Half a month later, in the eastern part of Hell Island, in a lava field.

A flaming red lizard crawled up from under the charred trunk and shook its head to get out of here. But at this moment, a large hand reached out from behind it, and pinched it with lightning speed. Then the owner of the fist stretched out his thumb and put it on the neck!

Click!

Subsequently, the owner did not deal with it, and threw it directly into his mouth, crunching and chewing, swallowing blood...... In this lava field, every shred of water is precious!

"This is the lava field, everyone be careful...... Although there are no monsters that are too strong, the natural disasters of the volcano are more terrifying than monsters! ”

This person is Quinn Dont, compared with half a month ago, he is undoubtedly a little more wild now.

The clothes on the body have long been taken and disposed of intensively, used as bandages and weaving. Fabric is a very important material here, and although the comfort level is much higher than the smelly fur on his body, as a team leader, he can't just enjoy it, but lead everyone to live as the ultimate goal.

Dongte never imagined that one day he would accept a life of not bathing, swallowing lizards raw, and drinking blood for half a month. As the eldest son of the Quinn family, he has never suffered hardships since he was a child. But in just half a month, he got used to it.

Hell Island taught him the rules of survival here.

If you don't want to die, do it......

As Donte gave the order, the companions nodded silently and began to search for a clean cave and prepare dinner according to their respective tasks.

It's not that they're not interested in talking, but in this area, there is a blind monster bird with very strong hearing!

They are hot enough to ignite trees, come and go like the wind, and fly like a living firestorm. One of his companions was snatched away by him because he was talking too loudly. It was the first time that the team had been attritional, and although it was not the second time, the image of their companions being pierced through the shoulders and wailing away had a great impact on them.

"Dongte, the area where the magma flows is safe, but the air is toxic and the water is not enough......"

A man walked over and whispered.

"Have you finished drinking the rain last time?"

"There is only one bucket left, and it will last for a maximum of three days......"

"Well, let me think about ......"

Donte sighed wistfully and spat out the chewed straw stalk in his mouth. Although the grass juice is bitter, it is a good supply of water.

Before actually stepping in, who would have thought that this seemingly fertile primeval forest would have such a scarce amount of food to eat! mushrooms on the trunk, poisonous; rhizomes in the soil, poisonous; Trap caught small animals, still poisonous! The whole jungle is built up with poison and fire!

And the freshwater resources are occupied by several powerful beasts, and it is difficult to drink saliva!

Dongte now has to consider all aspects of the problem, and the pressure of a group of people to survive has accumulated on him, making him a little breathless.

Or......

Gave up, right?

When you go back, you will have good food and drink, a warm bed to sleep in, no need to fight wild beasts, no need to walk on the road every day, no need to ......

No!

Absolutely not!!

Boom!!

Suddenly, Donte smashed his fist into the semi-solidified magma in front of him, and the sharp pain hit, and his confused eyes instantly became sober.

Under the horrified gaze of his companions, he raised his badly scalded fist, looked hideous, and said, "A piece of water must be snatched!" Otherwise everyone will die!! ”

As soon as these words came out, the air was quiet for a while, and then, a strong murderous aura evaporated!

Everyone lowered their voices and roared.

"Yes!!"

……

Like Donte's predicament, similar situations can be seen all over Hell Island. The volcanoes that erupt on time every day, the never-ending fighting on the ice fields, and the dense thunderstorms in the barren forests are all squeezing the physical and mental limits of this group of recruits.

They drank blood, they smeared their dung all over their bodies and even their lips to avoid pursuit, and they gnawed at each other with wild beasts for a mouthful of food......

Just to live!

Now half a month has passed, and the most difficult time has come.

Nervous tensions are overwhelmed, and everyone is faced with difficult choices all the time...... Do you grit your teeth and persevere, or give up and return?

……

East Coast Caves, Naval Garrison.

In the clearing, the flying squirrel was half naked, and slashed down with a serious sword. From hard workouts, maintain your fighting power.

He is a veteran who became a vice admiral in the headquarters thirty years ago, and he is a veteran of the Navy! He knows that there is no hope of breaking through in this life, but as long as justice still needs him, he is ready to go to war at any time!

"Drink!"

With another sword slash, the flying squirrel suddenly stopped moving, turned his head and asked, "Is there any situation?" ”

"Yes! Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel ......"

The visitor is a naval colonel who is tasked with monitoring the recruits who are training on the island. Of course, they are not a security measure for the recruits, but just a group of indifferent spectators, recording what the recruits do every day, and then statistically evaluating them.

