Bull and his two companions dragged a boar with three wooden spears stuck in its body as they staggered through the forest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With two monkeys on his shoulders that he had been anesthetized with blow arrows, unconscious and casually thrown over his shoulders with hemp rope, humming a little tune in his mouth, Bull was in a rather happy mood at the moment.

The forest remembered the crisp chirping of the fire-crowned hummingbird, as if humming this improvised ditty to the beat of Boole, which also made Boole feel better, and decided to spare the lives of these clever birds, and today he had been lucky enough to harvest a large wild boar and a few monkeys, and he would not have to worry about food for the next few days.

Even among the best hunters of the tribe, Bull was now less able to catch animals from the forest, and the beasts were as cunning as human brains, and sometimes Bull was envious of the fact that the great tribes could get a piece of arable land in the plains further north, rather than hunting like them.

Although Bull was fortunate to be the overlord of the entire island, a member of the Cerverlos, it was a pity that the Cervero tribe was not a public society of all equals, on the contrary, the internal polarization within it could be said to have reached a very serious level.

The Great Qukou had land, slaves, livestock, and a variety of more prized veins, while small tribes like Boole lived close to the forests in the middle of the island.

They had no or very few slaves, not even fields, let alone nameless people who could farm, hunting and gathering were their main sources of food, they could go hungry when they were unlucky, and they were exploited and plundered only by the wildling tribes who were worse than them.

And in some special cases, small tribes are likely to become the target of the plundering of the Great Qu Kou, which means the most terrible disaster, and this internal plundering has no warmth at all, and is even more cruel than plundering the savages.

Bull shuddered, and thought to himself what he was doing.

He subconsciously looked back at his two companions, the two stout Serveros had the same red and white oil paint on their faces as Boole, and they also wore a small piece of leather shoulder pads and arm guards on their upper arms, and the lower body was a skirt made of wild boar skin that had been dried and dehydrated, which was quite tough and could also play a certain protective role.

With a slender bamboo tube pinned to their waist, they made their own blow arrows, which were smeared with snake venom and could be blown far enough to shoot even monkeys on towering branches, and the paralyzing effect of snake venom would cause the monkeys to fall from the trees.

As a result, the monkeys are now an important source of food for the tribe.

The two companions looked strangely at Bull, who had suddenly turned back, and then stopped, thinking that he had something to say.

Bull was a little embarrassed, annoyed by his stupid whims, but did not show his emotions on his face, he was a clever Cervero.

Without saying a word, Bull quickly turned his head and continued to walk forward with the boar's front hooves, and the two companions behind him looked at each other helplessly, so they had to continue to carry the boar's heels.

But Bull suddenly stopped again.

"No!" As a clever and experienced hunter, Bull was keenly aware of the strange change in the atmosphere in the forest.

The cheerful fire-crowned hummingbird that had been calling just now all disappeared as if they had collectively lost their voice, and the woods were silent, and even the insects stopped squirming, and the whole forest seemed to fall into a dead silence for a moment.

It's like something terrible is coming from the depths of the jungle.

"Something is wrong - prepare for battle!" Bull had reason to trust his instincts, he knew that he must not run away in a panic in such a situation, no matter what is slowly coming from the shadows, turning his back to the enemy will only make you a prey.

The three of them left the boar and the monkey behind, and pulled their own sharp wooden spears from the pig's carcass, and Boer leaned down and gently drew a sharp iron knife from his leggings and held it in his left hand, which he had paid a great deal of money for from the Serveros of the other tribes.

The iron blade is much sharper than the wood, and the knife clearly reflects the scattered sunlight spots reflected through the canopy, which shows that its owner must have taken great care of the knife and maintained it very well.

The three of them formed a small circle back to back, looking around warily, and Bull had a sense of foreboding, and intuitively he thought that he might have come across a beast like a tiger or a marsupial lion.

But fortunately, he and his companions are experienced hunters, and if they really encounter a predatory beast, it is not impossible to deal with it.

He gently licked the knife in his left hand with his tongue, and there was a strong smell of blood on it, which stimulated Bull's nerves as he became more and more excited, and he remembered that the blood on the knife should have come from the last nameless savage whose throat he had cut his throat, and the smell of licking reminded him of the last bloody battle, awakening Bull's fighting spirit as a warrior.

"Come on, brute with a hidden head and tail—let me see what you want to do—" He let out a muffled roar in his throat as he declared war on the enemy hiding in the shadows.

As if he had a premonition that something ominous was going to happen in the woods, as if he was afraid to see this, the light dimmed, and Bull looked up at the sky, and peeked through the gap in the canopy of the trees that it turned out to be a huge cloud slowly drifting overhead, obscuring the direct sunlight.

"Shalala-" The bushes suddenly rattled, and Bull turned his head alarmingly to look in that direction, only to hear a sudden nervous cry from his companion beside him:

"Dire wolf—it's over—I see it—it's a dire wolf!" exclaimed one of his companions, pointing to a bush that was still being touched and shaking.

"Damn it. With a hard spit, Bull clenched the knife in his hand hard, which was the worst outcome for the three of them.

Dire wolves are not much different from fierce beasts such as tigers and marsupial lions in terms of ferocity and size, and what is really frightening is that both tyrant tigers and marsupial lions usually act alone and hunt alone, and it is already a miracle that there are two of them.

But unlike the dire wolf, the most difficult and terrifying creatures in the wild horn have always appeared in groups, and when you see a dire wolf, it often means that there are at least ten or more ambushes around.

They live in groups, have a strict division of labor, and what is even more terrifying is the unusually cunning of this beast when hunting.

"It's not going to be easy to deal with—" If his companion was not mistaken, it would be the worst news for Bull to be surrounded by a pack of dire wolves, and he had already begun to consider whether he would have a chance to escape if he left the boar and monkey behind.

However, just as he was about to say a few words to cheer up his companions and keep them from panicking, a scene broke his heart.

There was a "whoosh" sound from the bushes in front of him, and then a huge and powerful plush paw stepped out of the jungle, gray hair, and a body length of nearly four meters slowly emerged in Boer's sight, and it weighed at least more than three hundred catties, this huge dire wolf was not inferior to any beast on the island.

What made Bull truly desperate was the sight of a tall barbarian dressed in leather armor studded with metal rivets and shining steel wolf-faced armor mounted on the wolf's back, a huge ringed blade pinned to his waist that made Bull ashamed of the small iron knife in his hand.

For a moment, Bull even thought he had seen the grim reaper who had come to harvest life, until the sound of "bang-bang-bang" rang out one after another, and one after another dire wolves came out of the woods, each with a tall warrior in armor and helmets on his back, with a large sword in his hand or pinned to his waist.

Bull usually thinks of himself as a "smart man" in the tribe, but at this time he feels that he has lost the ability to think, or he does not know where to start.

"Why do people ride on the backs of dire wolves, why do they have such a group of people in the woods of the Deserted Corners?, are you dreaming?" Bull was at a loss.