After a long journey, the Three-Wheeler slowly pulled up beside the Old Camp.
"..."
Chen Fan looked at the corpses of strange entities scattered throughout the Camp, his expression conflicted. He remained silent for a long time. He had invested so much emotion in this familiar place.
Last night.
The Old Camp had come under attack by strange entities.
There had not been many, only thirty or forty, all Monkey-Head Entities. They had caused no damage to the Camp.
His main purpose on this trip was to "lay a road."
He had not needed to visit the Old Camp. Before leaving yesterday, he had already laid ten thousand meters of Copper Pipe, so he only needed to continue along yesterday's route. But this was his first day away from the Old Camp, and he still wanted to check on it.
"Just take the eerie stones."
He looked at Crippled Monkey, who was untying the ropes to prepare to haul the corpses, and shook his head. "We're only here for a quick look. Once the road is connected today, we can set up the Clearwind Formation. Traveling back and forth will be much faster then. We can have Zhou Mo and the others bring the corpses back to the Rear Base afterward."
They had not brought a Handcart, so they could not take the corpses here. Even if they managed to load some, it would slow them down.
The Clearwind Formation was an exotic treasure he had obtained by killing the Funeral Wraith Chief.
Placed inside the Eerie Fire, it could blanket the Camp in a gentle breeze, slightly increasing movement speed.
"Let's go."
They returned to the end of the ten-thousand-meter stretch laid yesterday.
The Three-Wheeler moved slowly across the Wasteland.
Like a worker on an assembly line, Chen