He successfully integrated into this small refugee camp.

Then he found that his relief came too early.

Survival in the wilderness is not as beautiful as it seems.

Because daily necessities are always a big problem.

Food and drinking water.

These are two topics that can never be escaped in life.

And being in a barren continental plate, these two topics instantly became fatal problems.

There is little rainfall on the continental plate No. 5286 in District 7. There is a small underground river in the cave, so there is no need to worry about drinking water, but food...

There is no food...

That's right...

There are no mutant beasts, no plants, no humans, there is nothing on this continental plate!

Sometimes fresh fish can be caught in the underground river, but dozens of fish a day are not enough for 700 people.

In the harsh living environment, a few monsters began to breed ambitions, and the difference in ambition and ability divided the class.

The strong gathered together to plunder the already scarce rations, while the weak were squeezed and could only lie in the cave like salted fish to preserve their pitiful physical strength.

And Mr. Winter, after losing the favor of the "Goddess of Luck", could not be called a strong man anyway...

"Dad, I'm hungry..."

Little Winter's weak voice came from his arms. Hearing his son's words, Mr. Winter's heart was clenched. He patted Little Winter's head and said softly.

"In a while, there will be food in a while."

This is not perfunctory-although they are weak, the leader of this refugee camp is "pretty good" to them, at least giving them a minimum living guarantee.

Not starving to death.

For Mr. Winter, who has experienced great changes, "not starving to death" is enough.

He doesn't ask for too much...

Thinking of this, Mr. Winter raised his head and looked at the horizon.

At this moment, the sun sets and the day is over, which means that it's time for dinner.

"Bang!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and at the entrance of the cave, a strong one-eyed troll carrying a big pot walked over slowly. His expression was fierce, and there was grease on the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had just had a full meal.

"Let's eat!"

The troll said in a muffled voice, like a signal, and a creepy friction sound suddenly sounded in the cave. One by one, the "weak monsters" walked to the troll numbly like zombies.

Mr. Winter was also mixed in. He held little Winter, lowered his head, and looked at the big pot on the ground.

A few miserable fish bones kept floating in the soup, and the soup was as clear as water.

This is the dinner of these level 7 monsters...

The monsters numbly came to the pot, drinking the bland soup like livestock, but they didn't see that the one-eyed troll standing behind him gradually became ferocious.

There really wasn’t enough food…

Even as the ‘strongest’ in this refugee camp, they didn’t get much food—even though level 7 monsters were resistant to starvation, they also had huge appetites. A few fish and a few pounds of meat were not enough to fill their stomachs!

But…

The Cyclops didn’t forget what his food used to be.

The resources of the demon world are already poor. In this barrenness, countless ferocious and cruel monsters have been bred, and the Cyclops family is the best among them!

In their eyes, monsters, even monsters of their own clan, are excellent sources of food!

Thinking of this, the one-eyed troll slowly calmed down its ferocity. He looked at an ancient demon beside him, first patted him on the shoulder, and then said softly.

"Hey, bro, want some food? I just saw a gerbil outside..."

…

"I just saw a gerbil outside..."

The one-eyed troll's voice clearly reached Mr. Winter's ears. Looking at the calm-looking one-eyed troll, he felt a sudden crisis in his heart.

At this moment, Mr. Winter cautiously took two steps back, trying to stay away from the one-eyed troll. Unexpectedly, the one-eyed troll's big hand was like a golden hoop, firmly holding down all of Mr. Winter's movements.

Persuasion failed!

The one-eyed troll's expression suddenly became ferocious. He leaned close to Mr. Winter's ear and whispered a threat.

"Either come with me, or I'll crush you and the little kid in your arms to death!"

These words immediately made Mr. Winter despair...

He should have expected this scene - now that classes have been differentiated and differences between strong and weak have arisen, the most fundamental 'rule' of the jungle will appear.

When there is not enough food, the weak come to collect...

Isn’t that how the first demons came here...

Mr. Winter wanted to fight back, but the one-eyed troll suddenly exerted his strength and roughly pushed Mr. Winter's right hand away. He pulled little Winter over, then turned and walked away!

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