Chapter 8: The Battle of the Sand King (1)

After an hour's journey, the hunters of the Sandworm Village arrived at their destination, and quickly distributed the hunting area in an orderly manner with the giant cactus as the center.

When the area is divided, the desert keeps wriggling, and at this time, everyone is excited, which is the sign of the sandworm unearthed.

At this time, Mark and three other hunters were tangled with a few sandworms, while Han Wu was watching the towering giant cactus next to the sandstone.

It's not that Han Wu is lazy, but Mark insists that she sit aside and watch, and Han Wu doesn't know that she is afraid of her little arms and legs, and it will be bad if there is an injury.

However, the sun in the desert is spicy enough, and it will make everyone's mouth dry for a while, and Han Wu sees that he doesn't have to do it himself, but it is easy, so he doesn't force it, anyway, when the time comes, he just has to eat, and such a day is still quite pleasant.

Mark wielded the heavy iron, which was like a stick in his hand, effortlessly, with each swing a whistling. As soon as a sandworm emerged from the sand, Mark waved his heavy iron and slammed it down on its head, burping at once.

"Bang!" With a thud on the ground, Mark lifted the sandworm and threw it over, landing on the pile of sandworms next to Han Wu. There are already several of them, but each one is half an adult's size, and it will take a bit of effort to get them back.

At this point, Mark stopped, walked over to Hanwu and sat down, and took a break. After all, hunting so many sandworms in a row, no matter how strong you are, you have to take a breath. As for the other three hunters, they all stopped and sat down with Han Wu.

"Xiao Wu, how is it?" Mark wiped his sweat, then took out the water bladder, took a sip of water, moistened his dry throat, and asked casually. Han Wu rolled his eyes, what else, wait for eating.

Mark also seemed to know what Han Wu thought, and couldn't help but laugh, "Ahem, after all, you haven't been good for long, I have to take care of you as a friend, anyway, I'll leave your share to me." ”

Listening to Mark's explanation, Han Wu shook her head a little helplessly, her injuries had already been fined, Mark said this, wasn't he afraid that her thin body would not be able to withstand the brute force of the sandworm? Even though Han Wu has strong strength, the girl's originally delicate ideology has always been ingrained in Mark's mind, so he naturally lists Han Wu as a vulnerable group.

"Mark, I think you're underestimating Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu, who was seriously injured at the beginning, only had one breath left, but she managed to get through it, and she was definitely not as weak as you thought. An uncle with a bearded face noticed the situation on Han Wu's side and couldn't help laughing loudly.

When Han Wu was rescued by Grandma Sanban, there was only one breath left, and even the doctor in the village felt that her life was short, but she survived in the end, which made everyone feel incredible.

"Han Wu, you just leave him alone, when you have a rest, go find a sandworm to practice, if the weapon is not suitable, use mine! Even if something goes wrong, I'm here with my uncle. Green said heartily, in fact, he was still full of curiosity about Han Wu, especially the injuries she suffered at the beginning, which was definitely left after a battle, which made him think that Han Wu was a female swordsman in the past.

"Good!" Han Wu had a good impression of this bearded and heroic Green, and needless to say, a good word conveyed her meaning.

"Okay, with our old hunters here, are you afraid that something will happen?" Mark was about to speak, but was interrupted by an impatient wave of his hand from Green, and the other two hunters with Green echoed him.

Uncle Green said so, and Mark immediately ran out of breath, so he had to sit dejectedly and eat roasted sandworm jerky. Seeing Mark like this, everyone was amused again.