Chapter 642

From the sky, you can see a blue ribbon passing through the lush forest. It is the only big river on the north line. On both sides of the blue ribbon, there are a lot of irregular dark black marks after burning.

Fire will completely destroy the ecology of an area, clearing a battlefield without so many shelters in the dense green fields like a wave line.

Broken branches are immersed in the white ash that falls on the ground after burning, and the charred land and grass ash hide the trenches like interlaced silk threads. There is no trace of living things in these man-made hills and valleys.

The war permanently changed the environment of this area.

The coalition fought with the Church, and then dispersed, leaving a mess.

Although the coalition and the vanguard have a good habit of cleaning the battlefield, it is not necessarily the case when a battlefield is full of various barbed wire and alchemical toxin bombs.

Sometimes they don’t know where they have set traps, or it may be that the enemy has set traps in their abandoned trenches. In short, the price of rashly entering the abandoned trenches is to directly scrap a team.

Carefully recovering every bit of supplies on the battlefield meant that they had to carefully check whether there were any traps in every trench. It was not worth wasting so much time just to recover a box of ammunition and a few rifles.

With this time, they might as well harvest other forces that arrived in this world.

Most of the two sides simply cleaned up their own control areas and then went to the next area to harvest new supplies.

And the battlefield... This remaining battlefield is an undeveloped treasure for most of the forces that arrived in this world.

Regardless of the fifth-era technical weapons, even the refined steel is valuable. The steel used by both sides to make support frames is good steel, not to mention that there are still a lot of remaining traps on the battlefield.

The traps of the high era can be sold at a good price in the market of outsiders after being disassembled.

"Huh..."

Hal reached out and carefully pulled out a trigger spring from the alchemical bomb in front of him.

From the translucent glass bottle cap, he could clearly see the green liquid that was quietly settling in the alchemical toxin bomb.

As long as the firing pin is triggered, the explosive will detonate the alchemical bomb, throwing the deadly corrosive toxins inside into the air, and immersing the entire trench in green poisonous fog within a second.

One such bomb can be sold for 3 gold coins, the toxin tank is one gold coin, the small explosive block is half a gold coin, and the remaining springs and metal components engraved with runes are worth one and a half gold coins.

‘Ding’

The crisp sound of gears biting sounded, and the trap was retracted to an undeployed state. Hal carefully took the toxin tank off the trap, and then the small yellow square wrapped in bandages at the bottom.

A very sophisticated combination trap.

“Big profit.”

Hal wrapped the toxin tank with cotton cloth and put it in his backpack, feeling happy.

Ordinary adventurers like them can only earn 10 silver coins for a mission, and now they have already received 3 gold coins simply, which makes him feel unreal.

The coalition and the vanguard army called these people "scavengers". Most of them belonged to a certain foreign force. The coalition never stopped these people from being active in the battlefield ruins. After all, they had to let the outsiders taste the sweetness so that they would work harder to invest in materials to build their bases in this world.

Look, there are dangers everywhere here, but you can still get enough wealth.

Just invest a little more materials, not much, send a little more.

Then the coalition and the church will swing their sickles regularly.

Outsiders hope to benefit from this land. Outsiders also know that this world is very dangerous, and the lords have been eyeing the capital invested by outsiders in this world from the beginning.

The dealer never loses.

If everyone does not send supplies, the output of this place may not be able to support so many coalition forces and church lords.

"We have to quickly meet up with the team members outside."

That's enough.

Hal is not greedy. The money earned from dismantling this trap is enough for their team to live a good life for a long time.

If he hadn't seen a group of wandering ogres and goblins at the team's meeting point, if he hadn't been discovered by these wandering greenskins because of his carelessness.

As for his teammates who were supposed to pick him up, they were nowhere to be found at this moment.

"Damn it!"

Hal cursed inwardly and turned and ran.

Greenskins especially like to use abandoned trenches on the battlefield as their new homes. Most of these man-made fortifications are underground, with good drainage and ventilation, which is very suitable for greenskins who like to hide in caves.

There are also beasts and giant insects that use these man-made fortifications as their nests, but their reaction speed is very slow, and it often takes months or even years before they crawl into the abandoned trenches that no one cares about and regard them as their new homes.

As an adventurer, he has also seen this kind of wild monster with green skin, but for some reason, the goblins in this world are more cunning and cruel than the goblins he has seen before, and even have formed civilization to a certain extent.

It's as if they are just called "Goblin" by name.

This world filled with gray dust was different from the warm hometown behind his portal. Very different.

A broken wire fence entangled his feet and made him fall to the ground. This battlefield showed a little bit of malice towards him, the intruder.

It was also fatal.

Hal could already see the cruel expression of the goblin running in the front, and the bone blade in his hand that was polished to a shine.

With his hand on the dagger at his waist, he had to kill the few in the front first to buy some time for his escape...

Until a gunshot rang out.

He had heard this sound before, a clear and clean gunshot without dragging.

Hal saw a very anthropomorphic...fear on the faces of the goblins?

The group of greenskins chasing him immediately screamed and disappeared in the nearest trench, as if they had never existed.

And the fear that made them flee in panic was directed at...

"Where did the child come from?"

The officer wearing a black gas mask lowered his head, jumped off his horse, slammed the butt of his gun into the ground, and half-crouched down to stare at the adventurer who collapsed on the ground.

Maybe ten seconds, maybe a minute, Hal didn't know how long it had passed, and the guy who was obviously the leader continued to speak.

"Forget it, Lao Li, bandage him."

(I changed the beginning several times, and kept thinking about which perspective to start from, but finally chose this one.)

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