After all......

It's too dangerous!

Even if they find that the recruits are in danger of life, no one can rush to the rescue, and everything can only be done on their own.

And surveillance is not everything, and the dangerous environment on the island makes it difficult for the famously hard-working phone bug to survive. At most, they have a sparse number of surveillance phone bugs in relatively safe areas on the island's periphery, often taking days to see a recruit appear on the screen once. Deeper places, as well as certain dangers, cannot be detected.

The colonel came to report at this time, because half a month had passed, and someone had finally broken away from the periphery and stepped into a blank dark forest.

"Oh? Which imp is so daring? Haven't the creatures on the periphery made them suffer enough? ”

The flying squirrel was a little curious, Hell Island was a place of life and death that even a strong man like him was quite afraid of, and the beast kings on the periphery alone were enough for the recruits to deal with.

You know, each Beastmaster has a power of 3,000 power points!

Not to mention the variety of monsters that inhabit the hinterland of the island as well as in the central area!

Except for one person who died on the third day of departure, no attrition was detected for so long, so it is conceivable that this group of little guys should have understood this a long time ago, right?

"Uh...... This ......"

The Colonel hesitated, paused for a moment and said, "It's Ron...... He came out of the canyon and only then did we realize that he had broken out of the outer area. ”

"It turned out to be him!"

The flying squirrel knew why the Colonel hesitated, because Ron's strength was too strong! In this world where the strong are respected, it is a bit reluctant not to add an honorific title of colonel.

There are few monsters in the barren forest area, but the strongest strength, and the thunder and lightning in the sky are even more life-threatening, and it is a real forbidden area for life!

Truth be told, since Hell Island replaced Thor Island as the designated location for survival training, not a single recruit has successfully conquered the Wasteforest area in all these years.

In the past few years, Smoker, who has attracted much attention in the natural smoke fruit ability, is just surviving on the periphery of the barren forest, and he does not dare to go deep easily.

But from the few phone bugs they had seen, the monsters that were enough to pick up a group of recruits in the past were reduced to food to be chased in front of Ron. Especially on the second day of departure, he was so hungry that he snatched a piece of meat from the mouth of the herd wolf, and twitched the corner of the flying squirrel's mouth.

The wasteland of life and death is a complete playground for Ron!

What a terrible power this is?!

Not to mention the recruits, even many long-established admirals can't lift as lightly as Ron.

Later, in order to catch up with the fleeing thunder beetle, he fell into the abyss canyon and disappeared.

The flying squirrel knew that Ron would not fall to his death, but it was unknown when he would be able to come out, and he didn't expect it......

"Wait! He actually came out?! ”

The flying squirrel's eyes widened for a moment: "The deepest part of the Abyss Canyon is only 1,300 meters, and the underground cave is only less than 2,000 meters...... He didn't even think about climbing out? What did he eat and drink in the past half month? ”

"Uh......"

The colonel's officer was stunned for a moment, and replied, "According to the phone bug footage we planted in the deepest part, Ron came out chewing on the peggy mosquito cub in his mouth, and although he quickly ran behind the stone to have diarrhea, he was in good spirits. ”

Regabine pups ......

Isn't that maggot?!

Can you eat that?

Although the toxicity is not as strong as that of the Thundermosquito, it is also highly toxic!

Wait a minute......

The corners of the flying squirrel's mouth twitched, remembering some of the descriptions of Ron in the literature. In addition to the commonplace questions such as talent, perseverance, and contribution, there is such a one.

“…… With terrifying recovery abilities, most fatal injuries can be ignored as long as the energy provided by food is sufficient! ”

This is a report from Zefa, once he saw Ron's ribs stuck into his internal organs and half dead, and then he straightened the ribs himself, and after half a day, there was no shit!

Now it seems that this information can also be added: "It can even break down toxins with self-healing ability, and reduce or eliminate toxin reactions." ”

Well?

How did Ron's bones get into his guts?

This question is a matter of opinion......

"What a ...... Monsters!! ”

The flying squirrel smashed his mouth, shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, leave him alone." That little imp is even more perverted than the three of Kuzan and the other guys, and he can't die! ”

"Well, I think it's ...... too"

Just then, there was a commotion outside, and the flying squirrel turned to see a tattered and bloodstained humanoid creature descending the stairs into the cavern and falling to the ground.

"Quick! The medical soldier prepares for surgery, and the internal organs are bleeding profusely! ”

Seeing this scene, the flying squirrel closed its eyes: "Has it started?" ”