"If the information does not match, you will not be allowed to enter--"

A cold, mechanical voice kept echoing in my head. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ansu shook his head, trying to alleviate the pain in his mind, the lightning flashed without subsidence, and Ansu's whole body was still paralyzed. She lay on the trunk of a dead tree, slowly waiting for the numbness in her muscles to pass.

The words that An Su heard before she lost consciousness were indeed very much like the lingua franca of the alien planet, and it was a little different, but she still understood it.

If that base was built by an alien highly intelligent being, it seems unlikely based on the technological level of the tribes encountered before. But if it was built by humans in the past, why use an alien language?

An Su thought for a while, but didn't find the slightest clue, so he had to put it down for the time being.

Two long-necked hippos were interrupted by Ansuyi, one of whom seemed to lose confidence and swam away for the time being. The long-necked hippopotamus that stayed behind opened its big mouth to the sky, showed off its sharp teeth, rolled its eyes, and forcefully squirted two breaths from its nose, adjusted the angle, and rushed towards Ansu.

Ansu moved her hands and feet, there was no point in fighting this beast, she took a breath and dived into the water, disappearing into the river.

A two-horned horse with a bulging belly lies on its side and soon gives birth to a small two-horned horse. Biwildebeest looks like a horse as a whole, but with two horns on its head, and its cubs are able to stand on their own in less than five minutes after giving birth, and can run after their mother in ten minutes. They are very fast at birth and on their feet, after all, this is a grassland full of dangers. Beneath the calm surface is the law of the jungle, you fight for me, and the competition for survival is very fierce. The secret to the survival of the two-horned horse is to be fast, to be born fast, and to run fast. As soon as they heard some strange noises in the grass, they were already running far away.

Ansu pushed aside the grass, and couldn't believe that this was the desolate grassland of the Yellow Desert Desert before, but now the water and grass here are abundant, and the cattle and horses are everywhere, a pastoral scene. She wondered if she had been swept away by the river to a new place. But she saw the kind of tree that looked like a giant mushroom, and it should still be in the Sierra steppe, the green pearl of the desert.

Ansu discerned the direction and walked towards the east. The sun above her head was scorching, pouring its light and heat on the earth without hesitation, and Ansu's wet clothes dried out as she kept walking. Several layers of mud had been washed away by the river, revealing her bronzed skin, and under her short unkempt hair, there were sharp red eyes.

Affected by the electric current for too long, the cleaning and temperature control systems of the clothes were completely damaged, and Ansu's clothes now have no special function except for being stronger than ordinary fabrics, and they have changed from white uniforms to jungle camouflage uniforms again, stained with mud stains or some sap of plants. But that's fine, at least in this place where predators lurk everywhere, and not looking out is a good survival strategy.

The Ammanra also followed the herd to the Serra steppe. They are what the rainbow meerkats call "hairy" creatures. They live in the thin forests of the Great Rift Valley of Amandah during the dry season and come to the Serra steppe with the herd during the rainy season. They look like a large baboon, but their mouths are not as prominent as those of baboons, and they can walk upright, more like ancient humans. They use tools and are productive at the same level as Neolithic humans, but they already have their own language and civilization.

Four Ammanrans with wooden spears were hunting a two-wildebeest, which had been wounded in the leg from the previous ambush and was running fast and slow, shouting loudly, and the surrounding herbivorous animals were scattered in shock, and the wounded two-wildebeest was isolated. The Amanrans knew they had to fight quickly, and the smell of blood would soon attract other predators. On the grassland, what you hunt is not necessarily your own, and you can only be safe by eating your stomach.

An Amanra man raised his spear, the muscles of his arm bulged out, he leaned back slightly, and with a flick of his tail behind him, the spear in his hand flew towards the two-horned horse, which ran wildeak so violently that it dodged it. The spear snapped and snapped between the branches of the acacia tree. The tree shook violently, and a cheetah fell from above!

The Amanrah was so frightened that the brush on his back stood on end, but to his astonishment, the cheetah, which had fallen from the tree, did not pounce on himself when he got up from the ground, but fled with all four feet in a smoke, as if there was something terrible behind him.

Before the Ammanra could retract his surprised expression, he met Ansu's gaze in the tree.

It looked like this to the people of Amara: a creature much like them perched in a tree, dismembering a tall gazelle with a knife, the corners of its bloodstained mouth turned down, its red cold eyes staring at him, and its fierce and powerful momentum almost suffocated him. He had once felt this aura in the Lion King. He now knew why the cheetah had fled.

In Ansu's opinion, it looks like this: a baboon with an animal skin around his waist? Monkey? Orang? ……

The other three Ammanrans eventually stabbed the two-horned horse to death, and one of the Ammanrans spun back with a blood-stained spear, clenched his fist and pounded him on the shoulder, and muttered a lot of words. He didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and pointed at Ansu.

The Ammanra man was stunned when he saw Ansu, and shouted at the other two to come over, and the four of them took spears and surrounded Ansu.

Ansu frowned.

"Who are you?" She asked in the lingua franca of aliens. Ansu didn't want to get involved in trouble for no reason.

The four Ammanrans did not answer, but pressed over with excitement on their faces.

"Who are you?" An Su patiently asked again.

The Ammanra, however, had already climbed the tree nimbly, shouting incessantly, not knowing what to say. Ansu watched them climb the tree, pursed her lips, the dagger quickly turned in a circle in her hand, Ansu held it with her backhand, and waved it back—

Click--

A branch the size of a bowl broke off and fell downward, and the Ammanra was also agile in the tree, avoiding it as nimble as a monkey. But then there was a sharp pain in either the hand that was climbing the branch or the tail of the branch, and some of them were hit directly on the head and fell off the tree screaming in pain. Later, they found out that they had only been beaten by the bones of some stilts, with minced meat on them. The creature was still perched high in the tree, staring down at them coldly.

"It's definitely not a female, it's terrible." An Amanrah clutches his fallen leg and speaks in his native language.

"Whether it is or not, you have to catch her, you dare to hurt the warriors of our clan!"

"Go back and call a few more people!"

"I'll go!"