People of this era have forgotten what is the New World and what is the Old World, but Marin claimed that he was from another continent, which still made the black-robed men present stunned. It took Eric a long time to react.

His face was full of shock: "You said you were from the Old World, where was that?"

Then he pressed the radio earphone next to his ear. After a moment of silence, he looked at Marin as if looking at an alien: "I just received a message from the Lord of Eternity. He wants to see you."

"Very good, I'm looking forward to meeting him." Marin smiled and nodded. At the same time, he was certain that this eternal lord who had never appeared was definitely not a god - how could a real god use a headset to communicate.

"The automatic rail car will arrive soon, you can wait for a while." After Eric finished speaking, he turned to look at the yin and yang head. The young man named Gis finally had a trace of panic on his face, but Marin had already

He was past the age where he was familiar with such a reckless boy. In Marin's view, it was actually a good thing to have such a person in the team who was not afraid of death - at least he could use his death to warn others.

Of course, Marin won't kill him, just like Marin doesn't care if others want to kill him.

Everyone is born into this world with a mission. This boy... should be suitable for making ammunition bags.

After finishing complaining, Marin walked up to Old Jack. The newly reborn old man was also shameless. He had to strip off all the skin on his body, and then tore off the dead skin on his body piece by piece.

Skin, the arm just now should have fallen off from his left shoulder. This should be a deformity that he has carried since birth. In the Western Continent, such a child will be judged as a child of chaos, or drowned in the bathtub.

Either he was burned to death on the fire, and it was impossible to live to be as old as old Jack.

But here, this deformed child survived. He has lived to such an old age and is said to have had several children, and now it seems that he can live for at least another twenty years.

His eldest son helped him tear off the dead skin from his back, and then expressed a certain amount of envy for his father's new skin: "Father, your skin is the best I have ever seen."

"Thanks to Mr. Marin." The old man put his pants back on, and then expressed his gratitude to Marin.

His performance made Eric worried about how to value the medicines in his hand - he walked up to Marin: "Mr. Marin, your medicines are far better than I imagined.

I don’t know how to estimate your medicine.”

"It's okay. You tell me about your currency. Are there trading caravans between camps? Say whatever comes to mind. It doesn't matter. This medicine belongs to you." Marin said, sitting behind him - Marin

Na emerged from the ground and turned into a chair so that its owner would not fall.

Eric introduced the situation of the camp to Marin - basically, each camp is like a small town, with about a thousand residents living there. Some large camps will have more people, but most of them are

It's the north - the survivors of that year chose to expand their living space in the north after entering the underground. In Marin's view, this was also a choice. After all, judging from the intelligence obtained by Marin before, Nurgle's army was heading south.

Go.

Camp Stafford, for example, was established in the early days of the Great Destruction, so the population here is quite large - almost three thousand people. In addition to the Marin residential area, there are several residential areas.

Two sets of currencies are used between camps. One is the currency of the local camp, which is mostly hard currency, such as bottle caps and reloading ammunition. The other is the currency sent from the central camp, which is of course not what Marin thought.

dollars, but military bullets, including gunpowder bullets and energy bullets.

Marin thought about it, military bullets can indeed be regarded as hard currency, especially energy bullets. Marin took out an energy rifle, a good product found in the ruins of southern Thailand, took the energy bullet bag handed over by Eric, and confirmed

After it was ready for use, Marin fired several rounds with this energy rifle. The damage effect of the laser was very good.

"This weapon of yours is different from our standard weapon." Eric also noticed a question. In response to his question, Marin answered with a smile. When he heard that this weapon came from Tainan, Old Jack suddenly

Opened his mouth.

"Tynan, I heard little brother Bill say that a long time ago, Tynan competed with us for hegemony."

Old Jack's words made his son laugh: "Father, I really didn't expect that you would listen to the nonsense of that dreamer Old Bill."

Many men in black robes laughed, it seemed that they all thought so.

But Marin didn't smile. He just looked at the group of four who happened to be walking over from the track at this time. They didn't hear clearly what was being said here, so they looked at the situation here with strange eyes.

Marin waved his hand: "Old Bill, you go back and rest first. When things here are over, I have something to ask you."

After saying that, Marin took out five meat cans in a net bag and threw them over. Bill caught the meat cans. He noticed the man in black robe walking towards him and immediately stopped.

"Don't forget what little Mr. Marin told you." After Eric finished speaking, he patted Old Bill on the shoulder: "Also, go ahead."

After driving away Old Bill's team, Eric returned to Marin and continued to explain the situation in the camp. Marin finally understood that in these years, some camps had been invaded due to the invasion of chaos and alien species.

And destroyed, so many times, the traffic situation in the underground camp circle is not good, especially in Stafford Camp. At the beginning, Stafford had seven passages, but now, there is only one leading to the center.

The long-distance passages in the camp can still be used, but the passages to other camps are completely blocked - because those camps have been mixed with chaos and alien species. When the camp cannot be saved, Stafford Camp can only be blown up.

Passage to avoid chaos and alien invasion.

As for the fact that Camp Stafford is still preserved under such dangerous conditions, it is because it is the southernmost camp in Washington, D.C. Going further south, there are no camps in the Webway, and the survivors in those camps are not necessarily

I believe that their counterparts in the north, just like the slave-owning country, also know that there are survivors underground in Washington, D.C., but the dangers on the surface prevent them from attacking this area.

As for the west coast, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Before the ice age, there was still contact between the east and west coasts, but after the ice age, there was no news about the west coast on the east coast.

"I just received news that the rail car has a minor malfunction and it will take about three hours to return."

