In the middle of the Southern Barbarians, deep underground, the huge Earth God Mole continued to wave its sharp forelimbs and claws, easily digging through the rocks and clods in front of it, and moving forward at a very fast speed.

Since the lava giant was frozen again, the terrified and trembling Earth God Mole has continued to regain its gluttonous nature, and with its strong sense of smell and hearing, it can easily find carrion corpses far away, and at the same time avoid the intricacies of underground rivers, dig under the carrion very quickly, chew and devour them.

It is a scavenger.

Although the size of the Earth God Mole was extremely large, and it even carried an entire Ancestral Tribe of the Desolate People on its back, once it was underground, it was equivalent to a fish in water, and its speed would be countless times faster than that above the ground.

The chest of the earth god mole, which almost covers its chest, has countless large and small spaces that are closed or connected to each other, and the ingenious layout has almost brought the utilization of this space to the extreme, which can be called ingenious, but the number of wastelands living inside the hive is really too much, and countless ordinary wastelands are densely packed together like bees, and they do not hesitate to kill each other in order to survive a little bit of land.

This is the ancestral garden that the rest of the tribes of the wasteland dream of, and the ancestral garden that they dream of living!

In the ancestral court of the desolate people, the status class is related to the beehive where they live, and the further inward the beehive is, the larger the space, which is inhabited by high-level desolate people and high-blooded desolate people, and the outermost beehive is the most rudimentary, and the status of the occupants is naturally the lowest.

These dense layers of overlapping beehives, the further away the god mole rat travels, the stronger the vibration becomes, and there are even unpredictable injuries, such as stone splashes, dark river impacts, etc., but the biggest crisis still comes from within the ancestral court.

The ancestral court needed food to control the path of the Earth God Mole, and it also needed a lot of food to feed the behemoth beneath him, where did this food come from?

The outermost of these desolations is food.

The naked law of the jungle is vividly embodied in this ancestral hive, weak is wrong, weak is food.

The interior of the hive, a beehive very close to the interior, was luxuriously decorated, and even the bed was covered with soft animal skins, and a shell-like luminous body hung on the wall of unknown material.

This rare thing called the sun shell by the desolate people, it is not produced in the Nanban jungle, but only occasionally appears on the seaside, and the desolate people are afraid of water, so its preciousness can be seen, and in the ancestral court, only the noble people are eligible to obtain it.

Under the soft light exuded by the sun shell, a figure could be vaguely seen, lying on his back on the bed, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and there was a fist-sized blood hole in his chest, covered with dried dark red blood, and at the same time, the surrounding muscles were torn out huge wounds, like centipedes climbing, hideous and terrifying.

The figure on the bed was not very old, only a faint gasp, and he was dying.

But the young man of the desolate people kept his eyes open, staring at the top of the beehive, there was a strong desire to survive in his eyes, he knew that he could not die yet, at least not until the ancestral court of the desolate people and the earth god mole were destroyed by the human race, he wanted revenge, for the sake of the barbarians who were the guardians of peace in the jungle, and for her life and death were unknown.

"Aracho, why don't you leave a bite of meat for this dying waste, you just left a bone, and he's not a dog, how can you gnaw it?"

Suddenly, a rough and rampant laughter sounded from the entrance of the bee hive, and then two burly young men of the wilderness, holding a spear in one hand and a beast bone in the other, stepped into the bee hive, both of them unabashedly after stepping in, looking around this rather luxurious beehive with great greed, as if the extremely precious internal beehive in this ancestral court was about to belong to them.

Among the two burly desolate people, the young man named Wild Cut withdrew his greedy gaze, looked disdainfully at the wounded desolate man lying on the bed, threw down the bones without a trace of meat in his hand at will, and said:

"I now want this waste to die sooner so that I can fight for this hive, but at the same time I don't want him to die too quickly, otherwise how can I eat this double portion of beast meat every day, as a brother who once fought side by side, the task of delivering food to you every day should be entrusted to me, right, Arayan?"

The hoarse and rampant voice fell, followed by two crazy smirks, and the injured young wasteland lying flat below closed his eyes tightly, did not open them, but only pinched the nails into the flesh of his palm, implying that he was not calm.

Within a quarter of an hour, the entire hive was filled with foul language and kicking, and then the two desolate people walked out of the hive with a reluctant expression, leaving only the barren rock that had been dragged from their beds to the ground.

Arashiwa opened his eyes, staring blankly at the beast bones that fell to the ground in front of him, the beast bones that had been licked by the two of them in turn were as smooth as a mirror, and there was no scrap of flesh and blood on them, but for him, this was the only hope for survival, under such a serious injury, even with such a strong body of the desolate people, he would definitely die, but Wang Jing fed him a bottle of life potion before piercing that spear, so he could live until now.

But at this time, after a long time without a drop of water, and without any food, the fire of his soul has begun to gradually extinguish, so he needs to eat, and he wants to live.

When he was a child in the barbarians, the barbarian priests would teach the knowledge of survival in the jungle, and he once said that among the southern barbarian beasts, there would be a very small number of barbarian beasts, and they would store a part of the essence in the bones to enhance the explosiveness and lethality, so the absurd words had to gamble, bet on this line of life.

But the light of grabbing the beast bone back to his mouth has consumed the strength of his whole body, and if he wants to bet that there is an essence in this beast bone, he must bite the beast bone, which is a curse for the barren rock at this time.

Arashiwa opened his mouth, used the barren people's already sharp teeth, bit the beast bone fiercely, and exerted force downward, but the hard beast bone did not move at all, he continued to exert force, and even let out a whimper, but he still couldn't bite it.

Then Arashi slammed his head against the wall of the beehive, trying to use it to increase the bite force, and with one, two, ten strokes, blood poured out of the young wasteland's entire head and teeth.

Finally, with a click, Arahiwa stopped his movements, as the bones in his mouth shattered, along with half of his teeth.

A fishy liquid mixed with blood poured into his mouth, and Araiwa knew that he had survived for the time being.

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