"That's just right, Eric, do you want to come with me to see those fallen camps?" Marin felt happy when he heard that something happened to the railcar - since he can't do business, let's go have some fun.

"But such a fallen camp is very dangerous!" Eric shook his head.

"It's okay." Marin said as he stood up. He looked at old Jack: "Jack, are you interested in going to the fallen camp with me?"

"Why not." Old Jack showed off his gambler style at this time. Marin didn't say much and directly opened a teleportation channel - this is a camp space at the edge of Marin's perception. Since Eric said that

The surrounding areas of Camp Taford are all occupied camps, so Marin doesn't need to be polite.

"What about you?" Marin asked. At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked the head of the White Walker from his neck who had just stuck his head out of the transmission channel. At the same time, Eric's sound was also broken by the kick.

Danger.

When the White Walker's head rolled to his feet, Eric finally nodded: "No problem! I'll go with you!"

That's great. Marin plunged into the passage. As soon as he entered the fallen camp, he unleashed a psychic impact that had no blind spots, sending the White Walkers around him flying to the wall. Then he fired the revolver in his hand, knocking the White Walkers away.

The head of a large White Walker who resisted the psychic impact was blown off.

Friends, times have changed!

"Let there be light!"

Following Marin's motto, all the working lights in this long-abandoned camp lit up in an instant.

While these lights illuminated the residential area of ​​the camp, all the White Walkers who appeared within Marin's field of vision grabbed their necks and heads with their four arms, and then pulled their heads away from their necks with a strong force.

They have committed suicide.

Marin put away the revolver, then took out the blood and shouted: "Get out! You coward!"

Following Marin's war cry, sparks lit up in the left passage, and then the sacred flame ignited in the distance. The chaotic alien species were instantly surrounded by the sacred flame, and their wailing sounds alerted the black-robed guys who followed them.

Trembling, Old Jack's sharp eyes saw the figure coming out of the passage on the other side: "Little Mr. Marlin! Someone is coming!"

Marin looked at the figure. As it appeared in the light, Marin saw a giant man wearing armor. Its armor was full of rust. On its abdomen, flesh and intestines could even be seen in the damaged areas.

Nurgle Warrior, the blessed champion, unlike its counterparts in the Western Continent who knew what a terrifying existence it was facing, instead laughed sharply: "A little tender meat!"

Then Gorehowl fell on its face, and the Nurgle champion fell to the ground.

Marin's blow drove the second half of this waste's sentence into hell together with the screams of the men in black robes.

When Mana returned to Marin's hands with Gorehowl, Eric noticed the Nurgle zombies coming out of the left passage. These zombies were carrying sparks. They fell to the ground as they walked, and then

Raise up flying ash with sacred properties.

"All the monsters here have been eliminated." Marin said as he walked towards the control panel not far away. This should be the core of the camp, but when Chaos invaded, it was regarded as their lair.

"It's strange why the White Walkers are with Nurgle Chaos." Old Jack is also well-informed, but what he doesn't understand is a matter of course to the men in black robes.

"There are many germs on the White Walkers. They are very troublesome opponents. The wounds scratched by them can cause infection and even cause deformation." Eric explained.

"Why haven't I heard you say that?" Old Jack asked.

"That's because basically no one can escape from the White Walkers. Most of them will be eaten by the White Walkers, and those who can escape from their attacks will definitely not be eaten by them.

Hurt." This time, Robinson, Old Jack's eldest son, gave the answer: "Old hunters like Old Bill who are clearly incompetent but can use traps to escape the pursuit of White Walkers every time are even rarer."

"Then will we be infected?" Old Jack asked and looked at Marin.

"We don't know, but you certainly won't. Your body has just been baptized by that high-energy drug. In my opinion, your body is already immune to certain diseases." Eric said here,

Noticing that Marin had turned on the system, the camp's ventilation system began to work again.

He walked to Marin: "Marin... Mr. Marin, will we be okay?"

"It's okay. As long as you follow me, the disease will not be able to infect you. But before we separate, you'd better not be too far away from me, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety." Marin finished speaking and opened this

The public channel of the camp was quickly connected to the communication of Sostak No. 3.

"Aha, Mr. Marin, you have found the survivor camp on the east coast. I remember these guys. At the beginning, these guys were fighting with several large survivor bases in southern Thailand every day across the Pacific Ocean." said.

At this point, Sostak No. 3 raised his eyebrows on the screen: "Wait a minute, the LAN here is down, can you fix it, Your Excellency?"

"No." Marin introduced this camp. Hearing that this was a fallen camp, Sostak No. 3 sighed, but he still asked about Jason's situation.

Hearing that Jason led a team of elves to investigate the situation of the slave owners, Sostak No. 3 nodded: "Then I will contact Jason. Mr. Marin, how are you going to deal with these guys from the east coast?

.”

"They are human beings." Marin smiled and turned to look at these guys: "Everyone, are any of you not human?"

This time, all the males shook their heads in unison.

"Look, Sostak Three, they are all humans." Marin replied with a smile.

"...Well, with your kindness, Sostak No. 3 has ended the communication. By the way, I have helped you repair the system. You only need to repair the power switch in the power distribution room, and the camp will be able to use electricity again.

.”

"Thanks, Sostak No. 3." Marin nodded.

"You're welcome, Your Excellency. Goodbye." Sostak No. 3 ended the communication.

Marin turned to look at everyone: "Are you interested in following me to other occupied camps to have fun?"

This time, all the males nodded their heads in unison.

Okay, everyone, take your seats.

Marin opened the transmission channel, split the head of the Nurgle zombie that poked its head open with an ax, and kicked another zombie back into the channel.
Chapter completed!